<?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-20507782</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:46:04.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The WC: William's Contemplations</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi! This is not the official blog for Water Closets organisation, but it is one for yours faithfully (William aka Myself) to jot down bits and pieces of my life. Haha! Think that's lame and not at all funny? Well, maybe that is basically what this blog is gonna be like I guess.. Cherios! Enjoy your stay.. =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-4459061215541261474</id><published>2007-12-13T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:06:53.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whataday</title><content type='html'>PHEW!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm done with my shopping for the New Year today. Already I bought quite a few of tees and polos, and even 2 pants which I hardly ever import any into my cupboard. Speaking of which, my aunt recently tidied up my cupboard, and very nicely removed all my tees from the hangers, and folded, stacked each one accordingly to polos and tees. It seems like I can actually start putting them up online to sell~ haha... didn't know I had that many~ some of which I don't wear anymore.. quite a waste~ but usually I'll give them away to the charity organisations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Melvin while I was getting into the MRT, but he was heading in the opposite way so we  (barely) bid goodbye. Caught Kok with his gay friend in the Heerens (Four Skin really has some cute salesgirls...). Haven't caught up with the guys since before exams, should do so during X'mas (if they happen to be free~). It always feels quite sad not getting to play football with these guys for such a long time, wonder when we'll get to play again~?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for a PSP memory card. My cousin says it causes less than 70 bucks for one with 4GB, but so far, the ones I've asked all costs from 85 to 95 bucks (depending on brand). Hmm, the cheapest one I've managed to find out was from Sim Lim, anyway shall keep a further lookout and in the meantime try to up my budget~ haha.. now that I've burnt a hole in my apologetic wallet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end the entry with a short horror film which I made when I was bored while studying for the exams..~ =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-828ff81a9e0e8bce" 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" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D828ff81a9e0e8bce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331146084%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C6CAF9782A002C38554D80AC6C9BC1E64AC2480.5F12C2152981C1BB3D684CAF51BB156A05FD9907%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D828ff81a9e0e8bce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2W6EyhsFZmUDrQjY87cQ_fi0JOY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D828ff81a9e0e8bce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331146084%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C6CAF9782A002C38554D80AC6C9BC1E64AC2480.5F12C2152981C1BB3D684CAF51BB156A05FD9907%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D828ff81a9e0e8bce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2W6EyhsFZmUDrQjY87cQ_fi0JOY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-4459061215541261474?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=828ff81a9e0e8bce&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/4459061215541261474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=4459061215541261474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/4459061215541261474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/4459061215541261474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/12/whataday.html' title='Whataday'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-8707102650523279210</id><published>2007-12-05T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:00:43.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic December</title><content type='html'>HORITE! Exams' were over last week. Finally, I decided to update my blog~ haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I feel that last semester was really taxing.. There's work, school.. and had some household matters~ So, like an egg that's hatching from all that pressure and heat of the hen's buttocks, I decided to resign from NS with December being my last month of work there. Had a blast there, but don't think I'll be able to commit anymore~ There goes any sort of income.. Well, I'll probably take up giving tuition, or some part-time in campus~ (I presume it works out smoothly~ *cross fingers*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Digging deep into my memory drive, this U-channel programme on campus food hunt came to NTU and my gang and I tagged along during the end of October, can't remember the date clearly.. Anyway, we took some photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/R1ZZz5x827I/AAAAAAAAACc/fpVzEN-Zqzw/s1600-h/30102007044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/R1ZZz5x827I/AAAAAAAAACc/fpVzEN-Zqzw/s400/30102007044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140394772908530610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had to put these handkerchiefs around our arm with the logo facing the.. whoever it is~ =/&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/R1ZaDpx828I/AAAAAAAAACk/Ynd2hnaG7qM/s1600-h/30102007045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/R1ZaDpx828I/AAAAAAAAACk/Ynd2hnaG7qM/s400/30102007045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140395043491470274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/R1Zagpx829I/AAAAAAAAACs/7TIYlvOEKX4/s1600-h/30102007054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/R1Zagpx829I/AAAAAAAAACs/7TIYlvOEKX4/s400/30102007054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140395541707676626" border="0" /&gt;The hosts were Desmond Koh, and Felicia Chin, whom were very obliging with photo-takings~ (probably because everyone's bored during the wait~)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/R1Zaupx82-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/30cm8EQwRJw/s1600-h/30102007050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/R1Zaupx82-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/30cm8EQwRJw/s400/30102007050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140395782225845218" border="0" /&gt;And thus I tot I would ask for a solo with Felicia~ =D (it is rather fortunate that I'll be the only one out of the two to notice the geeky smirk)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/R1Zbppx82_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/cRYiw3_RmHE/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/R1Zbppx82_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/cRYiw3_RmHE/s400/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140396795838127090" border="0" /&gt;Then~ I couldn't stop, and when I got home after a cut, released the cam-whore inside of me~ HAHAHA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, so that was that. Urm, we couldn't finish all the food we tasted, so that was the only pity we had~ Else, it was overall a fun experience in front of the camera~ We were told it'll air on the 11th of Dec, which is.. next Tuesday~ Haha, sounds rather exciting to see~ (do any of you have the experience that you sound differently on videos or recordings?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to East Coast Park with a special someone on Sunday~ It was nice to stroll along, and everyone there was having a great family day! There were even free sand castle building workshops~ but the cable ski/wake-boarding really caught my attention! Now that was what the digging was all about on that area when I was there a few years back~ Great, now I just need to find some kakis to go wake-boarding with me~ There's even a ladies' night at the bistro/pub/restaurant opened next to it~ Haha~ Anyway, my real motive was the ECP food centre, and we had Sambal Stingray and Chilli 'He-po' for dinner. I almost choked on the sugarcane bit inside my drink~ but all is well~ Just watch out for sugarcane drinks.. =/ I had a very nice time that night, had a really great chance to talk and connect~ =) It's pretty unbelievable, but who said it wouldn't work out~? Oh, but my cousin just broke up with his Taiwanese girlfriend (who didn't even bother to wish him happy birthday on Monday) on Tuesday. I'm lucky that my past girlfriends never replied me:" There's no reason to why I don't like you anymore..." when asked the reason why the break. (which probably is the reason why I don't like to ask.. for nasty things may come out~ and what's the point when it's over..