<?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-5764885149148315617</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:34:12.093+08:00</updated><category term='SC DAY 1'/><category term='student camp rocks'/><title type='text'>mydestinedpath.blogspot</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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tdy at yishun safra, SHIOKKKK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-5788994498775318894?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/5788994498775318894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=5788994498775318894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/5788994498775318894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/5788994498775318894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/11/woooohooooo-went-swimming-tdy-at-yishun.html' 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stop looking down on yourself. who do u expect to look up to u when u are nt even looking up to yourself? and dont even give shit to what others are talking bout u. at least u know theres still ppl that believe in u right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-7319895056478480297?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7319895056478480297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=7319895056478480297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/7319895056478480297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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thought it was going to be boring and tedious but it turned out unexpectedly fun. its been years since i last walk along the sg river. anyway thanks for your company, low jiankai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of the shots taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SuRQvC5CnOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/JC1nvZIV-zs/s1600-h/DSCF1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SuRQvC5CnOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/JC1nvZIV-zs/s320/DSCF1169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396527022656888034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SuRQuyIe9wI/AAAAAAAAAfs/jmSxK8SSp1g/s1600-h/DSCF1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SuRQvC5CnOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/JC1nvZIV-zs/s72-c/DSCF1169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-8949391357888770308</id><published>2009-10-24T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:59:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>even though i doesnt look good and is unsociable, im still happy that im made this way because it allows me to cherish my friends more and let me identify who are my true friends and not. although it may be painful to talk about certain things, it feels as if u have just lifted a heavy boulder off your chest after talking bout it. and those that are willing to listen are of cos those u call buddies, and who knows they may share the same viewpoint as u, thats the best thing. though certain parts of your life are screwed up, u know theres still these grp of ppl who are still there for u, to back u up and lend u a helping hand or listening ear when u need them. thats enough even if u have to go through hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and happy 17th michelle yio! hope u had fun today cos we all did although we had to play at kids amaze. hahaha. anyway, all the best in your pursue of your studies and in everything u do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-8949391357888770308?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8949391357888770308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-2533834873889681464</id><published>2009-10-22T02:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T03:07:33.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gt a call frm my aunt and it has been confirmed that my cousin has been diagnosed with leukemia. its seriously saddening and at the same time, hard to believe. she's only 8 this yr? and she was begging her parents to get her out of the hospital just nw, saying that theres no hope anymore and that she just wants to go home. getting so many shots a day and having to go through so many therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so damn fragile. one moment u look fine, and the next, not anymore. whats going on with the younger generation? all the disease seems to be befalling on them. few months ago was my 9yr old cousin diagnosed with bone cancer. and my mum was saying its probably because of what their parents have done and their karma. but god must be blind, even if theres retribution, it should be on oneself to pay for the price instead of having the ppl around them suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words nvr seemed to be enough to convey anything. now im back to where i started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-2533834873889681464?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2533834873889681464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=2533834873889681464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/2533834873889681464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/2533834873889681464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/10/gt-call-frm-my-aunt-and-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-4685851689453392441</id><published>2009-10-20T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:47:18.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all the best to all whos taking o lvls. hopefully u make it into nyp's animation then maybe poly life wouldnt be as bad as it is nw. im seriously desperate for a companion here. must come find me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-4685851689453392441?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4685851689453392441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=4685851689453392441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/4685851689453392441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/4685851689453392441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-best-to-all-whos-taking-o-lvls.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-4771771178343706525</id><published>2009-10-18T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:09:54.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sch sucks, life goes on. and we will start a new semester tmr with one less person. hi to more assignments and projects, more after effects, illustration and photoshop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-1720786571097555417</id><published>2009-10-11T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:35:38.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had steamboat on fri with ky, sk, zk and jh. and its been months since i last saw them except for ky. not that im gay but theres nth wrong with missing ur friends right. and we decided to stayover at jh hse after that since time seems to be too short for us to fully enjoy ourselves. and great company promises great fun so nth much to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres a 4e guys gathering on monday which i had to miss cos i have work, fml. only 1 week of hols left and i have to go back to my poly which i dont really look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest i dont really have alot of friends that i could talk and laugh with. probably less than 20, but im thankful for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-1720786571097555417?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/1720786571097555417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=1720786571097555417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/1720786571097555417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/1720786571097555417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/10/had-steamboat-on-fri-with-ky-sk-zk-and.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-4967237612239904653</id><published>2009-10-06T02:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T02:40:42.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw this on ben's facebook and decided to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pause the blog music and watch it with the music on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a simple act can really change someone's life sometimes. life wouldnt be easy but it will definitely be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person will soon grow up and leave your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind so there will not be any regrets in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-4967237612239904653?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4967237612239904653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=4967237612239904653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/4967237612239904653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/4967237612239904653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/10/saw-this-on-bens-facebook-and-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-1572773684619298657</id><published>2009-10-05T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:45:56.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>theres seriously something wrong with certain people. was working in macs just now for a promotion going on between starhub and macs and i was suppose to go around to ask the ppl there if they are interested to sign up for starhub tv on their mobile phones. ok now, ppl go macs is to makan and in order to start promoting, u have to wait for them to at least eat finish right? then in order to see who eat finish u have to stand at a place whereby u can see the whole macs in one glance. so i was standing there, then someone called the macs and the manager answered. and u know what, its a complaint against me frm a certain customer. now u must be thinking that its me being rude, but hell no. that customer complain that i damn block way. wth. how big can a mcdonalds be? and the starhub boss was telling me not to stand outside of the mcdonalds in case the security guard complain me. so in the end, i was made to stand somewhere at the entrance but not outside so that no one will complain, which in my opinion, that spot is even more block road. ok im done ranting. and just to add on, theres this worker in macs which is in his early 30s frm dont know what country who i think was very nice cos he kept talking to me. then wth, he asked if he could come my house a few days later when we just met for a few hours ago. hell no man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: ok die. 'hi wenjian what u doing right now this is jon at mcd..' and i have to see him next week. noooooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-1572773684619298657?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/1572773684619298657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=1572773684619298657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/1572773684619298657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/1572773684619298657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-seriously-something-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-3838992794881659729</id><published>2009-10-04T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:08:40.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>accepted the job frm cale for the following few days since i would be rotting at home even if i dont work. evryone is having sch so its almost impossible to go out during weekdays and all of them are having their major exams, which means more rotting for me, might as well go out there and earn some extra bucks. and sch is starting in another 2 weeks which i hope it doesnt. i know im contradicting myself cos i dont want to rot and i dont want sch to start but thats how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, going back to msia next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-3838992794881659729?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3838992794881659729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=3838992794881659729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/3838992794881659729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/3838992794881659729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/10/accepted-job-frm-cale-for-following-few.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-7622919256884735614</id><published>2009-09-24T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:12:42.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SruJ8MEr1BI/AAAAAAAAAek/rO8RnAOCv5U/s1600-h/3788970596_0e34b2a545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SruJ8MEr1BI/AAAAAAAAAek/rO8RnAOCv5U/s320/3788970596_0e34b2a545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385049446577591314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch phobia 2 today. its scarier than the 1st one and i gt shocked &amp; jumped three times. thailand creates best ghost show as compared to the other countries in my opinion. it at least has an ending to them that rounds the story up instead of letting it hang there like the others produced by other countries, which usually end with someone screaming or what. although there are still some lame endings, at least the money is worthy for the scare. and the main purpose of a haunted show is to get scared right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we do what we enjoy, no matter what others say. even if its a waste of time. but hey, its the hols right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SruJ8MEr1BI/AAAAAAAAAek/rO8RnAOCv5U/s72-c/3788970596_0e34b2a545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-1737203974300761118</id><published>2009-09-24T05:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T05:11:14.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5am in the morning and im awake. ive found something that will keep me going for the rest of the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fuck my gpa. freaking piece of shit. looks like im still not trying hard enough. time to put more time into after effects and photoshop next sem. now i owe u a meal. damn. but anyway, congrats for your gd results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-1737203974300761118?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/1737203974300761118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=1737203974300761118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/1737203974300761118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/1737203974300761118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/09/5am-in-morning-and-im-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-7411680524919876407</id><published>2009-09-20T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:45:06.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have been camping over at darren's hse for 4 days and playing psp non-stop. the next thing i knew 2nd week of hols is over. how should i say this. it feels like ive wasted 1 whole week although i enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were talking about having split personalities few days ago, not those mental kind. usually ppl have a few different grp of cliques and they act differently depending on which grp they are with. and i thought i was the only one with this problem until they brought this up. or rather we were nt being ourselves when we are with ppl who are not close enough yet for us to be. thank god i met them, at least theres 1 grp of ppl whom i do not need to put up a front at all when around them. the most tiring thing on earth is to socialize and make friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-7411680524919876407?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7411680524919876407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=7411680524919876407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/7411680524919876407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/7411680524919876407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-been-camping-over-at-darrens-hse.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-7357972872110204390</id><published>2009-09-13T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:50:00.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just finished 2 days of work at singapore swimming club!!! the bosses there were really nice cos they were slping and slacking themselves too. and our job was to just sit there infront of the pool to mend the booth but there were practically no ppl, so we were looking at the competition held there all the time. anyway, i really enjoy the experience there, hopefully they will call us back again. but that also means i have to camp at yong's hse, again. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-7357972872110204390?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7357972872110204390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=7357972872110204390' title='1 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type='html'>WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! 7 weeks of freedom is finally here. though still have to go sch tmr to exhibit our works. time really flies. 1st sem is over alrdy and i really enjoy what im learning now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studio proj presentation turns out pretty well. i was still feeling demoralised before it was our turn but it wasnt as bad as i thought. mr eric even praised me for my presentation skills. hahah. and mr yang tien was really inspiring. he really motivates and encourages us to work harder. mr charles also helped us when we were being questioned by the other lecturers. glad they were our lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna work with sapi yong for the hols every weekends. looking forward to it and that also means money is rolling in. woooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-7712172588822774095?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-6200450745392208321</id><published>2009-09-04T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:17:45.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the 3 weeks long studio project is finally coming to an end. 9am-6pm everyday in sch these days were hell and everything will be over soon. anyway, as the grp ldr of the team, i really want to thank my team members for being cooperative and also understanding for my absence due to the funeral i had to attend. we wouldnt be still on schedule without u guys, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr's the last lap, so, all the best everyone and of cos grp 6!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-6723192207827657530</id><published>2009-09-01T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:00:17.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 more days to freedom. theres only keynote and report left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was fuck pissed when i heard that tdy. whats the point of going to lan with ppl who's so damn ****** up? i was so near to punching him. fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-2121299374806120623</id><published>2009-08-29T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:34:36.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its those simple &amp;amp; lighthearted moments that spur me on. this is enough. im contented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-2121299374806120623?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2121299374806120623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-3088515862661146449</id><published>2009-08-22T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:19:45.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in forever memory of ong cui eng, 21 Aug 2009.&lt;br /&gt;rest in peace, ahma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-3088515862661146449?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3088515862661146449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=3088515862661146449' title='2 Comments'/><link 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kind of prank is this? now, my niece is showing symptoms of epilepsy. one after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studio proj is hell. sch sucks. life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and i should stop having the mentality that im nt gd enough to be friends with ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-4136367104440743688?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4136367104440743688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=4136367104440743688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/4136367104440743688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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into space like she couldnt see all of us. and i was right infront of her, calling out so loud and she still couldnt hear me. there were so many tubes plugged into her all over her body, legs, arms, nose, everywhere. shes in so much torture that although she cannot move much, she kept on struggled to pluck out the tube frm her nose. so much so that that the nurse had to tie her hands to the sides of the bed. she couldnt talk at all, and becos she was senile, she couldnt rmb even her own sons and daughters. tears rolled down her cheeks as she lay there, helpless. what have she done that makes her deserve all these tortures? why? i would rather that she leave all of us peacefully, freed from all the pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u, ahma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-7033895708912858406?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-1740132077464887146</id><published>2009-08-15T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T02:05:54.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>self consciousness and self esteem. i understand how kash feels. its hard to build up confidence in yourself and ive been trying to do so for many years now. but still, i cant help but get so self conscious at times. and when it comes, it will get so damn sensitive that every words seems to cut. self esteem drops and we are back in the same vicious cycle. i kinda miss those primary sch days when i just do anything without caring about the opinion of others. thats freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, today's presentation turned out quite good. have been learning the use of Adobe After Effects for the whole week, and the effort paid off i guess. i was actually satisfied that im able to edit my clip to the pacing of the music, and yes, i can feel the connectiong between the clip and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and happy bday zhaolin! went to celebrate just now. had dinner at suntec and we were off to board the flyer. didnt know we will managed to board one at 10pm, and it was my 1st time getting on it. the 4 of us tgt with 1 stranger couple had the whole carriage to ourselves. its really a nice experience to realize that sg is this small, and cars on the highway are like ants on a branch. it just feels so peaceful inside there, sitting on the floor and looking at the night sky and street lights of sg. im just a mere, tiny existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to those who stood by me. screw up and u will see who your friends really are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-7896834719649103250</id><published>2009-08-09T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:09:11.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fear of the unknown. mankind fear whats unpredictable and uncontrollable. we have the need to be in control of every aspect of our life but the unknown denies us of this. and death is probably the biggest unknown to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw my dad's eyes turned red when he picked up that call from my aunt regarding my ahma. i know that he is holding the tears back because he probably wouldnt want me to be affected or see him in that state. the worst thing is that he cannot go and visit because he has to work! how sad is that? this is how cruel reality is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just 4 months ago i lost my granduncle. god pls spare some grace on us. i cant afford to lose another family member. pls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-7896834719649103250?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7896834719649103250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=7896834719649103250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/7896834719649103250'/><link rel='self' 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style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Snxn4okazYI/AAAAAAAAAec/hCLlMFUOFzc/s320/stefan%2520sagmeister_entwurf%2520douglas-fassade_215226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367279078579293570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch's getting better nowadays. although work is piling up like some mountain, the satisfaction that comes after that is something i cannot put in words. it really motivates me to work, because i myself wouldnt know how the end product would look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the topic for the presentation is 'Mindless Communication: Conveying Emotions With Form Permutation'. i know it sounded damn complicated but in simpler terms, we have to deliver a 30 sec spot video as the end product and in the video, we have to portray an emotion with the study of natural elements movements, eg. dripping of ink into the water. and we were told to film the elements in grps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... wed was our shooting day. we were supposed to shoot our elements in the green screen room but because it was occupied by some business retards, we ended up borrowing a lighting kit &amp; a portable green screen and resorted to shooting in our own classroom. this was my 1st time doing this sort of formal shooting and it was damn fun. we tried out all sorts of lame ideas we had. oil, soap, salt, wax, ink, josssticks and the discovery was amazing. i rmb mrs lam's lessons on the dissolving salt and wa, the effect with inkdrop, zai! the shooting took a total of 9hrs which leaves all of us half dead after that. but ya, i did had lots of fun with ben, darren, sid and triffany in my group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tdy was the presentation. it started at 230pm and i finished my style frames and keynote slides only at 215pm, compile it with my team members at 220pm and uploaded it to the presentation desktop just in time. lucky got ben's help. so damn risky cos if its not uploaded before 230, we will be barred from presenting. phew. ours were actually quite good as compared to the others, hahah zai! anyway, thanks to ben who did the keynote for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im happy with my windows laptop. no mac cos they are for wayang designers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-7981767527489840449?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7981767527489840449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=7981767527489840449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/7981767527489840449'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-7148613812396310578</id><published>2009-08-01T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:53:36.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i seriously dont know how am i supposed to communicate with my parents. just a moment ago, my parents was using my sister's comp to watch some drama series in the room and i was playing my game in the living room. and because they do not know how to use the comp, they wanted me to go help them shut down the comp since they've finished. but because im in the midst of the game, i told them to slp 1st and i will go shut it down after ive finish, using a very gentle tone. and guess what. they are so damn demanding that they wanted it to be shut down right away, but still i tried to tone down and tell them that i cant really move away frm my game currently and that i will go and shut it down in 15 mins. and my mum started to go rampage saying that im so addicted to the comp that i cant even move. pls la, its 2 diff things, why cant they try to understand me abit more? im not even using a harsh tone to talk to them. and worst is, 5 mins later, my mum came out of the room and started hitting me with a cane on my back while im still playing. this seriously makes me damn pek chek so i just shouted that she was damn fucking ridiculous and demanding. and the next thing she did was that she started pulling my hair. i was so angry that i just threw the game aside and grabbed her hands. then she started going on and on about how the computer have made me become so violent and how it had affected my studies. why does she have to link everything to the computer? i really dont know how to communicate with them anymore. tone down also no use. everything i do is always rebelious in their eyes. i might as well not make an effort at all since they arent as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had our grp presentation today and although it wasnt vry well done, im still quite satisfied with it. next 2 weeks is going to be hell since its so packed with the preparation of the video. and there will be a studio proj which takes up a major proportion of our results right after this integrated assignment. but im going to endure! cos the hols that follows after everything motivates me to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-7148613812396310578?