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming towards the end of another year, I'm drawing up a mental resolution for 2008. Hmm, it's quite similar to last year's~ Haha.. oh~ which means I didn't accomplish what I set out for myself~ Ok, guess I should take the advice of planning and aiming high for short-term goals~ which would turn out high in the long-term if you think of it~ *thumbs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I betting on a million bucks that this December shall be a great holiday season unlike previous ones~ HOHOHO~ It's time to get merry! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-8707102650523279210?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/8707102650523279210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=8707102650523279210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/8707102650523279210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/8707102650523279210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/12/nostalgic-december.html' title='Nostalgic December'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/R1ZZz5x827I/AAAAAAAAACc/fpVzEN-Zqzw/s72-c/30102007044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-5993225421181896815</id><published>2007-09-14T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T23:11:25.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't just sit back, do something!"</title><content type='html'>Fatigued!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor eye bags. I'm definitely screwed next week, if there's no miracle this weekend. Sigh~ I really hate the feeling when you've got a lot of things to catch up with, especially when it's entirely your fault for it. EEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! About the Hey!Gorgeous thingy? Yea, they came like 2 weeks ago and I wasn't selected lar, as predicted. Haha, however I remember I kinda made a fool of myself when they interviewed me. Darn! I wish I knew what to say, but that camera thing really sets you up on a nervous rack and the only thing you know is the colour black which spreads all over in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/RuqdBrqmyLI/AAAAAAAAACU/lkNrLRPBTGM/s1600-h/DSC01848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/RuqdBrqmyLI/AAAAAAAAACU/lkNrLRPBTGM/s400/DSC01848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110069379432106162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fig. 1 - In the process of getting 'malu'-ed&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, doubt they will be showing my part, much to my relief so that I'll stay a TV-virgin. BUAHAHA~ OK lar, enough about this. (I resent the fact that Desmond Koh came with Diya instead of Fiona. ~_~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School life and work in the NS are not getting along. Any time management courses? Think I should attend one, but actually, I think the root of my problem is fatigue and discipline. Even if I have the discipline to study till 3am each day, this flesh made body of mine simply can't fork out the extra hardworking juice out of me. Argh~ looks like I made a 'salah' prophecy from the start that I can manage. Now, I've got myself in a real big fix. 7 weeks down the road, I don't really understand in depth enough on what I'm supposed to learn. There's a Chinese saying:"Qing Ting Dian Shui [&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.sg/search?hl=zh-CN&amp;oq=qing+ting+dian+shui&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;oi=pinyin&amp;amp;resnum=0&amp;ct=result&amp;amp;amp;cd=1&amp;q=%E8%9C%BB%E8%9C%93%E7%82%B9%E6%B0%B4&amp;amp;spell=1" class="p"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;蜻蜓点水&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  ]", which directly translated into dragonfly touching water. LOL~ means like only work is done on the surface, which is exactly what's happening for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I'm still trying to be optimistic about my situation. Haha.. But ultimately, I should be shifting my focus on my studies now, because it's really getting out-of-hand on the balance scale. One thing positive from this, though it's a bit late for me, that I'm learning how to multi-task (which I thought I did pretty well back in poly life), on a higher level this time~ LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK~ moving on to the plans for the following weeks. A break from work for the month of October would do me good I guess, though it also means no short-term income.. =X (and miss out the cute Jap tourists~ HEE~ =D ) Urm, Study! As hard as I can, and as fierce as possible. Oh! Almost forgot, to get some exercise! AGAIN! Time and time I keep mentioning it, but seems like action really will speak louder than words~ Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh~ and I've got a new joke to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was found dead in the bathtub filled with milk, strawberries, cornflakes and banana. Who did the police suspect? This should be relatively easy.. already such a big hint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serial (Cereal) Killer~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A NICE WEEKEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/linkin%27+park/track/bleed+it+out" title="'Linkin' Park - Bleed It Out' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Linkin' Park - Bleed It Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/nine+inch+nails/track/only" title="'Nine Inch Nails - Only' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Nine Inch Nails - Only&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/lostprophets/track/lost+prophets+-" title="'Lostprophets - Lost Prophets -' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Lostprophets - Lost Prophets -&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-5993225421181896815?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/5993225421181896815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=5993225421181896815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/5993225421181896815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/5993225421181896815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-just-sit-back-do-something.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t just sit back, do something!&quot;'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/RuqdBrqmyLI/AAAAAAAAACU/lkNrLRPBTGM/s72-c/DSC01848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-9158561635592937430</id><published>2007-07-28T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T01:01:00.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 3 2 1 1 2 3 1 1</title><content type='html'>You know.. they actually teach how to hack soda machines on the YouTube? The title of this entry is the code for the kind of vending machines that you usually see selling cans, but it only works for certain machines they say. Check it out on the web if you don't believe what I'm saying~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK~ updates! Next week will be my final week of work in NP~ Yay~ but the week after next will be the start of school.. Grrr..~ I HAVEN'T TIDY UP MY YEAR 1 STUFF YET! Haha.. can't really find the energy to do so, and time is often spent on sleep and rest when you're working 7 days a week.. WHEE~ (I should have planned like a week of free time to myself before school reopens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline aka laptop is making this soft howling noise. Yeah~ I can feel the hard disk is really taking a lot just to even start up and run programs.. Way to go darling~! Just keep running.. till you drop of course. Daddy's gonna fix you up, no worries~ ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having such a stiff neck today. My aunt got me a new set of bolster and pillow yesterday~ Now I've to turn my whole body around just to see things~ haha.. but not like how owls turn their whole head around because they can't move their eyeballs. Speaking of which, it might have to do with me playing Wii at JL's house yesterday after giving him some T-shirt drafts. Wii's way cool~ Interactive fun! There was sports and fighting games to play~ Man.. it's more like a workout if you ask me~ Haha.. but it is loads of fun playing it~ I was lucky not to have showered before going over because I was perspiring when I went home. I'll contemplate about getting one at the end of the year.. LOL~ can play during new year.. would be loads of fun with so many people participating~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. The Hey! Gorgeous crew came by to NP last Friday. Didn't really catch much of the action except that I saw Fiona and Ben outside the co-op as I went to buy some tracing paper. Man~ she's skinnier than the last time I saw her in person. Her legs were so paper thin.. but they look straight and nice anyway~ LOL! So, I was on the bus yesterday to school, and so many people were talking about how different the candidates actually look from the pictures. Good thing that Kenneth posted a blur pic of me~ haha~ but who knows if they prefer the blur me..? =\ Haiya.. With or without this show, I'm still me~ so no problems there~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay~ Definitely looking forward to some shopping next weekend, after I get my pay~ haha.. I've decided to change my dorky specs~ actually for quite some time I've wanted to.. just decided to wait you know~ In life, you sorta know what things you need to wait for and some which immediate actions are necessary. But hey~ I'm just joking if it doesn't happen to you. If you don't encounter certain things that other people do, you don't~ and.. there's more than what you have than what you don't. Haha.. I'm getting better at trash talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of trash~ Wow~ Some guest actually went through Night Safari's rubbish bins to collect plastic bottles! Amazingly responsive to recycling call-outs. Do what you can to protect the Earth by saving energy~ Believe it or not.. it's all about Karma and Equilibrium at work~ So much disruptiveness will only cause more randomness into our living environment.. No wonder people go mad before the globe does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 3 months had been great I guess, because it could have been worst, meaning no job, no savings and no full use of my time. Although some people say all work and no play at this age is a waste of youth..~ LOL~ Hmm.. to some extent lar.. it is true that you can never find your youth back once its gone.. but at 21.. still OK lar~ haha.. Right~ Make full use of my youth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a joke to share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the name of a deer without the letter 'I' in it's name?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Answer: No Idea =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the name of a deer which is always motionless?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Answer: 'Still' No Idea..~ HOHOHO~ -.-||&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-9158561635592937430?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/9158561635592937430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=9158561635592937430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/9158561635592937430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/9158561635592937430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/07/4-3-2-1-1-2-3-1-1.html' title='4 3 2 1 1 2 3 1 1'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-3128833447911835862</id><published>2007-07-10T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T01:07:11.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends!</title><content type='html'>Just watched the sequel to "Ma Bo De Hua Yu", the "Kawan Ku" on youtube.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means 'My Friend' in malay~ and it's freaking hilarious~ HAHA.. to those who can understand and tolerate of course.. in case you wanna check it out~ here's the link.. (or you already had~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=fOf3zzVRZ7Y"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=fOf3zzVRZ7Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda struck me that people, even though essentially all the same, are just so uniquely different~ friends are really hard to come by! Especially those that lets you mess them up, but are still willing to hang out with ya.. cos' that is what friends are for~ Hock Wei, Martin and I went for lunch at UniSIM today, and they were talking about this girl campus-mate who committed suicide.. even though she had it all going for her.. The saddest part is when no one knows what caused it, not to even say prevent the occurrence. It might not have happened if she had more than only 1 good friend to confide her problems to~ Man..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this story about a mice and a mousetrap? The mice was terrified upon seeing the mousetrap which the farm owner installed and asked the rest of the animals for help but was ignored? And one day the farmer brought in pest specialists and had to chop up the chicken to make broth~ hack the cows for milk and meat to entertain the guests..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I always think the last thing a person should have in their lives is.. regrets~ Lend a helping hand whenever you can, and who knows by passing it forward eventually good things will cycle back to you. Of course, you got to practice till it becomes something that you don't have to remind yourself to do, and being lazy should also be the last reason you make~ Haha.. so~ "Answer the call"~    . . . _ _ _ . . .  SOS! Save the earth from global warming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of help~ I NEED SOS TOO! HAHAHA~ Just kidding~ nothing serious, just that I'm sorta in the &lt;a href="http://u.mediacorptv.com/hey/"&gt;Hey!Gorgeous&lt;/a&gt; thingy on Channel U.. LOL!~ But Kenneth posted a damn gay and blur pic of me together with~ yes you guessed it.. gay description of me~ Thanks ah thanks.. I hope after everything, I get to keep my privacy and low-profile campus life I led for the past year~ Haha.. but after this.. I highly doubt so.. ANYWAY~ that would only happen if you would wish to see me ridicule myself on TV! HAHA~ I was actually seriously contemplating doing a shout-out to my mum.. sister.. father.. aunt.. friends on TV~ like one of those you see on shows? LOL~ and then grow old to show my children.. argh..~ I could see the faces they would make.. all those stripes -.-|| coming down the side of their foreheads.. HAHA~ And for your information, so far~ I think the NTU guys are the best looking ones among the rest~ So vote NTU ya? Yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dok~ Going to sleep and wake up for work! Signing off!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-3128833447911835862?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/3128833447911835862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=3128833447911835862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/3128833447911835862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/3128833447911835862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-friends.html' title='My Friends!'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-2760225356337919121</id><published>2007-06-21T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T00:58:21.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Short...</title><content type='html'>Hello low maintainence blog~ It's been awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been too lazy to blog.. Haha.. All thanks to working at night, makes me feel restless during the day. Or.. maybe I just don't like to work~ ^w^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So~ I'm clocking almost half a month's experience as ground crew of the yes, The World's First (and Last) Night Safari. If you're thinking of getting free tickets from me, I really don't have any~ but if I do have any, I'll give it to the lucky ones~ =D Customer service is all about passion they say, "Going the Extra Mile" as the campaign states, but of course, everyone in this line know that smart and independent customers are so hard to get! LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, there'll be guests asking really cute but dumb questions like, "Excuse me sir, what's the time for the 8pm show?" and "The animals.. they are alive are they not?"