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7148613812396310578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=7148613812396310578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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things are down, and everything seems to be against you, you have to put on  a tough front and go on as if nth ever happened because being strong is the stereotype of a man. why do ppl stereotype?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hanging around with a grp of ppl doesnt always make one feels accepted. its just an empty shell when no one makes an effort to dive into you. loneliness exist in the crowd. its bullshit when ppl say they can survive on their own. its just that they have tasted so much sweetness that it numbs their taste buds and forgotten about what is bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a break from all those wars. you just cannot see that my body is tearing apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-8909028785133341001?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-6766825023054178832</id><published>2009-07-26T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:54:09.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched harry potter a few days back and ive decided to go borrow the series to read when ive gt the time. i kinda wasted all my movie tickets for all the harry potter ive watched cos i needed a whole lot of explaination before i know whats going on. anyway, not going to spoil for those who havent watch yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive got a friend that went back to msia for studies. all the best to u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-6766825023054178832?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-4490764650244985210</id><published>2009-07-22T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T01:49:54.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks, i did feel better after talking to u. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-4490764650244985210?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4490764650244985210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=4490764650244985210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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happened. i feel damn guilty. lightning pls strike some respect into me. i always told myself that i will respect my parents and try not to talk back no matter what, but somehow i always break the promise when the situation comes. violence cannot solve any problems. when have i gotten this violent character? i dont used to be the way i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-3899204165902744105?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3899204165902744105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=3899204165902744105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tdy's lessons were boring. has been slacking for the whole of last week cos there wasnt any integrated assignment to work on, this week either. i shall start working on my colour assignment tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive realised that there is no need to force myself to speak. i will just let nature take its course. im tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-2366237130007619037?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2366237130007619037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=2366237130007619037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ALL THE BEST TO U IN MGBD. U ARE ENTITLED TO ALOT OF STUFF SINCE U ARE 18 NOW, MAKE GD USE OF THAT. JIYONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-5988020021601958232?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/5988020021601958232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=5988020021601958232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/5988020021601958232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/5988020021601958232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-bday-to-kash-all-best-to-u-in.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-2523901514215330824</id><published>2009-07-13T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:47:29.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SlrvEQzRVDI/AAAAAAAAAeM/t3OODCtKhXc/s1600-h/Live_On_The_Edge_by_crymz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SlrvEQzRVDI/AAAAAAAAAeM/t3OODCtKhXc/s320/Live_On_The_Edge_by_crymz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357857563219153970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i knew it, it was over. the weekend was a blast. i like steamboat better than movies. we get to do more catching up rather than just sitting there with our attention on the screen and going home after it. and its nice that we walk over to the sg flyer after that. anyway, i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Slr0X8j_QcI/AAAAAAAAAeU/-kRqcW3ErSA/s1600-h/steamboat+4e+grp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Slr0X8j_QcI/AAAAAAAAAeU/-kRqcW3ErSA/s320/steamboat+4e+grp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357863398941868482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right after i reached home, i saw my mum packing her stuff. she was telling me thats shes going msia with my sis. so, at 2am, i just decided to tag along. not going to go into details, but i just want to say that times square in k.l is huge. 15 storeys and its damn wide, thats a shopping heaven for those who wants to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i failed my presentation cos the director said my design foundation is very weak. but its ok, i will work harder. go out and see the world like what yang tien said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-2523901514215330824?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2523901514215330824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=2523901514215330824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-991824399669281023</id><published>2009-07-09T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:36:39.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's this overflow of satisfaction in me right now and i like this. i finished my 4 postcards, mounted and keynoted! i dont care if i dont do well tmr, cos ive tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its been a long time since i last uploaded a photo of my niece here. so here is one that i just took when she came over just now. she just had her 1st bday not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SlYOdD2LklI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9fmVBJiHZvA/s1600-h/Photo0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" 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type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-this-overflow-of-satisfaction-in.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SlYOdD2LklI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9fmVBJiHZvA/s72-c/Photo0264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-8132479168279788210</id><published>2009-07-06T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:09:57.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can almost see the sorrow in those eyes. but theres nth much to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of 2nd term sucks. the assignments are alrdy piling up. also, the min we step into class, charles announced that another 2 ppl had drop out from the course. that makes a total of about 7-8? that is how stressful this course is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need something to keep me going, something that i can look forward to so as to push myself. shit pls, i want my steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just want to share this with u guys, a vid that charles showed us. its damn cool. if only i can come up with this sort of brilliant concept. this is a must see. its the music video of a jap band. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfBlUQguvyw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfBlUQguvyw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-8132479168279788210?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8132479168279788210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=8132479168279788210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8132479168279788210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8132479168279788210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-can-almost-see-sorrow-in-those-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-6707272529382775291</id><published>2009-07-05T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:37:09.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sk-NLLACpaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/CAaRCOyzOMQ/s1600-h/Tough_by_stellaheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354653705037850018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sk-NLLACpaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/CAaRCOyzOMQ/s320/Tough_by_stellaheart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road is tough but we have to move on, that is what life is all about. and im right smack in that journey right now. it's impossible to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is starting tmr, boring... and ive not touch on the integrated assignment at all. good game. and i smell After Effects for charle's lecture on monday. ive not yet selected my printed advertisement but ya, i will do that tmr and i will make sure i make a wise choice cos he said we will regret it for the following 3 weeks if we dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just handed in my colour assignment too. was 2 mins before i late, handed in on 11.58pm, bet no one can beat this. i want to thank triffany for helping me resize and change the resolution, thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love my family, not that i dont before this but i love them even more now. thank god im born into this family, if there even is a god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-6707272529382775291?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6707272529382775291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=6707272529382775291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/6707272529382775291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/6707272529382775291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-is-tough-but-we-have-to-move-on.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sk-NLLACpaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/CAaRCOyzOMQ/s72-c/Tough_by_stellaheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-669313808144914227</id><published>2009-06-30T04:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T05:06:08.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im finally done with my advertisement collage. 1 down, 2 more to go. arghhhhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-8859706761706694145</id><published>2009-06-29T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:03:57.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woooooo!!! i just came back from my free admission to transformers 2 at cineleisure with ben! watched it for the 2nd time, but still, nice!!! ben watch it for the 2nd time too and he fell aslp. lol. and we boarded the same train without knowing. anyway, bumble bee and optimus prime is damn cool. and wooooooooohooooooo, i will be watching it for the 3rd time next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had our lessons conducted on msn today which is a bad choice cos the mass convo is damn chaotic and charles was damn irritated by us cos we kept spamming him with the same questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wth, i got a warning letter just because i didnt go for 1 day of colour theory lesson... i love eric. i love charles also cos he throw me 1 assignment to animate a ball due this wed. khadijah rocks also. thanks for the assignments, lecturers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-8859706761706694145?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8859706761706694145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=8859706761706694145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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yeow used to say that sec sch friends will probably be the ones that last the longest. and i think im beginning to believe in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so damn much fun for the past 3 days and i mean it. in just that short period of time, i made 2 new friends, alvyn and marcus. its a funny thing, but it feels as if ive known them for years. and i think i like to tell stories especially when the audience are amused by them. shant go into details but ya, nice to meet them and catching up with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt really matter what u do when u meet out with your friends i think. be it stoning in the fast food restaurant, looking at ppl play arcade or just walking around. lucky i managed to wake up in time to go for the movie or i would have missed out on catching up with ky, sk and zk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life isnt that screwed up after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks for the chalet and just want to say that its nice to have all of u as my friends, the 2f and 4e ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-741162618708586092?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/741162618708586092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=741162618708586092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/741162618708586092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/741162618708586092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-remember-what-mr-yeow-used-to-say.html' 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CHECK THE URL OUT! WE MAY BE HAVING OUR 1 WEEK EXTENSION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://938live.sg/portal/site/938Live/menuitem.43735da1634c4377d21b2910618000a0/?vgnextoid=1b16cbe3eeb02210VgnVCM1000001f0aa8c0RCRD&amp;vgnextchannel=18d2638896593110VgnVCM100000e101000aRCRD&amp;mcParam=18d2638896593110VgnVCM100000e101000aRCRD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and monster hunter freedom unite is out! wooooohooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-1287320945593008210?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/1287320945593008210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=1287320945593008210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/1287320945593008210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/1287320945593008210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-ppl-from-mgbd-check-url-out-we-may.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-4491360893661611216</id><published>2009-06-22T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:44:24.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really want to apologize to those who can make it for tmr but i go cancel. paiseh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i really hope that ppl can be honest with me. pls just tell me what u are thinking and dont make me go around guessing cos my imagination will try to make me think of stuff that are probably not the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-4491360893661611216?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4491360893661611216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=4491360893661611216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/4491360893661611216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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seriously need to make myself enjoy it, cos thats what im begging for in sch.&lt;br /&gt;theres really nth to live for. i need a purpose. can someone pls give me one?&lt;br /&gt;i hate this part right here, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;i have to change myself. the problem lies with me i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont tell me to talk straight to the point when u are beating around the bush yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i know u are going to say that u are not but pls, i can tell.&lt;br /&gt;and i really hope u can make it for the chalet, the more the merrier right?&lt;br /&gt;just bring your work there if u must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to start doing my assignments as well. next week have to find one day go back sch show charles the sketches for type and design. hopefully its ok so i can proceed with the collage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k going to finish up and enjoy my remaining hols.&lt;br /&gt;need to forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-4281145153693192830?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4281145153693192830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=4281145153693192830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/4281145153693192830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/4281145153693192830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/06/shit-hols-is-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-832913947081602687</id><published>2009-06-18T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:38:35.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey yo, thanks for the cake.&lt;br /&gt;and eh, your surprise wasnt too bad. i didnt expect it to be the celebration and that the 2 gods will be there.&lt;br /&gt;and dont feel too bad about me being sian there, i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for it. and lets meet out again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-832913947081602687?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-2303840404394980418</id><published>2009-06-14T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:22:03.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SjSjrF9ygeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/SqNAGsvyRWc/s1600-h/greener.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SjSjrF9ygeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/SqNAGsvyRWc/s320/greener.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347078618326663650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad how we always think that the grass is greener on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;i did have fun ytd and it seems like forever since i last enjoyed myself so much.&lt;br /&gt;to laugh my guts out, and be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch have been flooded with assignments and to be honest, i dont really enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;staying in sch till 9pm or even later is becoming part of poly life.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks great time and damn no life.&lt;br /&gt;but now's the holidays, and this is the chance to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;it's the only time to enjoy without being tied down by assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and eh, sry for insisting to camp outside. thnks for the treat anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-2303840404394980418?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2303840404394980418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=2303840404394980418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/2303840404394980418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/2303840404394980418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-sad-how-we-always-think-that-grass.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SjSjrF9ygeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/SqNAGsvyRWc/s72-c/greener.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-6730311431592367239</id><published>2009-06-09T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:56:27.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>celebrated my bday in sch ytd for the 1st time cos june 8 usually falls on sch hols back in sec sch days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really want to thank u ppl for planning it and thanks also to all the ppl who wished me, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did enjoy it and shocked also. to be honest, it was quite awkward as well, to walk into a crowd of ppl singing bday song. cos u wouldnt know what sort of face to show. not much to be said, im sure u guys understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt go to sch again today. damn it, i should stop ponning. i think getting warning letter liao. hopefully it doesnt affect my grades cos i really want and hope to do well in this course. so that next time can go out earn money with this. and better still if like jed, can go ns do design for nyp, no need go out chiong, best alrdy. go LA work for those big big companies, do movie openings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Si537V8bYgI/AAAAAAAAAcw/SKUdQlXc7Zg/s1600-h/IMG_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Si537V8bYgI/AAAAAAAAAcw/SKUdQlXc7Zg/s320/IMG_1276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345341669121942018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Si537V8bYgI/AAAAAAAAAcw/SKUdQlXc7Zg/s72-c/IMG_1276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-2036565844165854505</id><published>2009-06-08T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:55:48.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh, *******. let me tell u this.&lt;br /&gt;dont be sad over those stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;it's their loss that they dont want u.&lt;br /&gt;and u are not nth, so stop saying that u are!&lt;br /&gt;u've been a great friend and thats something.&lt;br /&gt;dont say that u no friends, look around, am i not ur friend?&lt;br /&gt;true that u may not have alot of friends but i dont have too.&lt;br /&gt;its the quality not the quantity.&lt;br /&gt;i may not be a great friend but im trying to be one.&lt;br /&gt;even if the friends around u are not really that great,&lt;br /&gt;at least u can tell urself that u did ur part, right?&lt;br /&gt;dont put all the blame on yourself cos u've alrdy tried ur best.&lt;br /&gt;thats what matters. &lt;br /&gt;and im telling u that u are a great friend so stop saying u are not.&lt;br /&gt;so ya, cheer up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-2036565844165854505?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2036565844165854505/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-6690315383628537287</id><published>2009-06-07T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T04:25:32.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got a friend thats in a difficult situation.&lt;br /&gt;and theres really nth much i can help with,&lt;br /&gt;cos ive nvr been in that kinda situation before.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, dont emo anymore.&lt;br /&gt;cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im still feeling nostalgic. shit.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks. why i kept thinking about the past?&lt;br /&gt;i want to live in the present and enjoy this moment now.&lt;br /&gt;but yet theres nth for me to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;nth at all. everything is just mundane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what u want most, u dont usually get it.&lt;br /&gt;this is something i learn frm experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's gonna be my bday and to be honest, i dont really enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;guess i will just rot alone away.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired. shall go slp.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will nvr wake up again to see this cruel reality.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-6690315383628537287?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6690315383628537287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=6690315383628537287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/6690315383628537287'/><link rel='self' 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still&lt;br /&gt;The sun would never never find us&lt;br /&gt;We could light up&lt;br /&gt;The sky tonight&lt;br /&gt;I would see the world through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's you and me forever&lt;br /&gt;If it's you and me right now&lt;br /&gt;That'd be alright&lt;br /&gt;Be alright&lt;br /&gt;We're chasing stars to lose our shadow&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine&lt;br /&gt;So won't you fly with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Gonna fly with me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the past&lt;br /&gt;Can come alive&lt;br /&gt;And give it meaning&lt;br /&gt;And a reason&lt;br /&gt;To give all I can&lt;br /&gt;To believe once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's you and me forever&lt;br /&gt;If it's you and me right now&lt;br /&gt;That'd be alright&lt;br /&gt;Be alright&lt;br /&gt;We're chasing stars to lose our shadow&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine&lt;br /&gt;So won't you fly with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you were just afraid&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you were miles away&lt;br /&gt;From the place where you needed to be&lt;br /&gt;And that's right here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me forever&lt;br /&gt;You and me right now&lt;br /&gt;That'd be alright&lt;br /&gt;We're chasing stars to lose our shadow&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine&lt;br /&gt;So won't you fly with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's you and me forever&lt;br /&gt;If it's you and me right now&lt;br /&gt;I'd be alright&lt;br /&gt;Be alright&lt;br /&gt;We're chasing stars to lose our shadow&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine&lt;br /&gt;So won't you fly&lt;br /&gt;Fly&lt;br /&gt;Fly with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-664883829166762762?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-7874840646111276823</id><published>2009-06-05T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:37:44.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k, when things are at its worst, that only means that it will only get better.&lt;br /&gt;and yea, tdy was better.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to tire myself out to give a damn anymore,&lt;br /&gt;so damn sick of getting *******.&lt;br /&gt;lets make fun outta my poly life,&lt;br /&gt;and make it a memorable one!&lt;br /&gt;why bother about others? right, thats my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ppl, CHEER UP! u know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot for those who cheered me up, again, you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;seriously thnks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i enjoyed today. and there only be 1 today with alot of tomorrows.&lt;br /&gt;familiar? frm advertisement one. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-7874840646111276823?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7874840646111276823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=7874840646111276823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/7874840646111276823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/7874840646111276823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/06/k-when-things-are-at-its-worst-that.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-2816049320056379538</id><published>2009-06-02T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:41:27.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick of my current life.&lt;br /&gt;there's probably something wrong with me, or the ppl around me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;forgive me when i nvr say anything, it just simply means i don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;it's tiring to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really tired of being who i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;putting a smile when im not even happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl always say, 'why mind what others think? cos those who mind doesnt matter and those who matter dont mind'.&lt;br /&gt;yea, i know.&lt;br /&gt;but can we really not mind?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard i try, its still not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoever says Friendship is easy has obviously never had a true friend!"&lt;br /&gt;- Bronwyn Polson (frm bev's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. this is probably true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how what comes out on paper never seems to show just exactly how deep the pain really runs. (frm nic's blog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-2816049320056379538?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2816049320056379538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=2816049320056379538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/2816049320056379538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/2816049320056379538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-sick-of-my-current-life.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-5917609697102024770</id><published>2008-11-10T21:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:36:42.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got a call frm darrence today again regarding the expo food fair. i have been confirmed a job! but im neither happy nor sad though. im trading my last yr's chalet time for that 400 bucks. it's a win-lose situation after all. it will be on the 14 to 18 of nov. so i will go there right after work on 17th and go to work again the next day. better leave some bbq food for me. LOL. and hopefully, u guys will stay for the 2nd night as well. if not im really damn sian. and there's a work meeting to attend tmr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that PSP 3000 thing have to wait cos of some firmware issues. it is currently unable to modify the PSP so it cannot play games that are downloaded. and when playing those fast action games, there will be a very obvious red horizontal line appearing in the middle of the screen. till all these issues are solved, then i will buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a random pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's still here!!! pls be gone soon. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SRg9mqp_vOI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/FEFBFeCdKN8/s1600-h/10-11-08_1919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SRg9mqp_vOI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/FEFBFeCdKN8/s320/10-11-08_1919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267027498704551138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just like the sun is still there even if it sets and you can't see it.&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/5764885149148315617-5917609697102024770?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/5917609697102024770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=5917609697102024770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/5917609697102024770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/5917609697102024770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/11/got-call-frm-darrence-today-again.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SRg9mqp_vOI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/FEFBFeCdKN8/s72-c/10-11-08_1919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-19248760108680663</id><published>2008-11-09T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:24:16.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wake up early in the morning today and head to admiralty gardens for exercising with jiankai. i managed to persuade him by saying that he could get the abs he want if he go with me every week. LOL. not sure if thats true, maybe or maybe not xD. it's gd to lead a healthy lifestyle anyway and i think i will die in army if i dont start training, cant even do 20 pushups, damn it. so.. we jog around the garden with jiansheng and weijie tagging along, one too obsessed in playing PSP and the other too lazy, although he should really cut dwn on his weight. wanted to play basketball with darrence after that but didnt, cos of who? low jiansheng =.= he's just too lazy to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's this new DJ max game out right now, known as 'DJ Max CLUB TOUR'. and all of them are playing! js, jk, darrence and weijie. i seriously need to get my PSP 3000 and start on that game. of cos, i want that monster hunter 2g also. and my crisis core which was half completed, and my jackass, and my counter-strike like game which is super fun when played with friends, and all my rpg that ive been looking at. i cant wait anymore. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and about that akatsuki ring thing, dont even know if its still ongoing. if it is, then have to grab the rings fast now, if not will be kinda too late i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. thats all for now. gt some super funny pictures to post today. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! i cant believe he actually did this. that guy on the disc cover must be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SRbSxuTxipI/AAAAAAAAAa4/kp4nNnWQvoU/s1600-h/09-11-08_1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SRbSxuTxipI/AAAAAAAAAa4/kp4nNnWQvoU/s320/09-11-08_1404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266628565942766226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! managed to smuggle them in frm that secret source ^^ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SRbSyMGMv5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/e-IMMM92eRc/s1600-h/Image000+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SRbSyMGMv5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/e-IMMM92eRc/s320/Image000+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266628573938892690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SRbSyDDTlBI/AAAAAAAAAbI/F6sam9TYdFQ/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SRbSyDDTlBI/AAAAAAAAAbI/F6sam9TYdFQ/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266628571510838290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they won't say which way to go, just trust your heart.&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/5764885149148315617-19248760108680663?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/19248760108680663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=19248760108680663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/19248760108680663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/19248760108680663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/11/wake-up-early-in-morning-today-and-head.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SRbSxuTxipI/AAAAAAAAAa4/kp4nNnWQvoU/s72-c/09-11-08_1404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-6567533157621381585</id><published>2008-11-08T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:44:45.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>go to amk hub with my parents just now, better off than staying at home and we rarely go out tgt anyway, so decided to accompany them. oh ya, that kid that stayed in our house tag along too. let me think, he's been here for... 1 week, poor PSP, gonna break apart soon. ok anyway, were just walking around amk hub and becos that kid keep on wander off on his own without telling us, we decided to play a prank on him to make him learn his lesson. he wandered off a distance away frm us and my parents and i hid behind the pillar while watching frm afar. then he turned around and realised that we were gone. so... what do kids that are lost usually do? he did exactly what we expected, he started weeping. LOL. of cos we were not trying to pangseh him or anything, so we went out to get him. HAHA! U WOULDNT KNOW HOW FUNNY IT WAS UNLESS U WERE THERE. but that was effective, he stopped wandering after that. omg, my parents are smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gonna go get my contacts when my elder sis comes home the next time. she said she gt a friend that works in specs shop, so gt discount, shall wait. and when she's back, i will get my money frm her! HO YEAH! and maybe i will get that PSP 3000 if its out. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at this, i swear im getting it. notice that what they say about the price. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U2PLq-bgYXA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U2PLq-bgYXA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being ourselves, taking off a smile we made trying to be cool.&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/5764885149148315617-6567533157621381585?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6567533157621381585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=6567533157621381585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/6567533157621381585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/6567533157621381585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-to-amk-hub-with-my-parents-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-3559995932353545501</id><published>2008-11-07T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:33:02.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOOOHOOOOO! it feels so much like O lvl is over alrdy. dont even know why no one's willing to go out today when only mcqs are left. even the air around feels lighter and i think im back to who i am XD. why does ppl want to lock themselves up at home, staring at the computer screen? although i do that sometimes, but if im given a choice, of cos i wont. dont know why but feeling super high right now, so high that i want to fill my schedule up till its super packed, packed with all the fun stuff i can do in the world XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway, went SK's house for a game or two of dota to kill some time before going to downtown east to meet up with amanda and jolene. fucking orchard bowling had its bowling lanes fully occupied, escape also nvr open and kbox also full house. so in the end, ended up watching HSM3 again! =D it was still damn nice even though im watching it for the 2nd time though. i think im gonna buy the disc when i have the money, and that is if i have the money cos PSP is on top priority currently. wanted to watch the coffin at 1st, but someone dont dare so.. bo bian. WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go exercising with jk tmr. no choice, i feel unhealthy and its way better than staring at my computer screen, at least theres much more life in exercising. and next thursday going to wild wild wet with michelle. maybe if possible, next wednesday can go to jurong swim also with kingyew they all. if not, i will find something else to do. not gonna stay at home no matter what after the Os, its the time to go crazy after all, WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and games that can torture others are fun. WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- i love my sister. wooooooots! she agreed to loan me the money. WOOOOOOHOOOOOO! and i saw this PSP slim and lite in the magazine. shall go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt this looks fun? yea it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SRQ05xNTOaI/AAAAAAAAAaw/D7sxILIXHEs/s1600-h/JackassThegame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SRQ05xNTOaI/AAAAAAAAAaw/D7sxILIXHEs/s320/JackassThegame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265892031369263522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the pure light that strikes through the dark nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life is crying out now, this moment is eternity.&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/5764885149148315617-3559995932353545501?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3559995932353545501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=3559995932353545501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/3559995932353545501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/3559995932353545501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/11/wooooohooooo-it-feels-so-much-like-o.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SRQ05xNTOaI/AAAAAAAAAaw/D7sxILIXHEs/s72-c/JackassThegame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-4411641895226769575</id><published>2008-11-05T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:23:12.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back after watching Quantum of Solace with laokang and kingyew. and 2 words own it all, IT SUCKS. boring piece of crap + bullcrap storyline that no one can understand. maybe its because i didnt watch the previous few 007 movies, that is why i couldnt understand the plot, but wth, kingyew who watched the previous 007, couldnt understand as well. so dont watch it if u are planning to do so, seriously. wanted to watch the coffin after that, but well... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea, o lvls gonna over soon. it's left with core lit and 2 mcqs. whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! lets get them over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiayong went for his magic cards tournament as well, maybe he's owning now, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why do i feel as if my house is becoming like a nursery? dont even know how long that kid plan on staying here, thought 1 day only and now, he's still here after 4 days. not that i mind, but he kept on coming to me and speak kid language which i dont understand. the worst thing is, i have no choice but to lend him my PSP to spam on. 4 yr old how to play PSP? he just took it and spam all the buttons without even looking at the screen... analog alrdy got prob, now R button also like spoiling liao. soon enough, the whole PSP will split apart if he continues to stay here and ramp on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all for now. anyway, HSM rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-4411641895226769575?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4411641895226769575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=4411641895226769575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/4411641895226769575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/4411641895226769575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-came-back-after-watching-quantum.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-8089224984453725668</id><published>2008-11-02T19:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:30:50.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gt a call frm darrence this morning regarding my job request at expo. he said that i will be one of the backup and if any of the 6 ppl that is supposed to turn up, by any chance didnt, i will be the 1st one to take over. will be working for 4 days with around 10 bucks per hr. great news right? guess what, it will be frm the 14th to 18th of nov, which means i've got to miss the chalet if someone's absent. zzz... took quite some time to consider before i agreed to that though, it's just too hard to reject that whooping sum of money. and like i said before, i need that sum of money desperately. so.. if they did call me, guess i will have to give up on the chalet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once again, shermaine's back today, to top it off, she will be staying over here tonight =D cos her great grandmother just past away and she cant attend the ceremonial for some religious reasons. and we've all got to squeeze in that room today, lol. yesterday need to squeeze as well cos my mum's friend frm malaysia quarreled with her husband and came over to sg, so she left her son here with us for now as she got some stuff to settle. plus the nanny for shermaine, that will be.. 7 ppl in a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, for no reason, just kept thinking about the things in the past. slping also dream of them. all the dumb things that i did like hiding in the rice bucket in the coffee shop when playing hide and seek. at least, they are nice memories. it makes me miss my childhood days in malaysia. though im a singaporean, but those days were the happiest. there's really nth to think about except for what games to play and what to eat later. but those days are long over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't start my ss revision. so got to run for nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at what she's wearing. isnt that what female golfers wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2Ylx6knMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/oLnEYO7pEcg/s1600-h/02-11-08_1441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2Ylx6knMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/oLnEYO7pEcg/s320/02-11-08_1441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264031314287566018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2YlofkcSI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/EyxXRoNbUL0/s1600-h/02-11-08_1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2YlofkcSI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/EyxXRoNbUL0/s320/02-11-08_1440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264031311758389538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2YlacTTSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tbMJoFEO0lg/s1600-h/02-11-08_1439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2YlacTTSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tbMJoFEO0lg/s320/02-11-08_1439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264031307986586914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2YlBcmaYI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jbWlunSXOoM/s1600-h/02-11-08_1438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2YlBcmaYI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jbWlunSXOoM/s320/02-11-08_1438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264031301276952962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2YlAip_9I/AAAAAAAAAZg/hIpPz01cixc/s1600-h/02-11-08_1437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2YlAip_9I/AAAAAAAAAZg/hIpPz01cixc/s320/02-11-08_1437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264031301033918418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at that brand! i dont even have something in my closet that cost over a 100 bucks and she's wearing something this ex at this age. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2dLAuF6yI/AAAAAAAAAao/ZSd8HJV0nuo/s1600-h/02-11-08_2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2dLAuF6yI/AAAAAAAAAao/ZSd8HJV0nuo/s320/02-11-08_2029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264036351963425570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. it's funny how we try so hard to make her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2ZOdRxvbI/AAAAAAAAAag/eRsp0R5_NVQ/s1600-h/02-11-08_2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2ZOdRxvbI/AAAAAAAAAag/eRsp0R5_NVQ/s320/02-11-08_2000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264032013122387378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2ZOMjhTNI/AAAAAAAAAaY/JsYAROWsryM/s1600-h/02-11-08_1959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2ZOMjhTNI/AAAAAAAAAaY/JsYAROWsryM/s320/02-11-08_1959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264032008633404626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the son. act cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2ZN9rmt5I/AAAAAAAAAaI/JgsA2qB6fGE/s1600-h/02-11-08_1505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2ZN9rmt5I/AAAAAAAAAaI/JgsA2qB6fGE/s320/02-11-08_1505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264032004640782226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;then come on, make me strong, it's time to turn our game on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-8089224984453725668?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8089224984453725668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=8089224984453725668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8089224984453725668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8089224984453725668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/11/gt-call-frm-darrence-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQ2Ylx6knMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/oLnEYO7pEcg/s72-c/02-11-08_1441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-3144186552038238584</id><published>2008-11-02T03:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:39:45.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caught a night show of HSM3 with JPs at causeway point yesterday. its fucking nice i swear. but still, some ppl may still find it boring. so as an advice, to those who think that hsm 2 is boring, hsm 3 will be as well. so it still goes down to your preference of movies. and it's a waste that vanessa hudgens gonna get kicked out of disney cos of the nude photos. but disney dont really have a choice i guess. as u can see, disney shows are usually for younger audiences and by keeping vanessa, their reputation may be at risk. so that's gd bye to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since it was a night show, shiun and i ended up staying over at JS's house. as usual, darrence was too bothered with his **** so he went home =.= it really makes me wonder wth cos that red mark on your face. did she really giv u a love bite? LOL. and i must get that midnight job that shiun is currently asking for me. 11pm to 7am everyday, 8 bucks per hr? and if it's even possible, JS and i had even decided to take up another 9am to 3pm job with 6 bucks per hr. and then i will quit after 1 month to go enjoy myself with that 2000+ bucks. ho yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that monster hunter g stayover plan isnt gonna be working as well. sian. that genting trip's still planning in progress cos there wont be any adults present. arghh. hopefully they would allow us to get the hotels ourselves, i swear i will get a complete photo this time. and i cant wait for the class chalet cos during this o lvls period, it seems like we've distanced so class chalet will be a gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive finished making my blogskin, lmao. it sucks but cant blame me, it's my 1st time trying to edit pictures, haha. currently uploading my hsm songs so that i could put it up on the blog. that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really no pic to put, so.. btw, this is 6 in the morning and no one's slping. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQyysF7yhMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-cJB-ZJZKb4/s1600-h/01-11-08_0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQyysF7yhMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-cJB-ZJZKb4/s320/01-11-08_0549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263778535066207426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;this is the last game so make it count. It's now or never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/5764885149148315617-3144186552038238584?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3144186552038238584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=3144186552038238584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/3144186552038238584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/3144186552038238584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/11/caught-night-show-of-hsm3-with-jps-at.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SQyysF7yhMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-cJB-ZJZKb4/s72-c/01-11-08_0549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-957904031712073401</id><published>2008-10-26T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T02:06:00.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the end i still ended up blogging before 13 of nov. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, trying real hard to edit images and learning to make a custom blogskin. dont think it's easy, it isnt. and hopefully the new blogskin will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past week of o lvls examinations were a blast. kinda screwed up amath and elective geography but overall, it's still going well, at least for me, cos i dont really have high hopes for myself lest they brought about great disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though it's o lvls, im still not quite in the mood yet. the mind's there but the heart is somewhere else. memories of the past just keep on flashing back and forth while doing the papers. and then u just drift off. stupid stuff starts filling your head, songs frm the tv drama u watched yesterday and all sorts of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after every paper, the mood is always super heavy. it's just the way it is, so stop asking me why im so sian everytime i step out of the hall, chew kia yong. things should be back to normal after o lvls. i will pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be going to js's house tmr, finally can relax for awhile after os. sch was nvr happy for the past few weeks. the only ppl that nvr fails to cheer me up is still them. and it's the 6th yr alrdy. this yr end when i get my 1st salary, we shall go celebrate. k box? makan? arcade? lanshop? chalet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go slp now.. have to wake up early tmr. zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beneath are such dear moments, yet do they contain pure happiness?&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/5764885149148315617-957904031712073401?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/957904031712073401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=957904031712073401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/957904031712073401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/957904031712073401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-end-i-still-ended-up-blogging-before.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-5931821537463676237</id><published>2008-10-09T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:17:48.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wtf can i do to make myself study? this is getting really tiring. at home, cant study. and now, even going to sch, im also not studying. it's around 10 days to o lvls and there's no time for me to ponder over this kinda stupid stuff. time waits for no man, it's all up to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, u are right. this is my life and ive got to stand up and fight for myself cos no one else would. that sms did strike me hard enough. this world isnt how i think it is after all. i have to take control of my life, that's the one and only way. maybe that sms was meant to be a joke, but thanks. my honor to have a friend like u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be my last post before o lvls. it's the last lap now. i've got to run. i may not be able to catch up, but i must try. too late u may say, but this is my resolve so dont try to stop me. i wish all those reading, all the best for o lvls. may the best man wins. till then, gd bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;officially on hiatus till 13 of nov, cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-5931821537463676237?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/5931821537463676237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=5931821537463676237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/5931821537463676237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/5931821537463676237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/10/wtf-can-i-do-to-make-myself-study-this.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-7641009372074563583</id><published>2008-10-07T16:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:48:52.