~ Indian tourists.. amazing stuff I tell ya.. Locals are just a little bit better at receiving information from the crew but most feel the Night Safari is a scam when they don't get to see the animal show~ Haha.. Kiasu is the way of life~ I've also experienced the true meaning behind it when people just join a queue when they don't even know what it's for.. Cute lar~ Even if I laugh at them it'll be fine as it is good customer service because I'm smiling while I'm laughing at them~ =D&lt;br /&gt;Morale of the story: It is quite important to know what you're doing, because only that can you derive pleasure from~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my (less sexier) 'nightlife service' job, I should be starting my day job soon next week. Do some project work with Mr. Chee again.. Yay~ can buy BubbleTea from the Library le.. Heh heh.. Ooh~ Have this library card with Mr. Kou, think can borrow some books or novels too~ A chance to learn and work again is just my cup of tea~ HOO~ Just hope that I'll be able to exhaust myself to the limits, then I'll feel my holidays went very well~ WAHAHA! Sadistic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left about 6 more weeks to the start of school! Yes, great thing is that my grades went up even for just a lil' bit~ Haha.. Slow start doesn't mean I won't finish strongly~ Got to keep this momentum going seriously! Vroom VROOM! I realise you really have to work hard for the end that you have in mind~ just like you're at the bottom of a mountain and all you wanna do, is to get to the top any way possible. It is as simple and as aspiring~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go shopping..~ *sob sob* I was just wondering why they don't pick me for those wardrobe makeover programs ah? Haha.. CHOOSE ME! I WANT ANYTHING THAT'S SPONSORED TOO! Beside clothings, thinking of getting an electrical keyboard and guitar. Problem is where I'm gonna place them in my room. Sure, it's been much more spacious after the rearrangement but we didn't knock the walls down you know.. I'll probably have to convince my aunt first also~ Hmm.. contemplate first lar~ but actually I'm more interested in purchasing a software which allows you to arrange music and from what I heard it comes with some keyboards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's birthday is next week! Oh no~ I completely forgotten about it until my mom called. Anyway, we don't really celebrate our birthdays.. I mean.. well~ not used to it, so that explains why it wasn't at the back of my mind. Back to the topic, I don't know what to get for him! Haiyo.. buy what leh.. buy what leh..? Ah doi..~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-2760225356337919121?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/2760225356337919121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=2760225356337919121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/2760225356337919121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/2760225356337919121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-short.html' title='In Short...'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-3566300244594944523</id><published>2007-06-07T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T23:44:10.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half the Comp She Used to Be</title><content type='html'>It's considered a miracle that I'm still able to blog right now with Madeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought her to Sim Lim in the afternoon to this PC clinic on the fourth storey and I really gotta thank that guy who managed to fixed that 'blue screen' error she had due to some.. reallocated attributes or something like that.. which is something like cancer to computers~ to my own understanding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he told me, the hard disk is clogged up with all that shit inside and will only keep accumulating until my hard disk simply stop running one day. *SOB* But thankfully, there's still time for me to transfer whatever I want to keep in that hard disk over to the portable one that I bought not so long ago, because data recovery with them would cost 300 bucks which is still better than professionals who charge about a 1000 bucks~ *SOB SOB*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until that happens, and when the need comes for me to change a new hard disk~ I'll still be having fun with her! Haha.. sounds a bit funny when I personify my laptop huh..? I'm just upset that you have to part with certain things in your life, even if it's not a living thing.. just something that has sentimental values to you~ I still remember my old pair of BATA sandals which i wore for some good 3 years i think~ Haha.. the only product I had from them that wasn't just buy and throw away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. Just keep on buying my time~ =|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-3566300244594944523?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/3566300244594944523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=3566300244594944523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/3566300244594944523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/3566300244594944523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/06/half-comp-she-used-to-be.html' title='Half the Comp She Used to Be'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-4088549632183877100</id><published>2007-05-26T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T23:16:00.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Jobless!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Tw Cen MT;" class="ws20" &gt;Apart from the special term, I'm wasting my time at home~ which is of course, the lowest affordable lifestyle.. haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much time at hand, it's been so nice that I could rekindle some unfinished songs, try to figure something on out on that silly online piano keyboard, contemplate on how I should start cleaning up my stuff (procrastinate I tell you), exercise~ (jogging has really clear up my mind seriously..) and SKETCH! Yes, sketch, or draw Tee-shirt designs and I hope and intend to sell them. =D The rest of the time, apart from living in the world of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", I feel really really sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Tw Cen MT;" class="ws20" &gt;BECAUSE I'M BROKE AT THE WRONG TIME OF THE YEAR AGAIN! If you don't know yet, it's the Great Singapore Sale already! *bites myself*.. hmm.. oh well~ I'm probably broke most time of the year.. haha~ but still~ you get my point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the windows,&lt;br /&gt;as you glaze on the things that are being sold,&lt;br /&gt;one by one the prices drop low,&lt;br /&gt;and people who buy them are from young and old,&lt;br /&gt;if only you were happy too from all those good bargains when time turned slow,&lt;br /&gt;now you know you should have saved up like you were told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai..~ A cliched poem for individuals who can't spend their money at will. (ME)&lt;br /&gt;LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Name: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/RlhNBXv7DuI/AAAAAAAAACM/dsyfVoFoW-w/s1600-h/Picture0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/RlhNBXv7DuI/AAAAAAAAACM/dsyfVoFoW-w/s400/Picture0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068886066555719394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hematite bracelet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Special Ability: Enables the owner "Stress Relieving" Technique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't know about the stress relieving part, but it could be true~ Besides, it really has a nice exterior~  I wear it to the bathroom, while I sleep, exercise, do my morning business! It'll stick through thick and thin with me~ WAHAHA~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;OH~ I LOVE IT SO MUCH~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-4088549632183877100?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/4088549632183877100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=4088549632183877100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/4088549632183877100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/4088549632183877100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-jobless.html' title='I&apos;m Jobless!!!'