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's really boring nowadays. without any proper lessons in sch, i'm just rotting at home. i rather sch would just go on as per normal, at least there will be someone to take charge and that we will still gather in class. but now, it's like u dont even know if u should go to sch anot, cos there may not be anyone there and in the end, u just wasted a whole lot of time getting your ass there, not to mention that i live on the other side of singapore frm sch. and sk, zk, kiayong and kingyew, no one's willing to teach me maths, ARGH! fuck it. i'm seriously going to rot before i even take my O lvls exams... or rather, i'm alrdy rotting. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMEONE PLS TEACH ME AMATHS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stay in sch till 7 everyday. this is no joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since sis brought shermaine back home today, here's the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closed-up shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspSKec5vI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/dKyu5OXEu2U/s1600-h/07-10-08_1242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspSKec5vI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/dKyu5OXEu2U/s320/07-10-08_1242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254338782284277490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that arm's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspSm1tQaI/AAAAAAAAAYY/w2gu1Eof2-w/s1600-h/07-10-08_1243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspSm1tQaI/AAAAAAAAAYY/w2gu1Eof2-w/s320/07-10-08_1243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254338789898011042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspSjpZxrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NoBf2L_Gv4I/s1600-h/07-10-08_1252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspSjpZxrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NoBf2L_Gv4I/s320/07-10-08_1252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254338789041096370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act cute. ok nvm. she's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspSs6NvpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/yJzeyxTz2Pc/s1600-h/07-10-08_1253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspSs6NvpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/yJzeyxTz2Pc/s320/07-10-08_1253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254338791527530130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helpless look. too bad u cant get away frm me. wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspSxxCcTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ReVoDOtmPiw/s1600-h/07-10-08_1254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspSxxCcTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ReVoDOtmPiw/s320/07-10-08_1254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254338792831217970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fashion disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspkX_VIlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/qhAsQPZV180/s1600-h/07-10-08_1255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspkX_VIlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/qhAsQPZV180/s320/07-10-08_1255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254339095149486674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can stand alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspkv6oVxI/AAAAAAAAAZA/KMiw58NVRKQ/s1600-h/07-10-08_1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspkv6oVxI/AAAAAAAAAZA/KMiw58NVRKQ/s320/07-10-08_1258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254339101572224786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont look at me like that. i didn't torture u, did i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspknpfaBI/AAAAAAAAAZI/AkEH6RQR1XI/s1600-h/07-10-08_1300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspknpfaBI/AAAAAAAAAZI/AkEH6RQR1XI/s320/07-10-08_1300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254339099352852498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she can hold the milk bottle herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspklP9wLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5T8E2IjuU70/s1600-h/07-10-08_1323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspklP9wLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5T8E2IjuU70/s320/07-10-08_1323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254339098708918450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how much farther can we make it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with only the night wind's fleeting hopes to carry us?&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/5764885149148315617-7641009372074563583?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7641009372074563583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=7641009372074563583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/7641009372074563583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/7641009372074563583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/10/lifes-really-boring-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOspSKec5vI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/dKyu5OXEu2U/s72-c/07-10-08_1242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-2088599613613911231</id><published>2008-10-06T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:10:58.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going to sch today was a total waste of time. reached sch at 1030, then went for mok's lessons. and i left sch at 1230, after doing only 2 maths qns for the whole 2 hrs... zzz. but cant blame it, only got sk there is just too sian. dumbass kiayong pangseh, say want come then in the end nvr come. then, kingyew came for half an hr then zao, nb, chao chee bye. HAHA. and lao kang will only come at 7 night. so... left with no choice but to go home after going to 85. really damn fucking sian without the 3 of them. arghh. and wth, i still have to go sch for lily koh's lessons tmr! damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing to be sian about is that... after the ppl who rented our room (the daughter whos always kissing and groping her boyfriend at the staircase) whos going to move away on the 20 of oct, there will be another couple moving in, hais... when will i ever have my own room.. but well, at least there will be no more groping to be seen and i dont have to stand her playing the gu zhen anymore, i swear it's fucking irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pic of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this cookie is fucking nice. not only nice, but super nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOnwHW6pJNI/AAAAAAAAAYI/nZb8SzsWIMM/s1600-h/05-10-08_2156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOnwHW6pJNI/AAAAAAAAAYI/nZb8SzsWIMM/s320/05-10-08_2156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253994449505690834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seeing those precious to us, trying to grasp such with our hands.&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/5764885149148315617-2088599613613911231?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2088599613613911231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=2088599613613911231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/2088599613613911231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/2088599613613911231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-to-sch-today-was-total-waste-of.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOnwHW6pJNI/AAAAAAAAAYI/nZb8SzsWIMM/s72-c/05-10-08_2156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-8946395184053097925</id><published>2008-10-04T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:43:47.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOOOOOOO. just came back frm the 2f'06 guys only dinner at tm. so sry that i was late for... half an hour? all the fucking bus's fault. k anyway, had dinner at pizza hut with kevin, yuanzhi, suhuai, jiaxiang, jinfeng, jungtse and joey tay. and now, im broke, with a pathetic 6 bucks left to survive the nxt week. omg. but its ok, i will survive, cos this is nt the 1st time im in such a situation =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k continue with my story. when we were paying for the bill, this chink cashier at the counter gave a very black face, not normal black, it's super black, so black that u feel like giving her a tight slap. cos when she gave us the receipt, all of us were passing the money to her seperately. then her expression was totally... black =.= so much for paying a service charge of 10 bucks. all i can say is that their service sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in order not to waste my effort for coming all the way down just for a meal, we went to the arcade. only joey tay played though, cos as i said, i had only a pathetic 6 bucks. and joey, your driving skills suck. LOL. maybe u shouldnt be a driver nxt time, lest u bang into others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, jiaxiang, jungtse, jinfeng and joey tay left, leaving the 4 of us, so we went to look around for prom clothes. the blazers we saw are all damn expensive, 200 bucks cheapest. wtf. and all the long sleeve shirt are 100+ bucks =O! so.. renting should be the easiest way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite long since we last came out together, so it felt kinda weird. but nevertheless, it's still nice to meet out once in awhile and reminisce about our sec 2's life. and i will try to organise the nxt outing, mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 more days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grp photo taken outside tm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOeViyBceFI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jgzv4G0RaxQ/s1600-h/04102008%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOeViyBceFI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jgzv4G0RaxQ/s320/04102008%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253331915126896722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if we are awakened while we dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we were searching for the same light.&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/5764885149148315617-8946395184053097925?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8946395184053097925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=8946395184053097925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8946395184053097925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8946395184053097925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/10/whooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOeViyBceFI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jgzv4G0RaxQ/s72-c/04102008%28004%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-4578499232741841894</id><published>2008-10-03T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:21:59.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sian... today's kinda the last day of sch whereby everybody will assemble in the classroom alrdy. and now, im feeling kinda lost. i dont know why but there's this sense of emptiness deep inside, somewhere. it's a mixed feelings of happiness and sadness and i hate this. now that i think of it, i won't really be that excited when O lvls end, cos that will mark an end to the 4 yrs of my sec life, and everything that's done in sch. it will be the beginning of us drifting apart. it's just complicated to put it in words. u may say that we can still meet out, but it just feels different. u just cannot deny this cruel fact. one very gd example would be my pri sch friends, all the promises to meet out just vanished into thin air. at the beginning, still gt meet out. then, everybody started to become more and more busy, and it becomes increasingly difficult to find a time whereby everyone is free. so... the amount of times and the number of ppl just drp and drp, till now.. we hardly even talk on msn. and when u dont talk for a very long time, it just feels awkward to start a convo with them. all the more now, all my friends are going to jc, which will make them even more busy. it really looks like history is gonna repeat itself, no matter how i try to deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone have something that their lives revolve around. like lao kang, he's revolves around his studies and future job. i believe a lot of ppl's same as him. but for me, i dont really care about my studies and my future occupation, as long as i can survive, that will be enough. rather, i put more importance in the ppl around me. friendship and kinship are what matters to me most. for me, i always have a hard time making friends and the last day of sch kinda destroy all the friendships that i've fought so hard for. and i will have to start all over again, which is really tiring. that is why i hate the last days of everything, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in sch today, i just know how hard u guys are trying to motivate me to study. it's great to have u ppl as my friends although i may seem as if i dont appreciate it, but i do. i maybe always saying that u cant make it but actually, i know that u can. so i really want to wish everyone thats reading, all the best, cos i dont want to see anyone in my poly, that is if i can end up in one =.= and u are right, it's true that u should let your friends know where they stand =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres gonna be a 2f'06 dinner tmr? didnt expected there to be one though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shan't say much about what happened in sch today cos nth really special happened, it's mundane as it is. so cut the crap for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took some retarded pictures since there's no one in the canteen. and it's the last day anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOYjCfwm7-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/VRncmG6a2SY/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOYjCfwm7-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/VRncmG6a2SY/s320/DSC00016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252924541166350306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drawn by me for a sec 2 junior's (not mine) artwork. im so proud of myself. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOYjCUmtEKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Sp-_3AMdU6s/s1600-h/03-10-08_1815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOYjCUmtEKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Sp-_3AMdU6s/s320/03-10-08_1815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252924538172018850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL GAY. LEWIS SENT ONE. XD. 1:37's the funny part =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M8u5PYMxfhY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M8u5PYMxfhY&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if it's just living without finding any answers.&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/5764885149148315617-4578499232741841894?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4578499232741841894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=4578499232741841894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/4578499232741841894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/4578499232741841894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/10/sian.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SOYjCfwm7-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/VRncmG6a2SY/s72-c/DSC00016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-6600791022211445990</id><published>2008-10-01T02:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:19:52.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghhh... it have been 3 days and my arms are still aching... i seriously shouldnt have go with u, now i can barely type. cant really straighten my arms if nt it will be even more painful. i think i pulled a muscle, so it seems that the pain wouldnt go off anytime soon. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k anyway, went to sch late today. reached at 1040 and went back to classroom cos heok's not here today, and i dont want to see cheng jo yun, see her face sian 1/2 alrdy. then after that, they were still playing some kind of number game during lessons. why do i feel like O lvls over? =.= the gd thing being is this class is that u dont feel the pressure and stress, but at the same time, this is the bad thing. without the stress there, theres no pushing force to drive u to study. so when results are back, u just have to bear the consequence if u dont study. and theres another scary thing about this class, it's full of silent muggers. it makes u feel as if the ppl around u still slacking and play play like that, but the truth is that they pia studies when u dont see them. so slacking off with the wrong thinking that 'since everyone also slacking, u slack nth will happen' is just like digging your own grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its a super short day for me, before i know it, sch ends. and becos i owed lao kang 80 bucks, i have to return the favor by staying in sch for night classes with him. then kun and the jew (no offence) came along and join us at 5. then this irritating fellow came. i sitting there doing my maths, then he come in, take a potato chip frm timo and eat it on top of my head, with all the bits and pieces falling on me. 1st time, asked him to stop it, so nvm. and he did it again. 2nd time, nvm also. AND HE DID IT AGAIN. this kinda of person just waiting for others to flare up only. so bo bian, make me fucking snatch the potato chip frm him and throw away, im so closed to giving him a punch on his face. chao chee bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study till 8, then went to 85 awhile with lao kang, sk and that irritating asshole. me and lao kang sitting there talking bout someone, and the irritating asshole came in to chap also. he was like telling lao kang all those 大道理, as if he's damn big and damn righteous, cannot stand him, argh. so halfway they still eating, i zao 1st. seeing him for even a second more, makes my blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and class chalet is going to be held on 19 to 21 of nov, should be confirmed alrdy. so... sad that someone wouldnt be able to turn up. but well, there will always be another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its alrdy 315 now and im still awake, should be going to bed soon. and cos theres no pictures for tdy, heres a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Bf-7PxQ894&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Bf-7PxQ894&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's too early to reflect on memories. the steps i take are too heavy.&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/5764885149148315617-6600791022211445990?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6600791022211445990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=6600791022211445990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/6600791022211445990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/6600791022211445990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/10/arghhh.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-9068081440238759196</id><published>2008-09-29T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:47:07.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright im back. shan't say much about what happen in sch today cos its the usual thing, going through other sch's papers. &lt;&lt; uber sian. and believe it a not. its so sian that sk, kiayong and me were sitting behind dismantling the spoiled calculator. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and something (should i say interesting?) happened during 1st recess in the canteen today, which for 4 yrs in my sec sch life, i've nvr seen before. as everyone know, there have been a lot of ppl spamming on sb's blog, about him pcc-ing in student camp. and becos he couldn't take it anymore, he removed the tagboard and the spammers (im a small part of it =x) switch their targets to his friend's blog. and becos of this incident, sb was damn unhappy with the spammers that got his friend into this spamming thing. so, he kinda walk past robert today in the aisle of the canteen then the nxt moment, the 2 of them were about to start a fight. (i also dont know why he picked on bert when theres so many spammers) k continue. both of them were playing a staring game with each other and guess what? the whole sch in the canteen were (should i say cheering?) for them la. this is a big wtf cos i've nvr seen this kinda situation before whereby everyone in canteen shout tgt. but too bad, that show didnt last long. soon, came the kopitiam auntie. she seperated the 2 of them (it's a storm thats brewing) and the whole sch boo-ed, cos no show to watch. and then later, someone saw sb crying behind the kopitiam. actually i shouldnt say this but seriously, its quite dumb to choose to cry there la. at least want to cry, go somewhere wulu so that nobody see, that will at least save some face for himself.. but ya, so he was weeping behind there and a bunch of ppl surrounded him and laughed. its really damn sad case, cos even cry also gt so many ppl looking, laughing somemore. so... i think i should stop making him more miserable. it will really drive him crazy. later he go suicide, i will feel guilty for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then other lessons, just slacking through. then fucking tiring, so slept for lim geok lian's class. then after sch, stay back to study in canteen with the usual gang + mich &amp;amp; (i think he's called huayu?). i seriously shouldnt do maths in sch. the one teaching me is going to puke blood =.= cos.......................... I GT STUCK ON THE 1ST SIMULTANEOUS QNS. (OMG.) =D  it's around 20 more days to Os. and i cant wait for it to be over. the anticipation is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid pictures for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dismantled calculator  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SODmbTGCSZI/AAAAAAAAASw/cin6FWAGZY4/s1600-h/29-09-08_1236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SODmbTGCSZI/AAAAAAAAASw/cin6FWAGZY4/s320/29-09-08_1236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251450522170444178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SODnBKISwnI/AAAAAAAAATY/p9n1SReVkt8/s1600-h/29-09-08_1237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SODnBKISwnI/AAAAAAAAATY/p9n1SReVkt8/s320/29-09-08_1237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251451172599022194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand it. this is super gay.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SODnBDi1doI/AAAAAAAAATg/xml4z-QrqP4/s1600-h/29-09-08_1238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SODnBDi1doI/AAAAAAAAATg/xml4z-QrqP4/s320/29-09-08_1238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251451170831300226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiayong's nail with nails -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SODnBdBo_aI/AAAAAAAAATo/Nl752vHvmI8/s1600-h/29-09-08_1305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SODnBdBo_aI/AAAAAAAAATo/Nl752vHvmI8/s320/29-09-08_1305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251451177671392674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studious =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SODnB5X5WuI/AAAAAAAAATw/PH7SWXmtHak/s1600-h/29-09-08_1700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SODnB5X5WuI/AAAAAAAAATw/PH7SWXmtHak/s320/29-09-08_1700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251451185280932578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if u are not with me, u can fuck off.&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/5764885149148315617-9068081440238759196?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/9068081440238759196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=9068081440238759196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/9068081440238759196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/9068081440238759196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/alright-im-back_29.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SODmbTGCSZI/AAAAAAAAASw/cin6FWAGZY4/s72-c/29-09-08_1236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-5323840468081031022</id><published>2008-09-27T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:34:28.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again, sis brought shermaine back today. and this is the moment i always anticipated every week, cos like i said before, whenever my sis comes back home, i will always have gd stuff to eat =D and i cant even believe my whole family actually got to survive on instant noodles ytd =O sooner or later, i think i will go bald if this goes on. so yes, i love my sis, cos shes the one thats going to prevent me frm going bald =D anyway, shermaine's looks kinda changed again. i dont know why, but everytime she comes back, her looks change. and shes going to talk soon i guess, cos when i played with her just now, she keeps on making all these weird noises as if she wants to talk but dont know how. i'll wait for a few more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dinner, walk for a few kilometers to the coffee shop my father works in. he sells economic rice (whatever its called) at a shop there. this is the 1st time i visited him here and i didnt call him directly when i reach there, instead, i observe him frm afar. i can really see him slogging his guts out there. the queue was nvr ending and he couldnt even slack for one sec. now then, i realise how hard he is working there, just trying to feed our family cos he's the sole breadwinner. its time to cut my spendings and stop asking money frm them, probably he wont feel so pressured. after Os, i will also find a job to help lighten his burden, its my responsibility as a son after all. and to whoever out there that look down on my father, i just want to say that im proud of him. whatever he has done in the past, it doesnt matter anymore. what matters is the present, no use living in the past right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, all of us walk home tgt. i was chatting with my sis on the way home, and yes! i manage to get her to sponsor me my prom clothes. HO YEAH! ive been thinking where to get the money, now can no need think liao. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive think it through. no one owes me a living. so i shall stop blaming my friends and my family. i shall complain less cos there are ppl out there who are far worse than me, im alrdy kinda fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing to say, as the flat i live in is quite old, there is no lift, so i have to climb stairs one. and one of our room, we rent to a mother and a daughter, frm china one =.= so when i climbing up the stairs just nw, i saw the daughter and her boyfriend kissing at the staircase la. WTF MAN. dont they know that, thats the only path ppl can use and they still do this kind of gross stuff there. ARGHH. i think i arrive one step late, they going to fuck alrdy. =.= zzz. the worst thing is, i run pass them, they nvr even stop kissing. maybe they nvr notice me? too engross in it liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr i shall cook porridge for my family. say no to instant noodles. eat too much bad for health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are u doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SN5LJx1nccI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Gm3yxOP0F0w/s1600-h/27-09-08_2110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SN5LJx1nccI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Gm3yxOP0F0w/s320/27-09-08_2110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250716846929703362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want take faster take, i want slp liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SN5LJ1SdWDI/AAAAAAAAASY/iJ4CnEHwBzM/s1600-h/27-09-08_2111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SN5LJ1SdWDI/AAAAAAAAASY/iJ4CnEHwBzM/s320/27-09-08_2111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250716847855982642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what see, want fight ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SN5LKKs2M_I/AAAAAAAAASg/XPboJS_cRgM/s1600-h/27-09-08_2112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SN5LKKs2M_I/AAAAAAAAASg/XPboJS_cRgM/s320/27-09-08_2112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250716853603808242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, this milk nt frm china =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SN5LKOb6TMI/AAAAAAAAASo/Oen3EkwQaGU/s1600-h/27-09-08_2146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SN5LKOb6TMI/AAAAAAAAASo/Oen3EkwQaGU/s320/27-09-08_2146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250716854606515394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's these normal things that can be easily lost.&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/5764885149148315617-5323840468081031022?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/5323840468081031022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=5323840468081031022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/5323840468081031022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/5323840468081031022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/once-again-sis-brought-shermaine-back.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SN5LJx1nccI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Gm3yxOP0F0w/s72-c/27-09-08_2110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-306772230490168250</id><published>2008-09-25T19:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:55:03.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*this is gonna be a vulgarities intensive post, pls click on the red cross on the top right corner of your browser if u want to stay a gd mama's boy. thank you for your cooperation. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a long day.. woke up at 5.30 in the morning to have breakfast at simpang with kiayong, kingyew and sk. and this is a big irony, i need to beg someone dwn for breakfast when its his stomach, wtf. nb, u know who u are. but at least, he did show up, so nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after reaching class, gabriel decided to zao frm sch and kingyew followed behind, now that is what i call a dawg (no offence). and the class was a big LOL today, almost half of the class wasnt present. 12 absent? the front few rows were full of gaps so i moved in front to sit with sk and kiayong. then it was all kinda slack lessons... until something happened during emath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im nt very clear what happen but i will say. kiayong went to guifeng and lewis that side to talk to them. then somehow, lewis gt hold of one of kiayong's shoe. he walk over to me, passed me shoe and then walk off. soon, kiayong came hopping to me for his shoe. then i saw lewis waving to me frm the other side, signaling me to throw ky's shoe over. and without hesitation, i threw it over. kiayong then hop back over to lewis's table to get his shoe back, and with a damn angry look, he stared at guifeng and lewis, and said "chao chee bye. phua bye kia. i hate ppl who throw my things around!" he came to sit back beside me and when i asked him to lax, he totally blow up and shouted at me. wtf. pls la, im just playing along, not like u nvr do these sort of stuff to me before. do u hav to get so pissed off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNN. CHAO CHEE BYE. SI PHUA BYE KIA. DONT THINK U BIG I TELL U. NB. U SAY I HAVEN'T SEEN THE TRUE YOU, NOW LET ME TELL U. U HAVEN'T SEE THE TRUE ME EITHER. DONT COME INFRONT OF ME KPKB. U CAN JOLLY WELL FUCK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, where can u find a friend that is totally same thoughts and viewpoints as u one? its natural for friends to quarrel. what matters is that, after it, we straighten all our doubts and tension out and everything will be over. after every fight, thoughts get closer to each other and it actually helps to improve the relationship between one another. so what for quarrel and nvr talk to each other again? well.. that is all ive gt to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i didnt take any pics today, i shall post a random pic in my photos folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a big lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNuIPUPWgrI/AAAAAAAAASI/WXcZDYjjc5U/s1600-h/IMG_1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNuIPUPWgrI/AAAAAAAAASI/WXcZDYjjc5U/s320/IMG_1907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249939587342959282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;times have changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and things will never be the same again.&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/5764885149148315617-306772230490168250?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/306772230490168250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=306772230490168250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/306772230490168250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/306772230490168250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-gonna-be-vulgarities-intensive.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNuIPUPWgrI/AAAAAAAAASI/WXcZDYjjc5U/s72-c/IMG_1907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-7420735067353340356</id><published>2008-09-23T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:17:41.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sick and tired of the shit ppl around are giving me.. it's saddening that whatever u do, u just couldn't get the trust u needed. now, i totally understand how he feels. no one trusts him, but i want to say that i do. and from today onwards, i promise that i will not get depressed over the things beyond my control. nature would just take its course, and no matter how things are gonna turn out to be, i don't and don't want to care anymore, for there are things that deserve more attention at this point in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-7420735067353340356?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7420735067353340356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=7420735067353340356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/7420735067353340356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/7420735067353340356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-sick-and-tired-of-shit-ppl-around.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-2207734940527197500</id><published>2008-09-21T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:33:25.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, as i said earlier, went to sentosa to celebrate michelle's bday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after meeting up, went vivo makan 1st, must charge energy for sentosa, right? wasnt really enthu though and i didnt really talk, cos its been so long im out with mich, then dont know what to say. then our dear michelle started her lame joke to warm it up, why's the sky blue? ANS: cos it's not green... =.= wth. super lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the nxt min, we are at sentosa. took a beach tram to siloso beach. then we lay our mat, put our stuff and its playing time! ho yea! and by our bday girl's demand, she wanted to bury me in the sand... and as i said, because shes the bday girl, i will go with her for once. she wanted me to help her dig my own grave, and i did. she wanted me to lie in, i did. whatever she wanted, i did, all becos shes the bday girl. happy bo, michelle? then soon enough, with the help of everybody, i gt under this huge load of sand, and u can guess what happened, michelle and her dumb ideas. she did all sorts of pose and took tons of pictures, and they all so hilarious that i couldnt stand it myself, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after fulfilling her request, i gt out and all of us dive into the seawater with the exception of zhao, cos she didnt bring extra clothes. and we played all kinda games la, tug of war, beach volleyball, beach soccer, etc. we even compete to see who can float on the water and get swept to shore in the shortest time, damn funny, i cant even float =.= and there are all sorts of forfeits for the loser of each game. i had to do a pole dance for 30s in the public cos i lost in the tug of war, thanks to michelle, jolene and zhao, unfair shit, 3v1 o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after cleaning up, went back to vivo again at 8 night. had our subway dinner there. and becos im super hungry, i ate a footlong chicken terriyaki large meal, and im bloating even till now, those that went to subway before will know how big that thing is. and we gt a mini cake for her as well. a bday cant go without a cake, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today's a damn fun day since its been ages ive come out with mich, and i can say that she didnt change at all. still as imaginative and childish =D but thats gd though. at least shes still the michelle we know, so dont bother to act mature, cos we will always love u, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures and videos for today =) (didnt really took alot, im still waiting for mich to send me, most are in her cam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich's double lips - on the shuttle bus to sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZl8rpSm6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4U-KaY3EHrM/s1600-h/DSCN1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZl8rpSm6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4U-KaY3EHrM/s320/DSCN1748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248494508929358754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich and i, im digging my own grave =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZl9Gvj6_I/AAAAAAAAARA/rgbOzCGp-AM/s1600-h/DSCN1750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZl9Gvj6_I/AAAAAAAAARA/rgbOzCGp-AM/s320/DSCN1750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248494516203416562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burying in process... someone pls save me, arghhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZl9hmV-OI/AAAAAAAAARI/TkKu7MHIFKo/s1600-h/DSCN1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZl9hmV-OI/AAAAAAAAARI/TkKu7MHIFKo/s320/DSCN1751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248494523412510946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can guess what this it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZl-BLCKrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/N0ABXW1Cj2w/s1600-h/DSCN1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZl-BLCKrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/N0ABXW1Cj2w/s320/DSCN1756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248494531887901362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hong lao jie doing sand therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZl-R1TaXI/AAAAAAAAARY/GTc_0L_sGHQ/s1600-h/DSCN1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZl-R1TaXI/AAAAAAAAARY/GTc_0L_sGHQ/s320/DSCN1757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248494536360159602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bday girl and her bday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZn8CquJrI/AAAAAAAAARg/QzDe0uY6tVw/s1600-h/DSCN1759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZn8CquJrI/AAAAAAAAARg/QzDe0uY6tVw/s320/DSCN1759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248496696952759986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making a wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZn8eXSrAI/AAAAAAAAARo/9zIeR0921-k/s1600-h/DSCN1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZn8eXSrAI/AAAAAAAAARo/9zIeR0921-k/s320/DSCN1760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248496704387460098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy bday, michelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZn819DWVI/AAAAAAAAARw/gMiiZfN0TzY/s1600-h/DSCN1761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZn819DWVI/AAAAAAAAARw/gMiiZfN0TzY/s320/DSCN1761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248496710719854930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutting the super small cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZn9LvRXCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/aTn8xN796y4/s1600-h/DSCN1763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZn9LvRXCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/aTn8xN796y4/s320/DSCN1763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248496716567632930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super random pic, she can squeeze into the children playing machine =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZn9cxZEvI/AAAAAAAAASA/R4uTj5rDTJY/s1600-h/DSCN1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZn9cxZEvI/AAAAAAAAASA/R4uTj5rDTJY/s320/DSCN1764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248496721139929842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their forfeits for losing the game =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bf7fef4cba223f66" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNZl8rpSm6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4U-KaY3EHrM/s72-c/DSCN1748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-8966266006479830252</id><published>2008-09-19T21:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:42:32.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's a lot more better. guess emo-ing ytd does help. all the sadness's gone. ho yea! new haircut for a brand new day as well. i just have to get over it, haha. only got back core paper 1 today? and its a 23/50. didnt emo at all cos i expected a single digit... well.. its ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this boring vjc talk after sch today, super boring. but thats not the point. halfway through the talk, someone turned back and ask me about my l1r5. i know that he's trying to boast his achievement to me, and that he won me this time. but well.. i told him i gt 24 for r5. as expected, he laughed. nth to be afraid bout&lt;br /&gt;though. maybe i will win him for Os. all hopes are not lost =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then off to 85 makan with gabby, kingyew, sk, kiayong, laokang, suhuai and kaijie. then after makan, went to bugis with gab, kiayong and laokang to buy the aviator laokang needs. but its damn lame, walk into 77th street then he try on 2 aviators, he dont want buy liao. cos aviator kinda look weird on him so he decided to borrow shades from gab. lmao. so in the end, it was a wasted trip. then nth to do, so went bugis street to loiter around.. but its like super sian, so i kept on calling zk porno kang, to tease him abit, then not so sian. as usual, he was kinda over-defensive.. all i can tell u is that, we are just joking so dont need take until so serious. haha. porno kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this sunday gonna go celebrate mich's bday at sentosa, yes! i can sense that its gonna be fun =), at least better than staying at home. and let me think.. its been ages since i go out with her, nearly 2 yrs? ho yeah. a gathering then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe he can write such a poem during exams =.= still gt flowers decorate somemore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shatter the mask,&lt;br /&gt;and spread your wings,&lt;br /&gt;for all is not lost.&lt;br /&gt;redeem the forsaken ones,&lt;br /&gt;and let your courage&lt;br /&gt;manifest unto them,&lt;br /&gt;and also,&lt;br /&gt;the irrepressible power of your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNPCchCyUQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oMiw9uMKa9Q/s1600-h/19-09-08_2316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNPCchCyUQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oMiw9uMKa9Q/s320/19-09-08_2316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247751785978941698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lao gao bin. long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNPCc0zxctI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Bjzd7n68aJo/s1600-h/19-09-08_1715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNPCc0zxctI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Bjzd7n68aJo/s320/19-09-08_1715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247751791284679378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the miracle of this world that still hasn't been found by anyone.&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/5764885149148315617-8966266006479830252?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8966266006479830252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=8966266006479830252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8966266006479830252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8966266006479830252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/todays-lot-more-better.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNPCchCyUQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oMiw9uMKa9Q/s72-c/19-09-08_2316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-7509071825581711163</id><published>2008-09-18T18:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:39:18.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's gotta be the worst day of my life.. this is the 1st time i felt sad over my results, surprisingly. prelims so screwed up, life's so screwed up, everything's screwed up.. i wonder what there is for me to hold on to, cos everything is falling apart. l1r5 for prelims was actually better than my mid yr's, but still im feeling emo over this. im just damn fucking angry with myself for allowing that someone to surpass me. i hate this feeling of losing, for once in my life, i have this urge to study till my head drops. i just couldnt bear to lose to this kinda ****. theres only 1 choice, either to win, or to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the emotions in class today was overwhelming. the feeling just came unknowingly. and the next moment, my head just drop dead on the table. thoughts were complicated at that moment in time.. and for a second, theres this thought that the world had given up on me. and that ive make a mockery out of myself. prelims was the last chance for me to prove everyone wrong that i were stupid, but i just let it slip away from my hands... this was a great mistake on my part and it was really damn disappointing. i felt like a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just thinking too much.. cos there are still words of concern flowing in. and this was a great wake up call, to wake me up from my 4yrs of deep slumber. im not sure if it is too late, but no matter what, im gonna try. it will be my motivation to push myself forward, and i will grab this once and last chance tight, things are just going to work out fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im sorry to those i shouted at... and thanks for the concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stressed SK caught in the act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNIwl7DoERI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/c8mP-c8KWDc/s1600-h/Photo0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNIwl7DoERI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/c8mP-c8KWDc/s320/Photo0112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247309943906242834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surpassing the darkness of solitude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the truth in my heart.&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/5764885149148315617-7509071825581711163?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7509071825581711163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=7509071825581711163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/7509071825581711163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/7509071825581711163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/todays-gotta-be-worse-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNIwl7DoERI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/c8mP-c8KWDc/s72-c/Photo0112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-1405415163302488694</id><published>2008-09-17T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:24:42.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK IT! today's a fucking hell day. it started off quite well actually, but results just keep coming back in, KNN! start of the day, everybody's kinda cheerful one. but the results thats returned just dampened their spirits one by one. its hard not to get disappointed though. bad grades just came in one after another. bunches of c6s for me, which i wasnt very sad over, cos i dont really have very high expectations for myself. but then ppl around just broke down one, followed by another. it just makes the whole place kinda tense. and unknowingly, u started to emo as well. first was caleena crying. then came kingyew trashing the papers infront of me. and the situation around u just become super silent... i was just thrown into this emo state, guess its unavoidable. results can jolly well fuck off. why do ppl in society look at results so much? and they keep telling us that results are not the most important but the process is. still, their behaviour and actions showed otherwise. whatever u do, results are what they look at 1st. this is just one big irony and it should be condemned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after all the results shit, went to TM with hong lao jie, li pin and zhao. and like i say, i was damn emo all of a sudden, didnt even spoke a word at TM. it was until we eat then i talk. and all of them was wondering why im so quiet today. then say i give a kind of very angry look, so they dont really dare to say anything before that as well.. hais.. but anyway, thanks for trying to comfort me, at least im feeling better now. then went to JIGSAW WORLD to buy that someone's present. bought a 204 pieces mini puzzle and a wooden frame, then off to kopitiam to fix that puzzle. dont think its an easy task, it may seems so but it isnt =) took the 4 of us till 7 night to get it done and framed up. lol, and it feels kinda satisfied. and im officially brain-dead and cockeyed after it cos the puzzle pieces were super small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hope that i can endure through tmr. i dont want to see anyone emo-ing and crying again. i just hate that tense situation like today's. i believe tmr will be a better one. till then, we'll see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNEDg65j7MI/AAAAAAAAAQA/kR6IFtEIk1Y/s1600-h/17-09-08_1758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNEDg65j7MI/AAAAAAAAAQA/kR6IFtEIk1Y/s320/17-09-08_1758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246978904964721858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNEDhGVo0pI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8qPe6rVQX_c/s1600-h/17-09-08_1848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNEDhGVo0pI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8qPe6rVQX_c/s320/17-09-08_1848.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246978908035273362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've watched the same drama unfold so many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today kinda feels like i'm watching it again...&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/5764885149148315617-1405415163302488694?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/1405415163302488694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=1405415163302488694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/1405415163302488694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/1405415163302488694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/fuck-it-todays-fucking-hell-day.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SNEDg65j7MI/AAAAAAAAAQA/kR6IFtEIk1Y/s72-c/17-09-08_1758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-5545819908289814545</id><published>2008-09-15T21:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:46:49.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right after physics paper today, went to jurong swimming complex to swim with zhikang, shangkun, kingyew and kiayong. but wtf, reached at 10.30 and realised that it opens at 2.30. ARGHHHHHH! (anyway SK, stop saying its my fault =.=) so bo bian, went back to jurong east station to laze around, in order to kill time, its a whole 4 hrs =.= walk around jurong centre, then go IMM walk, walk so much then 2 hr killed. then dumbass kingyew suggested that he wanted to rest, so proceed to macs. then talk and talk, 2 o clock liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then its swimming time! HO YEAH! changed into our swimming gear and we dashed off to the float centre for our floats, then jumped in str8 into the lazy river. 2 rounds and headed off to the wave pool. we get onto the top of our floats and go into the deeper region, and the water thats splashing down from above is fucking cooling, its like ice water? but still, its nice. and once again, dumbass kingyew just keep on dropping down from his float and couldnt get on top of it without my help. so much for being a lone wolf.. and i enjoy spitting at him, pui. and then another dumbass came along, kiayong =.= hit me hard in my head with his super hard float. and i defended to no avail, got gangbanged by all of them, well, zhikang's the only nice soul around i guess, cos he didnt take part in any of the gangbanging actions =D and the wave is in the interval of 1 hr, so off we go to the slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the highest slide right away, climb a whole 7 storeys of stairs then reached the top. and im the last to go down. "HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! KINGGGGGGGGGGGGG YEWWWWWWWWWWW SHANGGGGGGGGGGGGKUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN KIAAAAAAAAYONGGGGGGGGGGGG ZHIIIIIIKANGGGGGGGGGG!!!" guess u know where this was shouted. damn fun to shout, and i think i shouted too loud, so much so that ppl are kp-ing us, they are assholes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN ITS THE JACUZZI POOL! just sat there in a circle and talk about stuff. then experimented with the jets in tons of ways, like putting it at ur ass, and... i shant say =D but its nice, didnt know that we had so much to talk about. we haven't really know each other, have we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really fun though. toppling each other in the floats, raping ^^, talking, splashing, and fapping? had tons of fun today, even more fun than coming with gabriel they all. (lol, im sry if u see this) and im sure more outtings are on the way, but thats after Os. by then, wild wild wet would be done renovating and maybe we can go there the nxt time, that is if someone dont be such a wet blanket, and i trust that u wouldnt, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the light-hearted stuff, its time for serious matters. O lvls are coming in another slightly more than 1 month? its time to get serious, or should i say that i should have gotten serious a few months ago? but anyway, its really time to buck up cos my prelims results should be bursting. ive gotta cut l1r5 down by 3 folds in order to get into a poly, so... i better get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just think of all the things that we can do after O lvls, that will probably see us through... and ive alrdy planned out what to do after Os =.=&lt;br /&gt;1. class chalet&lt;br /&gt;2. tons of class outtings&lt;br /&gt;3. preparation for prom&lt;br /&gt;4. prom itself&lt;br /&gt;5. going out with sec 2s friends&lt;br /&gt;6. get back with pri 6 friends&lt;br /&gt;7. tons of dota clan matches&lt;br /&gt;8. malaysia trip with clan members&lt;br /&gt;9. overnight monster hunter g at kingyew's hse with sk?&lt;br /&gt;10. and alot more... that i couldnt name it for now.