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/RlhNBXv7DuI/AAAAAAAAACM/dsyfVoFoW-w/s72-c/Picture0026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-8945803947267860850</id><published>2007-05-13T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T01:10:15.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days seemed like 8</title><content type='html'>I guess it's true that the pace in Singapore is fast, much much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Wednesday's lesson, it was like 3 days in 1 when I went back to JB on Friday (cos' I had to pack my things.. which wasn't much but still~). There wasn't any human traffic-jam on the day I went back which was kinda surprising, but all the better. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better than mum's cooking as we had dinner on Friday night, and I learnt that you can buy cheap, but good quality salmon fish for 3 bucks and get quite a lot of them.. but the meat is from the tail and the parts that aren't cut out to make sushi or something like that.. they are medium-sized pieces and they taste all the same to me~ I'm a glutton what..~ so I forced them down my stomach with 2 bowls of rice =x Later she told me we'll be making shark fin's soup on Sunday, which was today~ (my stomach's full of it right now..) Fill you in on that later~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Saturday, I felt like I slept for eternity only to wake up around 11am (I slept around 1 or 2). Had 2 eggs, 2 pieces of bread, Milo~! and a slice of Swiss cake. If only I stayed with my mum more often.. =/ Anyway~, my sister was going for a friend's birthday party! Argh..~ I still remember.. wait~ I never went to a birthday party before, but my mum held a few times for me before I could start remembering things properly.. OK~ I can still remember fragments of the 5th birthday one~ where I think I kissed my grandfather on the cheek.. oh wait~ was that his birthday or mine? DOH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't got a present for her friend yet, so we intend to shop around Tebrau City for it. Her friend, who lived at the opposite block came along on our car with her brother and off we went in search for that motorbike toy. Her friend was looking at me, and I swear she was because I know you'll be like.. "This William think he what..?"~ and she was whispering something to my sister which she told me today:" Kor~ Lu De say you sissy~" =O SHOCKED, stranded on my seat with my chopsticks and the beef ball that's stuck in between, she rattled on:"..she say the moment she saw you, she think you bery HANDSOME, but hor~ she say as she observed, you bery gentle and sort of sophisticated~ which means sissy lar~ not rough lor.." So what's that supposed to mean? You want me to get rough on a 12 year old? I'm not into pedophilia~ I just told her:" I have a nice attitude and persona~ that's all..", with a bright smile on my face =D. LOL~ I'm so telling you, children likes me lar~ especially young girls.. HAI~ Help? HOHOHO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy my mum's babysitting, ah doi~ HAVOC I tell you~.. He's like a small little bull, whom will come gushing at you every 15 seconds and never tires out? You really gotta have a way with him, cos' he'll hate you for 1 minute and then love you again once the minute's up~ Ridiculously stubborn but adorably irresistable.. Love him or hate him, he's both a dumb and bright kid~ and he's only 3 but he says the wittiest of stuff and you'll just want to hug him tight except that he had all those thorns over his body. Oh well~ that's the innocence of a child for ya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner yesterday at this Taiwanese shop or restaurant, it's cosy and there's really a lot of people inside waiting to be fed. In JB, there isn't much to do except to eat.. and eat.. and eat~ else shop if you have the money, and we're not talking only about clothes. Received a short message in the midst of munching~ ahh..~ I'm so in - - - - ..~ and then I was smiling at my food, smiling at the wall beside me, smiling at my parents and the waitresses whom swept back and forth the restaurant.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on the level of elevation, I assisted my mum in removing the crab meat from its' bodies this afternoon which is to be mixed with the shark fins'~ You gotta eat it with them~ Being so tempted to eat while I pry the meat out of the shell, my mum had to keep reminding me so I didn't~ Haha.. afraid I would turn to the 'darkness'~ Right.. not funny~ It was pretty easy to prepare, the shark fin's have to be soaked at least 10 hours, and you have to prepare chicken's soup as the.. soup~ But the softer the fin's become.. the nicer they'll taste in your mouth, as my dad and sister were complaining about while I tried devouring everything there was in my bowl. Maybe I was just trying to appreciate my mum's effort in cooking since it was Mother's day (and it's when you have to work doubly hard as like Labour's Day.. HAHAHA~), but eating home-prepared shark fin's isn't an everyday thing to do~ I never had them at home when I was my sister's age..~ =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of which, she's 12 now, and from what I heard it's time to prepare for admission into a secondary school. Though we never talked about it, but I think she knows I want her to do well, so she always seem so uptight about it when I ask her about school. Hmm.. well she better~ HAHA~ It's only natural that I hope she does well, but I realise you know, it's up to her.. and you can only support her and try to guide her out of any uncertainties. So I always try to get into her world, and she gave me this detective book which is kinda like the 'in' thing for youngster's in JB. Well, guess it should be more interesting than trying to understand the last 20 years of Confucius~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why but suddenly my mood went from like low low meet the bottom lo to high high I'm a happy sheep~ Which of cos' is a good thing because being nonchalant is really what I'm all about.. suits me to a T ah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch Spidey 3 with Kiat tmrw, damn poor things, we have to be so gay and watch together~ Hope I'll have another thing to celebrate about tmrw if I can get to work at the Night Safari~! Right~ Goodnight to myself and I'm having this vision right now~ "Things can only get better~ you just gotta look up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-8945803947267860850?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/8945803947267860850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=8945803947267860850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/8945803947267860850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/8945803947267860850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/05/4-days-seemed-like-8.html' title='4 days seemed like 8'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-6157204123370851542</id><published>2007-05-07T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:46:07.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even if the rainbow owns 7 colours, I only want that only colour in my life</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling the Monday blues~ but today was exceptionally warm and humid.. Damn~ the global warming thing is serious isn't it!? The last I heard from the news and papers.. the global temperature could very well go up by 2 degree Celsius in 5 years! Soon, polar bears would lose their hair to adapt~ =| Remember and apply the 3 'R'-s! In case you're struggling, they are Reuse, Reduce and Recycle~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week into the holidays and I'm already swatting the flies, staring the hell out of my ceiling and trying my best not to be a TV junkie. At least today I had to go to school and attend lectures, and so would my Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Argh~ Thinking about giving tuition, but I'm worried about beating up my students if they don't understand what I'm talking about.. cos' haha~ apparently, I'm pretty bad at explaining stuffs..