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully, this will give me the motivation to pia for O lvls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the photos for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i say he's a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SM556mLYNBI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RSXBgLZlgDk/s1600-h/15-09-08_1948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246264663520850962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SM556mLYNBI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RSXBgLZlgDk/s320/15-09-08_1948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy laokang smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SM556oUzgbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BAuaSuULZUQ/s1600-h/15-09-08_1958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246264664097259954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SM556oUzgbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BAuaSuULZUQ/s320/15-09-08_1958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group pic 1. shy laokang dont dare come near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SM5567iIMDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KnRSTTJY3IA/s1600-h/jurong1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246264669253414962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SM5567iIMDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KnRSTTJY3IA/s320/jurong1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grp pic 2. shangkun's super sexy pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SM557RE6QVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/DeYCDQnvXtk/s1600-h/jurong2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246264675036447058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SM557RE6QVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/DeYCDQnvXtk/s320/jurong2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there will be a bond with the awakening touch of a finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-5545819908289814545?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/5545819908289814545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=5545819908289814545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/5545819908289814545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/5545819908289814545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/right-after-physics-paper-today-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SM556mLYNBI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RSXBgLZlgDk/s72-c/15-09-08_1948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-214316372121817763</id><published>2008-09-13T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:11:56.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's outting with jess and amanda's super sian. wth, this is the 1st time i come out thats so boring la. if not for that stupid jess, i wouldnt have been here, damn it. met at 2.30 at cityhall. then after eating at the foodcourt at marina square, just walk around aimlessly, then they shop and shop, then i sian. zzz, then ended up in a shop with lots of machines to grip the teddy bears out one, dont know whats it called la. then stupid mei and amanda see those small small bread and donuts keychains in the machine then want. and mei and i promised ytd that we will not spend any money today except for food, then if anyone spent, we are entitled to slap the opposite party to prevent them frm spending. and i dont really bear to slap her so in the end, she ended up spending 15bucks just to get 3 buns keychain. wth =.=. then amanda's nth better, 6 bucks for a hotdog mianbao keychain and a bun keychain. and i see them trying to get until so xin ku, also throw money in to help them get it, zzz... stupid mei, u owe me 15 slaps =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after seeing my sister's tags, i kinda realise ive lost myself. i remember that i dont used to be so rebellious, and i dont talk to my parents and sisters with such a harsh tone. last time, whenever my parents ask to buy something or do something, and i dont do it, there will be this sense of guilt, so i will end up doing or buying it. but now, this guilt just dont exist anymore. it seems to disappear totally. when they ask me to do something that i dont feel like doing, i will just act as if i didnt hear them. then whenever they nag at me for things that i think i didnt do or dont think its wrong, i will just shout back at them. although i know that this isnt right, i just couldnt control or stop myself. even though at times, i did tried to tell myself that i should obey and respect them, but it just doesnt seems to work.. and i really think that study's a waste of time, i just couldnt stop myself frm thinking this way, though i know thats the only way out of our current financial status... hais.. when hav i become like this? and omg, i actually felt happy at times that i go against my mum =.= guess im becoming kinda sick. anyway, if u could see this, i apologize to u. u know who u are -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wtf! WILD WILD WET'S CLOSED FOR RENOVATION TILL 1ST OCT! DAMNNNNNNNNNN! so we've decided to change the venue to jurong east swimming complex. currently confirmed going - sk, kiayong, zk and me. bert deciding. kingyew dont know. then after that, we will be going to suntec to look and try out clothes for prom, but not buying though. just look for the kind we gonna buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya 1 more thing, im not despo for prom, stupid mei. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid handkerchief i got from the machine -.- the bell's given by jess cos they think that ive got an obsession for bells, and i dont =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMv9fQrp6gI/AAAAAAAAAPU/udzP9GJJXrU/s1600-h/14-09-08_0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245564904498915842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMv9fQrp6gI/AAAAAAAAAPU/udzP9GJJXrU/s320/14-09-08_0149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this vid's super lame. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lGhiDeK98Zw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lGhiDeK98Zw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because of you i've escaped my mundane life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-214316372121817763?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/214316372121817763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=214316372121817763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/214316372121817763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/214316372121817763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/todays-outting-with-jess-and-amandas.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMv9fQrp6gI/AAAAAAAAAPU/udzP9GJJXrU/s72-c/14-09-08_0149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-3712876760027311863</id><published>2008-09-12T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:04:32.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wth la. im having a tasteless meal again and i cant stand this anymore! its like... drinking mineral water with soysauce. ARGHHHHHHHHHH! and i complain about the food to my mother and shes ranting away like no one's business right now. wtf man. buts its really damn awful la, not that i want to say. and its alrdy so many days ive been eating this. so much so that even though i felt hungry, i lost my appetite when i see my dinner. and thinking that im gonna eat that shit when im home tonight just make me feel like not going home. thats why i enjoy the food outside so much, cos they are a thousand... no, a million times better than what im having at home. waaaa, outside food just tastes heavenly. it just makes me love simpang and 85 =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's paper end super super early, 8.45. then went makan at simpang with gab, ky, sh, ch, sk, zk and lijing. lol, we attempted to wake kingyew up though. shouted to no avail. no choice, he's just a pig. and i wish i was combined science for once in my life (no offense) haha. and its super unfair, why must we move our tables? before the hols, we help bio students moved la. now we had to move our own tables before the bio exams, fuck yeow aka the short potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i finally caught my BLEACH: THE DIAMONDDUST REBELLION. YES! its quite nice i think, all captains on action, how cool's that? im definitely looking forward to the next bleach movie, FADE TO BLACK I CALL YOUR NAME. haha, sounds cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and probably gonna buy clothes for prom on tuesday. cos lijing told laokang that after Os alot of ppl will go and buy, and theres a chance that we will end up buying the same clothes as someone else, so its better to grab it now. and im still deciding what to wear.. hais... oh ya and someone said that someone will look quite good in a tux, LOL. maybe i will suggest that to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone also said that my blog url sounds poetic, lmao. thats a compliment i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe going out tmr, but got to save money. if not monday cant go WWW. zzz. the feeling of being poor just suck. i swear that i will not let myself be in this kinda situation when i grow up man. no more porridge and fish for me, and my parents. though it doesnt seem to be coming true right now, cos im still slacking when Os are so near... but no matter what, i will make it come true. thats a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... time to stop. got to let my mum watch her video. btw, shes still ranting. zzz. so much saliva, she will make a good promoter out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERES THE DINNER IVE BEEN COMPLAINING ABOUT. 1 WEEK OF THIS THING? (and more to come) I QUIT MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMqOX4sqB-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/52Zsll1t-2w/s1600-h/12-09-08_2202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245161257034188770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMqOX4sqB-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/52Zsll1t-2w/s320/12-09-08_2202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is a 10s vid. i donno why but i found it humorous, ok thats evil. lol. that pole just speared his wanker =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bf66r0nQa0Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bf66r0nQa0Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you say if u could fly,&lt;br /&gt;u'd never come back down.&lt;br /&gt;you only have eyes for that blue, blue sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-3712876760027311863?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3712876760027311863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=3712876760027311863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/3712876760027311863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/3712876760027311863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/wth-la.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMqOX4sqB-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/52Zsll1t-2w/s72-c/12-09-08_2202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-479621292268404621</id><published>2008-09-11T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:27:47.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had emaths and chinese papers today. maths was ok i think, but chinese's totally screwed up. counted wrong paragraphs for summary and ended up with 50 words, there goes my 20 marks T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came across a chinese compre passage today and i dont know why, its kinda true. this is the 1st time ever that a chinese passage makes sense to me, and it isnt a propaganda, haha. if im not wrong, it said something about friendship. ppl in the past forms allegiance with each other and become sworn brothers because of their distrust in each other's friendship. it was to forcefully make sure that they will be friends for life and because they couldnt trust each other, blood was shed in exchange for this trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in present however, in order for friendship to last long, friends choose to keep a distance from each other, they talk less and hang out less to ensure that the other party doesnt feel sick and tired of the friendship. but this kinda friendship is nothing different from saying hi to a stranger. ppl like this will nvr realised what friendship is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all the passage's about. it just somehow resonates with my thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i aint gonna emo anymore. life's got to move on. emo-ing isnt going to change anything. what matters is that ive got to change myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shermaine's back today. pics =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis and shermaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMkcMtoaBnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1e7ni4d8Kdk/s1600-h/11-09-08_1959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244754245782734450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMkcMtoaBnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1e7ni4d8Kdk/s320/11-09-08_1959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's dinner is super nice. got fish also BUT ITS CURRY FISHHEAD. YES! everytime sis came back, got nice stuff to makan, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMkbrv9V6yI/AAAAAAAAAO4/etB44uZAi7w/s1600-h/11-09-08_2014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244753679471733538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMkbrv9V6yI/AAAAAAAAAO4/etB44uZAi7w/s320/11-09-08_2014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do endings come in colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-479621292268404621?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/479621292268404621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=479621292268404621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/479621292268404621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/479621292268404621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/had-emaths-and-chinese-papers-today.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMkcMtoaBnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1e7ni4d8Kdk/s72-c/11-09-08_1959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-3027388046081244276</id><published>2008-09-10T19:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:17:21.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's amaths paper was a breeze, as in im staring into space for almost 1hr. didnt know how to do any qns at all, arghhh, mok's gonna kill me when he mark my paper. and wtf, no graph at all for amaths! my only source of marks gone. guess a str8 0 is inevitable -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after tmr's emath and chinese papers, im free! this weekend's gonna be a fun one. and nxt week monday wild wild wet? erm.. that is if ppl dont ps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today got to see the class photos sample, and someone said i look like ian? but well... its ok. all the pics were not too bad, and theres an epic one. GABRIEL WITH HIS RUAN MIAN MIAN = OWNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk enough of crap. heres the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORMAL 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMe3fwGZx6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/BaVrCIqDGEg/s1600-h/Formal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244362047211816866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMe3fwGZx6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/BaVrCIqDGEg/s320/Formal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRADUATION PACKAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMe3gQwf1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BDqg-iOkeL4/s1600-h/Graduation+package.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244362055978309250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMe3gQwf1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BDqg-iOkeL4/s320/Graduation+package.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFORMAL 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMe3gsosEjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/OVGZtZWS0Ig/s1600-h/Informal+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244362063461749298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMe3gsosEjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/OVGZtZWS0Ig/s320/Informal+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFORMAL 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMe3gmRgqNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xe7k0TVTJcU/s1600-h/Informal+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244362061753919698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMe3gmRgqNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xe7k0TVTJcU/s320/Informal+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he requested for this. "HO YEAH. BLOW ME. IM SO. SO. SO. HOT HOT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMe3gy5u5-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/e1qGexoYym8/s1600-h/ruanmianmian.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244362065143850978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMe3gy5u5-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/e1qGexoYym8/s320/ruanmianmian.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's random pic : my dinner. ARGHHHH! DAMN IT! ITS THAT FISH AGAIN. and porridge -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMe4qwA-wqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nGzIfq4GEHw/s1600-h/09-09-08_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244363335679263394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMe4qwA-wqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nGzIfq4GEHw/s320/09-09-08_2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its not about what u say, its about the way u say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-3027388046081244276?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3027388046081244276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=3027388046081244276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/3027388046081244276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/3027388046081244276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/todays-amaths-paper-was-breeze-as-in-im.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMe3fwGZx6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/BaVrCIqDGEg/s72-c/Formal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-3565651220781432584</id><published>2008-09-09T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:10:23.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheeeeeee... both papers today = flunked. and dont ask me why i so no confidence. by saying i flunk my papers, it wont be surprising if i get a fail back. and if i passed, i will be happy with it. but if by saying the paper is easy, a fail will let others laugh their asses off, a pass would not be satisfying and only an A then can. so why so dumb to say the papers are easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in sch i just said i wanted to post something on my blog, then someone gt so worked up over it. wa! still push me somemore. but its ok, and i just say i will blog only, i wont anyway. know me 1+ yr u think i this kinda person? i think i need a bucket then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and surprisingly, kingyew and kaijie came along to makan with us at simpang today. and like what they always do, they played with the leftovers by pouring them tgt and spitting into it, no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr's paper is gonna be a killer. amaths! i think im getting a str8 0? arghh.. dont care alrdy. maths are just bullcrap. the reason i still make an effort to study is because i dont want to disappoint mok, if not for him, i wouldnt give a damn about it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stupid sis wanna use the comp now. eh pls la, u dont say i nvr study whole day play comp. in the 1st place, u dont even have the fucking rights to say me. ur o lvl that time u also nvr study, u say me? fuck off man. and u now graduate frm poly alrdy but what are u doing? lazing around at home? now whole family got problems u still stay at home do nth, slp whole day, and complain to mum that i keep on use comp? want to see me quarrel with mum then u happy right? like i say, u have no rights to say me so stfu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im going off now. 9's gonna be the time to irritate that someone. HA. im off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today no picture, lazy take also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;are u holding back like the way i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-3565651220781432584?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3565651220781432584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=3565651220781432584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/3565651220781432584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/3565651220781432584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/wheeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-8716042373991064861</id><published>2008-09-08T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:33:50.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's chemistry paper wasnt as bad as i thought it would be. and this is the 1st time i think i didnt screw chem up, so passing shouldnt be a problem, i guess. but all the mols related qns i just throw the marks away even though a lot of ppl say its easy cos i didnt read on that chapter at all and didnt pay attention in class so... ya too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after makan at 85 with sk, ky and zk, went back sch to study. and somebody just happily zao home to slp and ps us, u know who u are, yes, U. still can dream of shuai ge and use it as an excuse. LOL! k i shan't say more. do 2 qns of maths and went off to read some joke books. super unproductive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the belated bday present anyway, u know who u are. although its super belated (3 months ago exactly), i still appreciate it, so thanks. and u said it was some kinda vegetable, so i was guessing it was carrots... haha, wrong guess though. and super nice art piece so dont worry, i wont use it so as to prevent the ink from dropping off. oh ya, and i saw that picture of someone posing as catwoman ^^ again, u know who u are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. so today's pic will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bday present! -&gt; consist of mac's chilli sauce, mug, chocs and sweets. btw, the chilli's super lame -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMUM95bNPdI/AAAAAAAAANw/hJbKqZ9IXYQ/s1600-h/08-09-08_1927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243611598669299154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMUM95bNPdI/AAAAAAAAANw/hJbKqZ9IXYQ/s320/08-09-08_1927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumb drawings on the bday note xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMUM95UjGWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/G00AJJK8s6E/s1600-h/08-09-08_1929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243611598641371490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMUM95UjGWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/G00AJJK8s6E/s320/08-09-08_1929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the gift of the goddess shall speak of sacrifice at world's end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-8716042373991064861?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8716042373991064861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=8716042373991064861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8716042373991064861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8716042373991064861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/todays-chemistry-paper-wasnt-as-bad-as.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMUM95bNPdI/AAAAAAAAANw/hJbKqZ9IXYQ/s72-c/08-09-08_1927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-639511619693708287</id><published>2008-09-05T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:16:39.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didnt manage to go out today cos there isnt any nice movies to watch. furthermore, not a lot of ppl willing to come out, bunch of muggers... someone recommended clone wars, if u can see this, STAR WARS SCK BIG TIME. haha. ziaaaaaoooo ziiiaaaaaaaaooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i said, sis brought my niece back tdy. and stupid sis help her to cut her nails, then dont know how to cut, cut until her nail bleed, stupid. then today's dinner damn nice, cos mum knows that shes coming back home so she cooked some nice dishes today, at least better than what i usually eat, no fish today, yes! but then as usual, she slept and slept, for the whole afternoon, shes slping. babies are the most happy one la, can sleep all they want and have no worries at all. growing up is just a painful process..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then studied a bit of chemistry today but didnt manage to finish. hopefully, tmr i can. to those studying, add oil also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stupid megavideo, i didnt manage to watch finish camp rock that day cos the loading stuck halfway through, then wanted to continue today but then it was removed due to infringement, arghhh. ccb. nvm, i will search for other sources..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner, got crabs, veg and curry chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMFFYpMrh0I/AAAAAAAAANg/1VFB5YONPkk/s1600-h/05-09-08_1616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242547730914182978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMFFYpMrh0I/AAAAAAAAANg/1VFB5YONPkk/s320/05-09-08_1616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes yawning. but this picture is taken frm a picture. get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMFFY7WWfwI/AAAAAAAAANo/76YSKld-bQw/s1600-h/05-09-08_2241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242547735786585858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMFFY7WWfwI/AAAAAAAAANo/76YSKld-bQw/s320/05-09-08_2241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ripples form on the water surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-639511619693708287?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/639511619693708287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=639511619693708287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/639511619693708287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/639511619693708287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/didnt-manage-to-go-out-today-cos-there.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SMFFYpMrh0I/AAAAAAAAANg/1VFB5YONPkk/s72-c/05-09-08_1616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-6457573252754531065</id><published>2008-09-04T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:40:42.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went over to tampines instead of paya lebar to study today, thx to shiling who say that tampines BK will be more condusive.. reach at 1030 then study study till 11, then makan there. then talk talk study study again until 6, then go long john silvers makan. studying at BK with them is just plain funny, zhao, u better not bring your mp3 ever again. shiling and amanda was just listening to the mp3's radio and the mp3 reception wasnt very good, so they were taking the mp3 and hovering it around the place, hoping to get a better reception so that the radio will be clearer, but to no avail -.- i think they spent more than half of their time trying to get that mp3 to receive the reception for the radio than to study, wth. and i said that i aim to finish chemistry by today right? u think i finish? if u dont, u are right. i finished all the major chapters, electrolysis, organic chem, acids bases and salts, and im half way through metals. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr maybe going out with zk and sk they all for movies. or if not, sister is bringing baby shermaine home. yes. im gonna pinch her cheeks again, that is if i nvr go out. and i will upload her photos again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its officially 46 days (i think) to O lvls, are u guys ready? for sure, i can say im not, not even halfway there. the feeling of exams fright is cropping up again, more and more intense as the days draw closer. like what mr poh used to say, exams are like war. u have to equip yourself with the knowledge and gear yourself up for it, if not, how u fight a war without any armor and weapons? kinda true, if i were to go into the exam hall right now, i will be like a gearless warrior with no weapon, fighting with bare hands without any skills, opponent one smash, i die. so i must study study study, so i will at least put up a good fight on the field, even if i didnt do well, i can tell myself that i did my best at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study until so sian that amanda started to use marker and draw the BK's cup -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SL_jwEVbaMI/AAAAAAAAANY/sCdcrTBH3U4/s1600-h/04-09-08_1749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242158906219391170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SL_jwEVbaMI/AAAAAAAAANY/sCdcrTBH3U4/s320/04-09-08_1749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you thought i didnt know&lt;br /&gt;but the truth isnt so.