~ *shoulders up~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I spent most of last week on one thing, which is playing the keyboard! Did I buy one? Well, I wish I'm having the money to buy a reasonable one, but my uncle had to borrow 200 bucks from me again~ argh.. please~ I hope they come back to me!!! Anyway, due to economical constrains, I had to look to the power of the web for a solution~ and Viola~ I found an online keyboard! Haha.. and so~ I began experimenting with it.. and I spent 3 days to compose a short composition and ah~ wrote some lyrics in it~ It's kinda for someone =D I'm awfully proud of myself, though it's a little bit thick-skinned, but I didn't know I could actually write something down, as in the melody~ I would love to share it but I'm not quite sure how to go around posting it up here.. hmmp~ but then again.. you might not want to hear it anyway~ HAHA~ It's really amateurish.. but not too bad.. the final edited version where I mixed Piano with, Bass, Pipes and Strings was like something out of a tribal celebration~ Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many albums I feel like buying.. Kenneth bought John Mayer's Continuum, love the guitar~ and there's Mika and Arctic Monkeys with tunes that effectively lifts you up right away! Then there's Eason Chan, and a CD compilation of Favourite Love Songs (those you sing in the Karaoke often).. Aiyo~ Supporting IP really not cheap, but no choice have to stay HIP~ And I wonder when Corrinne May's new album would be out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't caught 'Labah-Labah' Man 3 yet, I'll probably make my sis watch with me.. Should go back this week if I still can't find a part time to do.. might as well learn some cooking from my mum then waste the days away~ (actually I eat a lot with them.. =D) I miss torturing my sis.. a few more years and she'll be a full-fledged teenager whom will then torture me back~ LOL~ just hate for her to grow up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please check out Buddy Jiayi's Blog and vote for her in the Youth.sg blog contest! B10! Click on the link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.vote.youth.sg"&gt;www.vote.youth.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-6157204123370851542?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/6157204123370851542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=6157204123370851542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/6157204123370851542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/6157204123370851542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/05/even-if-rainbow-owns-7-colours-i-only.html' title='Even if the rainbow owns 7 colours, I only want that only colour in my life'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-3496300179320171164</id><published>2007-05-01T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T01:09:30.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can See Clearly Now The Rain Is Gone</title><content type='html'>The first thing I said when the invigilator announced that we could leave our seats:"HAPPY NEW YEAR!", which on the hindsight was kinda childish and uncalled for, but nothing could hide my excitement that it's finally over~ SHUANG AH~ HaHaHa.. Hai..ya~ and what could be more demoralizing than to see your lecturer shake his head as he walked pass you as he gazes at the answers inside your answer booklet? =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lappy is feeling sick, a green slash line down the right side of my screen, and just today everything seemed so slow and gluey~ Oh well.. this proves that everything ages except for a century egg. I wanna apologise to Kenneth for not being able to reply, but man~ you're a pissed man just now, I don't know who made you that pissed but I'm sure it ain't me and going to 'chiong' wouldn't be that good of an idea. You're a nice guy~ Too nice~ So I guess that's probably why you're getting picked on~ don't worry, they aren't worth your worries. True friends wouldn't mind even if you kick them when they are down, cause they don't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, going to get a printer because my aunt wants one tomorrow probably from Courts. I wonder what prompted her to buy one, but ain't life just great with all its surprises installed for you? I'm probably gonna get myself a new guitar as well~ or rather, I would be once I've found the one to buy~ As well as something that would be nice to give her, cos' it is for a rather important occasion. Oh~ I've been thinking of getting a nice fitting long sleeve tee shirt, think it kinda looks cool when you roll up the sleeves up to your elbows. Just hope I'm gonna get employed part-time in the meantime so that these stuffs pay up for themselves~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have a special term going on from the start of May 7th. Economics of Manufacturing. Lasts 5 weeks and I'll be rid of another elective which could have additionally burdened the already massive amount of workload confusion. *sigh* Is it just me, or do I feel I succumbing to pressure from the pursue of a degree? Still, telling myself to work on it.. there's always room for improvement I believe~ Not to lose interest and redefining your goals ain't no easy feat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Haven't heard her voice in months and how I missed it~ Nothings changed so far~ and I'm sure hoping things stay the way they are! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-3496300179320171164?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/3496300179320171164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=3496300179320171164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/3496300179320171164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/3496300179320171164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-can-see-clearly-now-rain-is-gone.html' title='I Can See Clearly Now The Rain Is Gone'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-285517844624816003</id><published>2007-04-13T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:24:16.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus Pocus</title><content type='html'>Ahoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blew it on Physio quiz, thanks to a very tricky Englishman who torments with our delicate minds. Oh well, better focus on what's upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warming up with Chinese Traditions on Tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;why Maths B is on Wednesday..? =|&lt;br /&gt;potential killer Bioeng Physics ending my week on Friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of time in between even for a little panting. =B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good way to make your students panic is to test them on Organic Chem &amp;amp; Spectroscopy next Monday..&lt;br /&gt;then give them a little sweet-nothings with an Material Science paper on Thursday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then finish everyone with a final dose of Anatomy and Physiology on the last day of the month while they are having Monday blues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes!~ EXAM'S ARE OVER! I predict a major celebration by catching up with N.A.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! There are quite a few movies in May that I'm looking forward to! SHREK and SPIDERMAN! Both in their third sequels.. or second? Second sequels.. ya.. haha~ Gosh I think like an old man. Well, I'm pretty excited about them~ can't wait to catch them, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm prone to the tendency of excessive yearning, which is quite hard to shake out of sometimes.. I can't sit down and do nothing for a while cos' my mind would drift to the most convenient spot where it is used to. I can't believe how warming it is to receive messages here and there, of encouragements or regards. Though sometimes it feels rather virtual, but it just feels so real when I'm writing a letter. Without the element of distrust, I sure hope based on the purest desire of togetherness that this relationship will endure the winds of time. Argh~ ahh..ah..ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the hot video of the 4 models whom took off their *beep-beep* while on a national radio programme? OoOoOoo..~ Two words which describe the whole incident, amazing stuff. Lucky bastards. Ok, so that's actually four words. Hmm.. think it should be discouraged, and that's partly why things here are quite boring~ HA HA! No one dares to be different, only the bravest of all people. FYI, I'm distinctly different, not that I've ever tried to be.. hur hur~ and I try to be normal sometimes but who defines normal anyway~? Alright, back on the video, the whole thing is so intense I tell you.. ha ha~ I can feel it.. oh well~ it's part of a man's magazine activity~ so I guess it was rather refreshing? LOL.. but I don't think I'll let my sister do that. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, don't think I wanna go on because I really should get back with my revision! Hope my expectations doesn't exceed me~ gonna FOCUS now! Ta ta~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-285517844624816003?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/285517844624816003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=285517844624816003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/285517844624816003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/285517844624816003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/04/focus-pocus.html' title='Focus Pocus'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-6616334198304250966</id><published>2007-04-07T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T19:27:59.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain emails</title><content type='html'>It's disgusting and simply juvenile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, whoever creates chain e-mails, particularly those that ends with bad luck if you don't forward it, should really be arrested. Yes, it is that serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really can't stand it when I get these kinda emails. If you send it to me, what do you mean by that? You wanna do me in too? Bring me into your sinking ship? @#$%.. Tell you what, send it to me~ I'll just delete it. It's just an email for those who believe in these kinda things. Although I'm quite superstitious, but this is the kinda thing that is harming and cursing everyone else. I rather it ends with me, then forward it to others cause I see no point in doing so (because there's no end to stupidity.. stupidity X infinity). Bloody hell with all the sympathetic poems about cherishing your friends or family, it's already etched in my heart! I know I should~ So stop it! If you wanna remind people that we should cherish our moments~ just remind them! It's enough isn't it? For what's the whole motive behind adding at the back:"The more people you send it to, the more luck you'll have! Else, you would have bad luck.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? By cursing it'll get into our brains is it? @#$%... Whoever is writing the chain emails with the curses should be cursed. They just don't deserve to preach about the word cherish.. because even if I send it to you.. I'm cursing you with some 'bad luck'. Bloody pranksters..~ Immoral behaviours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'm pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-6616334198304250966?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/6616334198304250966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=6616334198304250966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/6616334198304250966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/6616334198304250966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/04/chain-emails.html' title='Chain emails'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-321819054518704094</id><published>2007-03-26T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:22:54.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh Tarik</title><content type='html'>Teh-Tarik~ It's my favourite hot beverage whenever if I'm having pratas in Singapore after some late night activities outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me anywhere, eating pratas, I guarantee a cup of Teh-Tarik seats nicely beside the curry (not that I dip my pratas in my curry and then into my Teh-Tarik). I've even got my aunt to buy some the instant packet ones, just so I could drink them at home (without bringing an Ah-neh back home.. Hur hur~.. Wo Wo Wo~).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't drink coffee, because I don't like the smell of it. Anyway, I drank Teh-Tarik last night, at an awful timing.. midnight~ Even with prior knowledge that teas contain caffeine, I poured in two packets in my white mug with teddy bears. Viola~ kept me awake till 4am+++. Thought I could turn in after completing my Chem Tutorial after 2, but alas, how would I know I had very little tolerance for caffeine~ 'Mei Ban Fa Lar~', wasted the 2 hours tossing and turning on my bed. That's the thing about not able to get to sleep, you shouldn't look at the clock.. it's makes trying to sleep even harder when you can't~ =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool~ I was late for ~30 mins for today's experiment. PG Lim saw me as I entered the wrong lab room (want to say I'm blur right? there's more..), asked me why I was late and I shook my shoulders and bit my lips. Then he told me he'll settle it (issue on unpunctuality) with the TA that is taking the lab I'm supposed to have. So "I helped him to find his file", and made my way to the intended lab for my experiment. Ahh..~ What a helpful guy.. wonder what he wants from me.. *covers my body*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay~ Gay Gay~ Gay Gay~ Super high lar today. Kept disturbing everyone around me with my 'Yuan Zu Ming' accent and dance. Teh-tarik.. don't drink 2 much of it~ but~ it keeps you happy! Haha.. like how I helped to wake Wei Li up, with a brief demo of my dance. (Oh man.. my cousin's cousin just came into the room.. Pui! I need deodorants~ Help~ Legs from Hong Kong.. ARGH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right~ I feel I should probably post some photos that were taken on my birthday, though I've only received those from HQ and LE. In any case, these were my favourites out of the few..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. [Wishes made, just need fate.]&lt;br /&gt;2. [I~ can always get a stand-in GF =D ]&lt;br /&gt;3. [The Happy Aunt, whom blamed me for causing her lost of voice~ *cough*]&lt;br /&gt;4. [The Girls! Not badly taken~ =) ]&lt;br /&gt;5. [The Guys! Hey~ I was looking at the right camera! Well.. truth is.. I just face hopelessly in one direction =D ]&lt;br /&gt;6. [Blow this cake! Urm, I mean.. candles.. 1 cake for JL, 1 for everyone, and 1 that I'll share it not =) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it for now~ Think I'll update this post when I get more photos from my cousin.. and the other~ whoever they might be. Orite~ So I'll just end here by thanking those who wished me or JiaLong and I Happy Birthday that day again! 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I'm 21 years old, and a day aka 183984 hours old today~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiaLong and I had an enjoyable day yesterday! But, I was the hardworking one since my house was hosting, woke up pretty early to do some cleaning up~ Mopping the floor is quite physically demanding man~ Haha..~ I think the best part was putting up the "Happy Birthday" banner and the balloons~ it doesn't feel like a birthday party unless you have balloons and banner =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, to the people who gave me the nice Ferrero Rochers in that cute pink wrapper, whoever the mastermind was, YOU THINK YOU VERY SMART AH! PUT THE ANG POWS UNDER THE CHOCOLATE! YOU THINK I KNEW AH! I WOULDN'T HAVE DISCOVERED IT IF JIALONG NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT IT! THANKS A LOT LOR!&lt;br /&gt;I guess my point is, you should know I'm blur! Thanks to you all, now I know what's the true meaning of "cold hard cash" right now.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a few latex made materials, I should have use for it.. but maybe much much later in life~ Haha~ and a doll, which is something similar to the one that was in 'My Sassy Princess'. How nice, just when I felt my bolster was slimming down too much from too much 'skin wraps'. Yes! I've got a book to read, thanks to Hairy~ Haha..~ I would have never bought one myself other than borrowing from the library~ It's about opposite thinking, should be interesting=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not young anymore. My family and friends are my pillars in life, in the past and present, and most certainly would continue to be in the future. I'll continue to cherish what I have, and even better, make something out of this life which would create positive benefits for myself as well as the people around me (but still, I think I would also create negative ones unkowingly).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-2822689333061470340?