&lt;br /&gt;and you may nvr realise how deep&lt;br /&gt;your words hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-6457573252754531065?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6457573252754531065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=6457573252754531065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/6457573252754531065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/6457573252754531065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/went-over-to-tampines-instead-of-paya.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SL_jwEVbaMI/AAAAAAAAANY/sCdcrTBH3U4/s72-c/04-09-08_1749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-710099431220943740</id><published>2008-09-03T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:19:18.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's super uber sian. stayed at home the whole day. study, study and study. and im halfway through chemistry. and i just love the weather now. its raining, heavily. and i'll stop studying today. watching camp rock now, haha. i'm gonna go out study at paya lebar tmr. yes. at least it will be better over there. studying at home alone is just boring. and i aim to finish up chemistry tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pic of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dinner -.- same old stuff. hais.. does it appeal to u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SL6AbEvTW2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Ak9oIKXlFFU/s1600-h/03-09-08_2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241768218922802018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SL6AbEvTW2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Ak9oIKXlFFU/s320/03-09-08_2012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hold on to your words&lt;br /&gt;cos talk is cheap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-710099431220943740?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/710099431220943740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=710099431220943740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/710099431220943740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/710099431220943740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/todays-super-uber-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SL6AbEvTW2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Ak9oIKXlFFU/s72-c/03-09-08_2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-1892719352584998774</id><published>2008-09-02T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:45:39.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to jurong swimming complex today with gabriel, cheong heng, su huai and kia yong. the slides were uber ownage, especially the blue one =). CHEONGGGGGGGGGGGGGHENGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! then the wave pool was damn song as well. it was 12 and the sun is just nice for a tan so we were laying on top of the float at the wave pool and sun bathing, with the ice water raining dwn frm above. yeeeehaaa! then went to makan at nearby coffee shop and went to bugis to lan xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super tired now. guess im slping soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise that i will start studying tmr after going out for the past few days. its time to buck up. i cant continue to go out and play. yes yes, so i will study tmr. its gonna be uber sian tmr.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures taken outside swimming complex. anyway, the person's camera skills sck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SL0ml50-OkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3ySYqjMG6YM/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241387973949143618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SL0ml50-OkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3ySYqjMG6YM/s320/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SL0mmE4wNfI/AAAAAAAAANA/T8QJvdigMqs/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241387976917792242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SL0mmE4wNfI/AAAAAAAAANA/T8QJvdigMqs/s320/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why am i feeling this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-1892719352584998774?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/1892719352584998774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=1892719352584998774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/1892719352584998774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/1892719352584998774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/09/went-to-jurong-swimming-complex-today.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SL0ml50-OkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3ySYqjMG6YM/s72-c/DSC00075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-6176906185252364577</id><published>2008-08-31T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:16:12.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*if u dont play dota, u can jolly well skip the 1st paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a clan match with shiun's friends today at dhoby ghaut. and we went to stay over at darren's house ytd just to discuss our strategy cos a bet was involve. when i 1st saw the opponent's team, i was totally stunned. the 1st thing they said wasnt hi, but asked "your want bet how much? 50? 100?" they sound damn confident and i were thinking it was a wrong move to meet them out in the 1st place. then when we were in the lanshop, i kinda heard them said that they were the wcg top 10 teams, which makes me felt totally hopeless. then still got so many rules somemore, lycan was banned in all draft matches and each team was allowed to choose 4 heroes to ban. then we started drafting and we started our match. ended up in a draw anyway. 1 win and 1 lose. so each team paid for their own lan fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have not been studying these few days. keep going out. fri, sat and just came back today. tmr still going out and tuesday still going swimming. omg, im feeling more and more stressful as the Os come nearer and nearer. my parents just keep saying that i nvr study, stress what? but thats the point. its because i nvr study, thats why im stressing. im afraid that i will lag behind and everyone is pia-ing their studies, and what am i doing? still playing? this term's report was kinda screwed as well, l1r5 31. and prelims... its gone-case although i studied. maybe im still nt working hard enough. wheres my motivation? like what helen chew says, maybe im nt hungry enough? knowing whats my aim in poly, i still dont feel like studying. ARGHH. what am i supposed to do then? if i really end up in ite, i think i will just give up on life man. im just wasting my time away now... can anyone really understands what im currently going through? reverse psychology just doesnt work on me, so stop saying that i cant do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im really sorry to those that i scolded ytd. wasnt in the best of mood so i just take on any chance there is to let it out. im sry SK &amp;amp; YZ. and SK, u are right. i shouldnt be playing for now, studies are what matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going insane with all the people around me studying. studying just makes me feel that im wasting my youth away.. and the fact that how O lvls grading scheme works just makes this world even more cruel. they compared the people in the whole nation with a graph drawn and they start cutting it up, and grade on whos getting distinction and stuff. its so competitive that people's relationships may get tenser by the day. the person next to u may be the one that snatches the A's from u. whats this la? we are humans and not some other stuffs. just drawing a graph and rank the people are just not right. but probably, this is how the society works as well. everyone's so realistic and i wouldnt want myself to end up being one of their clones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming tuesday is 'N' lvls exams alrdy. good luck darrence and darren, i have faith that your can do it. prove the people around u wrong and dont let them get u down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pic of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping beauty. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLqz12_HLoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Lub0VwVy_5c/s1600-h/31-08-08_1707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240698854273658498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLqz12_HLoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Lub0VwVy_5c/s320/31-08-08_1707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this nation's education system&lt;br /&gt;was wrong right frm the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-6176906185252364577?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6176906185252364577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=6176906185252364577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/6176906185252364577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/6176906185252364577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-u-dont-play-dota-u-can-jolly-well.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLqz12_HLoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Lub0VwVy_5c/s72-c/31-08-08_1707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-2680959044225921359</id><published>2008-08-29T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:07:18.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's teachers' day celebration. 1st of all, happy teachers' day to all teachers. celebration in sch was quite fun, surprisingly. its nice to see cheongheng up there and the best part was 4c's performance. the joel han was really... ive gt nth to say. i admire his courage for being able to speak so confidently in the face of the whole sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on to suntec right after that to look for the rings. disappointed though, the rings cost $12.90 each and they do not have the whole set. so, we've decided to order online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after they leave, went on to bugis to meet up with zhao and amanda. it was amanda's bday ytd so we are celebrating it tdy to make it up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something stupid happen though. ate dinner at mos burger, then we sat there after meal to chat. then the grp from the table beside us suddenly say "if your want talk, can your go other place talk? a lot of ppl aiming your seats." we are okay with it to leave the seats cos its our fault in the 1st place to occupy the seats for so long, but at least she can ask more politely la, wtf. then we were quarreling with them, use such a bossy tone. wth. 3 fat asses, they can jolly well fuck off man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im dead serious about the ring thing, if we want to do it, then give it the best shot. im really looking forward to prom with the complete set of rings on each of our fingers. thats going to be damn cool haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres really alot of stuffs to be done in such a short period of time. o lvls, so many trips to other countries, prom night and alot have to be prepared, like i have to work for the money to go for the trips. maybe its time i start saving now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondary sch's life is going to be over soon. hope we can all continue to stay in contact. and michelle, u better dont forget, u promised to meet out after Os. kingyew u too, for monster hunter g. and everyone for the chalet, which sk u better organise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's going to be much harder from now on till that big O ends. so work hard guys for the goal u are aiming for. all we need are the support frm one another, just 1 and a half months more to go, perservere on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy belated bday amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bday girl snatching present. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLgfzJh5fJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ph-aXDPebUM/s1600-h/29-08-08_1921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239973130037460114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLgfzJh5fJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ph-aXDPebUM/s320/29-08-08_1921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i need someone to be there,&lt;br /&gt;even if its just one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-2680959044225921359?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2680959044225921359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=2680959044225921359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/2680959044225921359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/2680959044225921359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/08/todays-teachers-day-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLgfzJh5fJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ph-aXDPebUM/s72-c/29-08-08_1921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-4993906057980332808</id><published>2008-08-28T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:38:24.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tdy physics paper wasnt too bad, though i nvr study much, i was able to attempt the questions surprisingly. maybe im just so pathetic that god couldnt take it anymore so by his grace, this paper is made easier. hopefully i can pass la, cos ive been screwing my papers up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. theres nt gonna be any emo stuffs tdy cos its a happy day. went to tm and century square after the papers with lj, chuinchi, suhuai, sapi kun and lao kang for teachers' day presents. then lj and sh left halfway then the rest of us move on to chuinchi's hse to make the teachers' day board for helen chew. making the board was our main purpose for going there, but sk, laokang and me ended up playing with the computer and ps2, so poor cool chick got to do everything all by herself. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the 3 of us went to whitesands after leaving chuinchi's hse to look for something, which i shan't reveal it for now until further confirmations. its gonna be damn cool anyway =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and prom's table is finally confirmed and im kinda happy with the current arrangement. so yes, im going to enjoy the prom night i think. its gonna be our last night tgt anyway, so no matter what, im going to make myself enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k... so as promised, no emo stuffs. and heres the pic for today ( the pic had been removed to prevent any commotions ) =) so sry ppl, no pics for tdy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm looking forward to prom night!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-4993906057980332808?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4993906057980332808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=4993906057980332808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/4993906057980332808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/4993906057980332808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/08/tdy-physics-paper-wasnt-too-bad-though.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-8418744712569225473</id><published>2008-08-27T16:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:42:10.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amaths and lit totally screwed up. bye to my target of 30 for amaths. im coming back with a single digit again and mok's going to make me drp it. and once again, im going to bot the class for lit and shes probably going to read my essay out this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life's seriously screwed up, not a thing's in place. studies, family, friends.. and i hav no one to blame except for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until now, ive screwed almost every papers and the l1r5 is going to be explosive again. then my mum's going to nag at me and they will starting saying im useless and stuff... its nt as if i dont want to prove myself to everyone that i can do it, but i cant. they just dont understand and keep saying that why others can you cannot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pic of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLUP2JrSisI/AAAAAAAAAMY/luImZ_K2j_A/s1600-h/27-08-08_1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239111164500282050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLUP2JrSisI/AAAAAAAAAMY/luImZ_K2j_A/s320/27-08-08_1331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im just sick and tired to bother anymore...&lt;/em&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/5764885149148315617-8418744712569225473?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8418744712569225473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=8418744712569225473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8418744712569225473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8418744712569225473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/08/amaths-and-lit-totally-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLUP2JrSisI/AAAAAAAAAMY/luImZ_K2j_A/s72-c/27-08-08_1331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-6774246534293922888</id><published>2008-08-26T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:34:15.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tdy's chinese was a total bullcrap. wasted a whole 1 hr on stupid letter. in the end, wrote 3 pages each nia. ARGHH! damn it. im think im seriously going to get screwed by cheng jo yun after prelims end. practise so much also no use. i just cant manage my time well. for 4 yrs alrdy and i still dont know how to manage my time wisely, wth is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied amath in sch just now. and ive decided to flunk amaths, or rather i dont have a choice. so damn hard la. looking at maths are just like seeing some wierd alien language to me cos it doesnt make sense at all. and ppl are like telling me its so easy, sub this sub that, then can find the ans liao. but the problem is, i cant even find the things to sub, then how to sub?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is why going to poly is the only way for me. its where learning starts to make connections with the things in real life. rather than to just continue blindly do maths and stuff, poly is so much better, at least for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, heres the pics for today, fresh from the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its once again the lao gao bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLQEqhwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Dl0_YjV2dC0/s1600-h/26-08-08_1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238817395202805522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLQEqhwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Dl0_YjV2dC0/s320/26-08-08_1227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi shangbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLQEqzpxhEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2BSDhL-xP0M/s1600-h/26-08-08_1238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238817400005166146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLQEqzpxhEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2BSDhL-xP0M/s320/26-08-08_1238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin acting cute, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLQEq2vU4wI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KR0BEsVSm8w/s1600-h/26-08-08_1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238817400833762050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLQEq2vU4wI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KR0BEsVSm8w/s320/26-08-08_1239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shy lao kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLQErLTb5yI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bzfI7WuGIdM/s1600-h/26-08-08_1255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238817406353925922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLQErLTb5yI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bzfI7WuGIdM/s320/26-08-08_1255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the parting is near...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-6774246534293922888?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6774246534293922888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=6774246534293922888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/6774246534293922888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/6774246534293922888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/08/tdys-chinese-was-total-bullcrap.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLQEqhwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Dl0_YjV2dC0/s72-c/26-08-08_1227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-3272309091493946319</id><published>2008-08-25T14:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:25:49.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back frm sch after 2 papers and both of them sck today. emaths was totally screwed up, with a whole 40marks not done at all... geog also kinda screwed. 2nd qns LORMs never do... so much for studying till 1 ytd. zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i shouldnt hav come to this sch in the 1st place. the psle tee score is just pure luck. sec sch is so much harder. coming to this sch just makes a huge contrast of me with those around me. and if only im in a neighbourhood sch, maybe i wont do so badly. being in the 2nd last class and almost the last in class, which makes me almost the last in sch kind of diminish your will to study. and with such a low morale alrdy, some ppl are just not sensitive to others and they go saying that u cant do it, which makes your morale hits rock bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this once again goes back to the topic that i talking about today. pls put urself in the shoes of others before u say something. u will nvr know wat kind of effects it hav. even if u think its just a joke, that person may not think it is. oh ya, before u say others, look at urself 1st. see if u've got the rights to comment on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ytd, sister brought her daughter back. so heres another pic of her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLJdNLqaisI/AAAAAAAAALo/BiZdVmSPrho/s1600-h/24-08-08_1619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238351797635680962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLJdNLqaisI/AAAAAAAAALo/BiZdVmSPrho/s320/24-08-08_1619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pic of the day : lao gao bin on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLJdeHOI63I/AAAAAAAAALw/m_8Fn6xOBgw/s1600-h/25-08-08_1344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238352088501119858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLJdeHOI63I/AAAAAAAAALw/m_8Fn6xOBgw/s320/25-08-08_1344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;knowing its wrong,&lt;br /&gt;i still continue.&lt;br /&gt;its out of control.&lt;/em&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/5764885149148315617-3272309091493946319?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3272309091493946319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=3272309091493946319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/3272309091493946319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/3272309091493946319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-came-back-frm-sch-after-2-papers.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLJdNLqaisI/AAAAAAAAALo/BiZdVmSPrho/s72-c/24-08-08_1619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-6618950394007499006</id><published>2008-08-23T23:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:20:39.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went cycling just now with darren, daniel and shiun at east coast. its been raining for the whole day but we still went cycle, its just damn fun to ride when the rain is pouring dwn, at least its something i nvr tried before. then after that, went to the jetty to rest awhile. it just feels kind of good to simply look at the vast ocean, breathe in the fresh air and enjoy the night view over there, putting aside all the stress of exams and relax. looking at the ocean just makes every trouble we have seems so small, they are just so insignificant as compared to the wrath of nature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went on to parkway parade for dinner at ljs. i sometimes just wonder why there seems to be a never-ending flow of stuffs for us to talk about but in sch, its just so hard to even start a conversation topic with someone. its probably becos we've know each other for 6 yrs. at times, i just hate myself for not being able to speak up as much as i could when im with them, in sch. sometimes i've to even think very hard for a topic to talk about so that i wont be left out. i do not want my friends to feel bored when they are with me and eventually, leave me alone to rot. but its tiring to do so, being someone that u aint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want all my friends to know that i cherish everyone of them and im glad that ive found u ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shall stop emoing here. photos for today =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237755259991508434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLA-qHw6RdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gLW6Y14Iypo/s320/23-08-08_1856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dont take my photo pls. i shy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237755257858145922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLA-p_0RvoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/v4gb8JTUEZ0/s320/23-08-08_1855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nb, see what see, want fight ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237755263708627474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLA-qVnJAhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/UPEHcqDcbcY/s320/23-08-08_1904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"catch me if u can. =D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237755265379238114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLA-qb1cgOI/AAAAAAAAALA/f-Oc2xfkPEA/s320/23-08-08_1908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dont make me throw shoe at u."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237755267778947106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLA-qkxlKCI/AAAAAAAAALI/mD8f_xkIdeU/s320/23-08-08_1915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i handsome anot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237756077851708594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLA_Zuh-jLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wbnAQc7Q5os/s320/23-08-08_2052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"this drink damn nice. *sucking" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237756082989839346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLA_aBrAM_I/AAAAAAAAALY/ewRHn0LpMoE/s320/23-08-08_2053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"of cos nice la. i got 3 drinks, u only got 1 =P"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237756085418347298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLA_aKuASyI/AAAAAAAAALg/WO7GqcXcrXE/s320/23-08-08_2054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so tired. *sleeping..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone have a story behind them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i learnt yours today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-6618950394007499006?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6618950394007499006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=6618950394007499006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/6618950394007499006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/6618950394007499006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/08/went-cycling-just-now-with-darren.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SLA-qHw6RdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gLW6Y14Iypo/s72-c/23-08-08_1856.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-5304975184487566989</id><published>2008-08-22T22:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:18:54.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was ss and english paper 1 today. i think ss should be alright just that i left out (d) of the sbq, which makes me lose 7 marks. seq wasnt bad as i kind of manage to finish them. english paper 1 should be okay for letter writing, but the composition part sck, hopefully can pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently, there have been a blog spammer sneaking around in the tagboards of gabriel, mavis and sk. this person is seriously fckin bo liao, no life person that is going around to spam tagboards and chnge the ip to spam again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if u can see this, let me tell u this right in your face : FUCK OFF!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does spamming in another's name brings u? if it brings u joy, i seriously suggest that u should just bang the wall beside your computer table and end your fcking life, u dont deserve to live in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl whose blog gt spammed, pls go to the respective tagboard webs u use and go to the users assess section, then ban the ip of the spammer and click on strengthen located underneath to prevent the ip frm tagging even if the last 3 no.s are chnged. this will help to protect the ppl who are being spammed as and hopefully, the situation will turn for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. back to the usual stuff =) went to airport study after exams tdy. damn unproductive, throughout the 4 hrs, did only a few qns of emaths... and emaths paper 2 is just 2 days away! ARGH! why am i still slacking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna pia emaths and geog tgt tmr night. and its cycling at east coast tmr =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;backstabbers like u should just die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-5304975184487566989?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/5304975184487566989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=5304975184487566989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/5304975184487566989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/5304975184487566989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-was-ss-and-english-paper-1-today.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-185757516277915007</id><published>2008-08-20T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:38:09.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate it that things are happening so fast. but at the same time, i want o levels to be over and done with. but after o levels means we will split apart and have to leave each other. - taken frm gab's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is damn true. time flies. everything will be over soon, till then, all of us will go our own seperate ways and i hate this. hais.. this is the cruelty of life. it just cant be avoided. things just come and go. they are just nt in our control. people, stuffs, places, all of them just flash past us without us noticing, but until we realise it, its alrdy long gone. i wish i could break this vicious cycle, but it just cant be done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sense of helplessness jst crops up on me... and im struggling to no avail...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-185757516277915007?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/185757516277915007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=185757516277915007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/185757516277915007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/185757516277915007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-it-that-things-are-happening-so.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-8074049029695517304</id><published>2008-08-20T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:02:44.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's boring tdy until assembly came. it was the voting for the prom kings and queens. and u can expect what will happen when cheongheng's face is up there. my ear drums nearly burst... its jst a series of clapping for other classes pk and pq, but all of a sudden, it just went CHEONGHENGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!! sibei loud, so much so i feel like covering my own face. its so damn bo bin, cant believe they kept doing this. but well, i think cheongheng likes this kinda attention afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so true that looks are deceiving. he may look sad but he's happy inside. wtf is this la? but nt that i want to say, i really think that ian and company are jst playing with cheongheng (sry if u see this), but thats hw i feel about it. u may say that im saying all these out of my hatred for ian, but it isnt. it kinda shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. enough of emo stuffs, the fun is at the back =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pack in all the random stuffs bought with amanda ytd for zl's bday present into a shoe box. then we sneak up to her and giv her the present. LOL! she was totally amazed by the present we gave her, i think this is the 1st time in her life to receive this kinda present xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it consists of all kinda random stuffs :&lt;br /&gt;a pkt of long beans&lt;br /&gt;a pink mirror&lt;br /&gt;stockings&lt;br /&gt;a pink shower cap&lt;br /&gt;a shiny pink ahma pouch&lt;br /&gt;a small toy lunch set&lt;br /&gt;4 muiti racial hairbands&lt;br /&gt;a pink angel figurine&lt;br /&gt;a pkt of pocky biscuit&lt;br /&gt;a edited flyer bday card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we changed all the brands of the products to "totally zhao". took us till 9 night ytd outside white sands to complete them ok. its just them funny when we were looking for the present. go around see any random stuff then just buy. and we were laughing like hell just imagining zl's facial expression when she open the present. she was totally stunned when she open that present. laugh like crazy though, and we were telling her happiness is the best bday present she can receive and we brought it to her =D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im ending my post here. so, HAPPY SWEET 16 ZHAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKwHPVhqUVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TVH8enEk1xM/s1600-h/20-08-08_1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKwHPVhqUVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TVH8enEk1xM/s320/20-08-08_1650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236568426782806354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKwHPWWq35I/AAAAAAAAAKY/RcchjK4U3MQ/s1600-h/20-08-08_1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKwHPWWq35I/AAAAAAAAAKY/RcchjK4U3MQ/s320/20-08-08_1635.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236568427005140882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhao posting with her angel figurine and cute lunch set. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKwHPpGA-PI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wdHBd0rreDY/s1600-h/17-08-08_2122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKwHPpGA-PI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wdHBd0rreDY/s320/17-08-08_2122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236568432035559666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something random : me carrying my niece, shes so damn cute. dont u think so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-8074049029695517304?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8074049029695517304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=8074049029695517304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8074049029695517304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8074049029695517304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/08/schools-boring-tdy-until-assembly-came.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKwHPVhqUVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TVH8enEk1xM/s72-c/20-08-08_1650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-7296149926583173317</id><published>2008-08-17T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:11:09.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been ages since i last blogged. suddenly hav this urge of blogging. i guess i just need to pour out whats bottled in me for so long, so.. here am i. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was our maplestory's guild, [D]estiny's 1st bday. it was kinda a crazy day for me and yz i think. went to wild wild wet with our destiny members - ibbz, dolly, rocky, melvin and yz. it was really great fun over there, trying out all their rides tgt. and stupid wild wild wet 4th aniversary, we were caught to ply some dumb race around the park, whereby we need to look for all the pieces of the wild wild wet map that hav been torn up into 4 pieces. one rule though, no running was allowed. and we ended up losing, getting some lame food products and vouchers as a reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bathing, we head over to tampines mall at 7 to meet up with 2 other members, XAshGerX and FlyAway4Ever for a meal at cafe cartel. fcking xpensive, 20bucks for a fish and chips! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at about 10, we board the mrt to cineleisure for KBOX. its the 1st time for me to be in a KBOX at night. and there, we met up with another of our member, KnightKenn. AND, when all were done assembling, ITS TIME TO CUT THE CAKE! LOL, it was frm awfully chocolate, 25.80 for such a small cake, xpensive fuck. then sing all the way till 4 midnight. all of them drunk like hell and then head back home in Lee's lorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks a lot to ibbz who organised this outing. thanks to dolly for creating this guild all we wouldnt be here in the 1st place. thanks Lee for driving me home. thanks rocky for treating me the wild wild wet ticket. AND MOST OF ALL, thanks to everyone that make an effort to come for without u, this 1st bday of destiny wouldnt be a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've changed my mind. i dont wanna go work in japan anymore. there is just too much for me to put down here, my friends, my family... i still love singapore i guess, the memories it holds, all here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, thanks all of u ppl for making this a memorable event, hope there will be another outing after o lvls. cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKf4l-_rbtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CmdcHq7xvNg/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKf4l-_rbtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CmdcHq7xvNg/s320/DSC01022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235426423290425042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKf4mCDyFEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Aem5QqfvqoQ/s1600-h/DSC01023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKf4mCDyFEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Aem5QqfvqoQ/s320/DSC01023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235426424112944194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKf4mOa9nzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-TQxVgMfs54/s1600-h/DSC01026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKf4mOa9nzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-TQxVgMfs54/s320/DSC01026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235426427431395122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKf4mrO8DJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QbzcrIuwhVc/s1600-h/DSC01024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKf4mrO8DJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QbzcrIuwhVc/s320/DSC01024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235426435165588626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKf4mkkouqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-00Wrb6QIyU/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKf4mkkouqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-00Wrb6QIyU/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235426433377548962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[D]estiny OWNS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-7296149926583173317?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7296149926583173317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=7296149926583173317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/7296149926583173317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/7296149926583173317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-ages-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/SKf4l-_rbtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CmdcHq7xvNg/s72-c/DSC01022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-8056589188739435299</id><published>2008-02-17T03:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T03:38:05.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally updated my dead blog. i was just plain lazy to do so for the past 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught "L change the world" movie yesterday as a special preview.&lt;br /&gt;lucky day for me though. this show officially airs on 21/2&lt;br /&gt;but i happened to walk past the cathay cinema at causeway pt&lt;br /&gt;and saw the movie timing of this show.&lt;br /&gt;be jealous for those that had to wait 1 more week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPOILER ALERT! DO NOT READ THIS PARA IF U ARE NOT INTERESTED TO KNOW THE STORY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this 3rd movie of the deathnote series,&lt;br /&gt;no deathnotes were used for killing of anyone or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;it was just all about L, the protagonist,&lt;br /&gt;who had to solve a case in the last 23 days of his life.&lt;br /&gt;*he had a contract with the death god in movie 2*&lt;br /&gt;this case is about a group of environmentalists,&lt;br /&gt;which had a strong sense that the world is polluted and dying,&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the over-population on earth.&lt;br /&gt;which therefore, leads them on the mission to massacre the human race&lt;br /&gt;and reduce the human population.&lt;br /&gt;in order to do so, they created a kind of virus&lt;br /&gt;which is very infectious and fatal that causes people to die&lt;br /&gt;almost immediately after contracting the virus.&lt;br /&gt;this virus killed a lot of people and in just a few weeks,&lt;br /&gt;the virus mutated and the team had no antidote to the newly mutated virus.&lt;br /&gt;this means that they had to be careful in spreading the virus&lt;br /&gt;as once they are infected with it, they will die as well.&lt;br /&gt;but very soon after, a antidote was created.&lt;br /&gt;only the doctor himself knew the formula for it and&lt;br /&gt;right after the 1st antidote was made, he was surrounded by the team,&lt;br /&gt;and was asked to surrender the antidote.&lt;br /&gt;but he know that if the team had that antidote, the world will be in great danger.&lt;br /&gt;so he destroyed the one and only antidote that was made and suicide&lt;br /&gt;by injecting the virus into himself.&lt;br /&gt;there were no data in coms that show the formula for the antidote,&lt;br /&gt;but clues were left in the notebook of his daughter in the form of a maths question.&lt;br /&gt;will L finds out the cure to the devasting virus? will he save the world?&lt;br /&gt;catch it for urself on 21/2 in the movie theatres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a warm and touching movie worthy to catch on all theatres in 21/2 in sg.&lt;br /&gt;L change the world. im officially a L fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/R7c7U9RcehI/AAAAAAAAAIk/M37sJ5OF91Q/s1600-h/L+LAWLIET.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/R7c7U9RcehI/AAAAAAAAAIk/M37sJ5OF91Q/s320/L+LAWLIET.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167664328662088210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Justice will prevail, for i am justice."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-8056589188739435299?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8056589188739435299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=8056589188739435299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8056589188739435299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8056589188739435299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-updated-my-dead-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/R7c7U9RcehI/AAAAAAAAAIk/M37sJ5OF91Q/s72-c/L+LAWLIET.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-8542620002001112522</id><published>2007-11-30T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:21:21.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ENCHANTED MOVIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/R1AqGPzqK2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ExijZusuzv8/s1600-R/enchanted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/R1AqGPzqK2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SLyqRiUHNQI/s320/enchanted.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138653461640522594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR MAGORIUM'S WONDER EMPORIUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/R1AqGPzqK3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/IN0TNGFQFBE/s1600-R/emporium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/R1AqGPzqK3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/OTZg1-3UpNk/s320/emporium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138653461640522610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back frm genting ytd. went thr with some of my frens and my parents for 4 days 3 nights. quite a refreshment to speak rather than staying in sg doing nth at home. some things i did over the 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day: reach thr at bout 6 in the morning. wondered about until 8 &amp; went to the theme park. as it was early in the morning, thr was no queue at all &amp; tt we were able to finish all the roller coaster rides in the outdoor theme park. And of cos, i pulled someone to try the spaceshot with me. OWNAGE ^^! the CORKSCREW was great as well, which we took bout 5x. then at bout 1, the queue started &amp; thrfore we went bck to the hotel to gamble. and once again, we set out at 6 for all the indoor theme park games like the   euroxpress and 4D motionmaster. then went out for supper at 2 midnight after gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day: went watch enchanted. it was an awesome show which is worth watching over and over again. then went for some bowling games and of cos gamble again =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day: watch Mr Magorium's Wonder Emporium. i wouldnt say its a very nice show. kinda hard to understand. then bowling again... wtf man! ytd 3 rounds and today 3 rounds, a total of 6 rounds and we bet a cup of cuppochino for each round. the winner gets 1 cup frm the 3 losers and i only won 1 match =.= and teh cuppochinno in genting was damn x, nearly 30 bucks per cup... then at 1.30 midnight, went watch Mad Detective, a chinese movie. very chim as well but it was a fairly nice show about a detective which he says he can see the ghost in ppl and know what they are thinking. he claims to see 7 personalities in a murderer and he keep hearing voices telling him bout wat to do to solve the case, but no one believes and says he's mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day: pack up and went home... bought some vcd at the plaza thr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRY NO IMAGE FOUND FOR MAD DETECTIVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-8542620002001112522?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8542620002001112522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=8542620002001112522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8542620002001112522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/8542620002001112522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2007/11/enchanted-movie-mr-magoriums-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/R1AqGPzqK2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SLyqRiUHNQI/s72-c/enchanted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-1095152543808760399</id><published>2007-11-18T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:26:32.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st of all, a new blogskin! THE IMAGES ARE MOVABLE. TRY ROLLING UR MOUSE OVER THEM AND SEE WHAT HAPPEN TO THE BALLS ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few months were a blast. The EOY was over sooner than i know and of cos, here are my SHIT results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH C5&lt;br /&gt;HCL C5&lt;br /&gt;A MATHS F9&lt;br /&gt;E MATHS F9&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRY C5&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS D7&lt;br /&gt;COMBINED HUMANITIES D7&lt;br /&gt;LITERATURE F9&lt;br /&gt;CIVICS AND MORAL EDUCATION C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL AVG: 352/800   CLASS POSITION: 32/34   L1R5:38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These was what i've gotten and i've got nothing to say cos of my slackness EXCEPT FOR ONE THING, MY MORAL EDUCATION! AM I REALLY TT BAD IN MY MORAL? WHY DID I GET A C? =.= STUPID SCH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, during the beginning of the hols, i've know a striking truth.&lt;br /&gt;It was when i went to the hospital with my parents for my mum's appointment.&lt;br /&gt;Just when we were waiting for our queue no. to be called, my father was telling me tt there is something he want to tell and tt i couldn't be too shock or watsoever.&lt;br /&gt;And there he spat out what he should have said yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;My elder sister wasn't my father's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;She was given birth when my mum's wasn't divorced.&lt;br /&gt;Although this truth shocked me quite abit, I STILL LOVE MY SISTER.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't all bout the blood after all,&lt;br /&gt;but the time tt we've been tgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, i'm finally LV70 in maple! 3RD FLIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE ALL SOME SS I TOOK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/R0BYu_zqK0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/_80AGjIdYTM/s1600-h/Destiny+koko+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/R0BYu_zqK0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/_80AGjIdYTM/s320/Destiny+koko+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134201139627699010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/R0BYu_zqK1I/AAAAAAAAAII/vLszigDEJpM/s1600-h/Destiny+koko+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/R0BYu_zqK1I/AAAAAAAAAII/vLszigDEJpM/s320/Destiny+koko+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134201139627699026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESTINY OWNAGE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-1095152543808760399?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/1095152543808760399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=1095152543808760399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/1095152543808760399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/1095152543808760399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-few-months-were-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/R0BYu_zqK0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/_80AGjIdYTM/s72-c/Destiny+koko+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-6567764497379909671</id><published>2007-08-24T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:11:57.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIRSPRAY~</title><content type='html'>HAIRSPRAY CAST~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Rs8Cgxg3iII/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZVuXP9pPF7M/s1600-h/hairspray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Rs8Cgxg3iII/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZVuXP9pPF7M/s320/hairspray.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102299664904325250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished watching HAIRSPRAY at 11.30&lt;br /&gt;at amk hub&lt;br /&gt;damn cool show&lt;br /&gt;and just to say&lt;br /&gt;its not gay...&lt;br /&gt;those who like watching high sch musical&lt;br /&gt;will like that show&lt;br /&gt;it was just so gd that no one wanna leave the cinema even after it&lt;br /&gt;and it was given a 4.5star rating in the magazine&lt;br /&gt;a worthy show to catch&lt;br /&gt;or i should say&lt;br /&gt;regret for life for not watching&lt;br /&gt;hairspray.&lt;br /&gt;hairspray.&lt;br /&gt;hairspray.&lt;br /&gt;hairspray.&lt;br /&gt;hairspray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-6567764497379909671?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6567764497379909671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=6567764497379909671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/6567764497379909671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/6567764497379909671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2007/08/hairspray.html' title='HAIRSPRAY~'/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Rs8Cgxg3iII/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZVuXP9pPF7M/s72-c/hairspray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764885149148315617.post-575350210615926478</id><published>2007-08-17T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:06:44.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hunter x hunter rocks!</title><content type='html'>ok, time to update after a century.&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago, went to watch rush hr 3&lt;br /&gt;with kiayong, gabriel, kevin and kaijie&lt;br /&gt;it was a gd one&lt;br /&gt;or rather a humorous or porn one XD&lt;br /&gt;chris tucker was damn funny la&lt;br /&gt;i love his bangla accent =)&lt;br /&gt;there was one scene whereby&lt;br /&gt;jacky was fighting in a hotel room with a female assasin&lt;br /&gt;then they were moaning while fighting for no reason&lt;br /&gt;and chris was listening frm the door outside&lt;br /&gt;and he was like saying "my boy has finally become a man" =_=&lt;br /&gt;and "jackie, dun hide ur dragon!" =X&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was laughing throughout la&lt;br /&gt;yesterday also got back the class photos&lt;br /&gt;hand in the money late so didnt buy them&lt;br /&gt;but got someone to scan for me&lt;br /&gt;shall post them a few days later =)&lt;br /&gt;just watched finish the anime series "hunterxhunter" also&lt;br /&gt;damn touching&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to the nxt series of hxh on oct 07 ^^&lt;br /&gt;i think tts all for now&lt;br /&gt;im out =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764885149148315617-575350210615926478?l=mydestinedpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/feeds/575350210615926478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764885149148315617&amp;postID=575350210615926478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/575350210615926478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764885149148315617/posts/default/575350210615926478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydestinedpath.blogspot.com/2007/08/hunter-x-hunter-rocks.html' title='hunter x hunter rocks!'/><author><name>WenJian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019674063872430543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R6bGD52wqs/Sx94BSLfdbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WPjBbalcZ00/S220/bringmehome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