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/2822689333061470340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=2822689333061470340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/2822689333061470340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/2822689333061470340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/03/21-x-365-1.html' title='21 X 365 + 1'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-3023375500737604269</id><published>2007-03-01T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:45:13.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sound that distinguishes...</title><content type='html'>I remember quite.. OK~ maybe I should be it as not so long ago, I saw this commercial ad on TV one day. As some of you might have seen it, it's one of those ads on ringtones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't really know why I wanna kick up a big fuss about this, but it's about this 17000Hz ringtone.. which startled me and my whole mind froze for about a few seconds. The worst part of it, is when the narrator says:"You can hear it, but ADULTS won't!".. Argh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm aware.. my body and my senses are deteriorating! OK, maybe 'aging' sounds much better here~ HAHA! Oh dear.. my my my..~ Yes, you can never chase back your youth! How I must agree with that sentence from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. which reminds me of people saying those old uncles or aunties whom like to dress young and fashionable, as old haggards trying to hold on to the tails of their youth (direct translate from mandarin ah~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya.. So that just means, I'm an adult now~ before I turned 21! How cruel reality is.. *faints* Oh my goodness~ I'm aging prematurely~ oh.. but then again, there isn't really a standard rule to dignify that.. HehEhe~ *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. does anyone know the actual percentage of mentally unstable people in this world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-3023375500737604269?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/3023375500737604269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=3023375500737604269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/3023375500737604269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/3023375500737604269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/03/sound-that-distinguishes.html' title='The sound that distinguishes...'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-6278350458014585237</id><published>2007-02-26T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:55:30.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Steamboat</title><content type='html'>Oh my.. couldn't fall asleep last night because of that 3 hours plus of steamboat, but kinda made use of that time thinking about some some..~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original idea (I like this phrase.. John Nash.. from A Beautiful Mind..) was that my aunt asked me whether I wanted to have steamboat on Sunday, which was yesterday just within ourselves. I asked Kenny to come along since we haven't really catched up in a while, and I also gave him some serious updates~ Haha.. and so did he.. "Girls don't have to be good-looking~ they just have to look good!" =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeck wanted to have steamboat with the guys, because his birthday is coming next week~ so he wanted to celebrate it earlier at my house, and what a good timing he chose since steamboat was already on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, its a nice feeling when you have a gathering, especially when its in your house.. oh no~ I think I wanna take that back~ because usually hosts have to do all the cleaning.. but fortunately, I have a very nice aunt.. although her legs 'stepped on lemons'. LOL.. never mind if you didn't get it. Oh, we braved the afternoon shower to get home after getting the groceries. =D It's kinda nice to get drenched in the rain.. ahh~ reminds me of that time we played football in the rain.. its so.. Captain Tsubasa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only thought Jeck invited a few of us, and it surprised me when the whole football team turned up! One by one they kept appearing.. like 'King of the Ring' or 'Royal Rumble'.. argh~ I no longer catch WWE=) Damn brudder lar everyone~ except for Zhu.. who's in Msia attending Ho Zhi's BBQ (whom has a very nice house and lives close to where I stay). Well, I didn't really have time to prepare any present for Jeck, so I hoped the steamboat dinner plus 2 red eggs was satisfyingly enough for his BIG 21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone hung around for awhile outside my house. I guess.. we're no longer like we are anymore.. In fact, I think everyone of us has changed. Some matured a bit, some become more obesity troubled, others.. they moved on in a way or two. *sigh* Life's a funny thing.. You either wanna go back when you're in the present, or look forward to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many more steamboat dinners can be held in my house, when would it be when we can have it in 'my' own house? Who's gonna earn the most bucks in the future? (Definitely KK..) Who's going be daddy next year? (I'm helping them say their prayers..) Unpredictable as it is, the future is always intriguing and things can only get better, but fear not even if you suffer from setbacks(I'm healing from one anyway..)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, count your blessings! I must be repeating this somehow.. Rejoice.. (not the shampoo.. I use Dove~ HOHO~ ok sorry, that's just lame.. ) and learn how to cherish. =) I wanna cherish the things I have now..~ you should too.. if you also have things.. you wanna cherish~ or find some to~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy staying home nowadays.. think the only way I would go out is that I need to be carried out of my house in a sedan~ =X Just kidding.. when I feel like it~ ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-6278350458014585237?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/6278350458014585237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=6278350458014585237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/6278350458014585237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/6278350458014585237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/02/rainy-steamboat.html' title='Rainy Steamboat'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-5442288617088226075</id><published>2007-02-23T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T16:05:12.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All that I have to do...</title><content type='html'>Good good good Friday! =D Today's the last day of week.. 7 I think.. and the coming week is the recess week. Yeah~ The past 3 days of school, I only attended 2 or 3 lessons.. it's such a drag for me to go to school after the CNY, because I'm still very much in the festive mood~ =D all play and no work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, let's back trace what I've done this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, CNY in JB was especially quiet this 'golden pig' year. Except for the usual fireworks and firecrackers that always brighten things up, I noticed everyone had a.. 'about to die' look on their faces. Even when they are greeting each other:"Hey~ Happy New Year~ Gong Xi Fa Cai~", they do it with a sulking face as if the person they are greeting owes them money. To me, I always greet people who come to my house (which is quite rare nowadays.. you don't get a lot of visitors when you're poor) the usual 'Happy New Year' phrase. But I don't think its hard to know that this phrase is getting more and more sarcastic because everyone would not be having an absolute happy year.. but hey~ it's a wishful.. greeting~ =) Plus, it must be the fact that since we don't even see some relatives like once in a year, how happy can you get when you see them and they greet you happy new year? I don't even know this guy~ get the hell out of my house, and don't let that fat sweaty cousin on my couch.. something that might have happened to some of us ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, over the years, the only things I seem to enjoy about CNY, is that I have 2 to 3 days of holidays, that I get a fat amount of 'ang pows' and I only drink can drinks from the fridge. But please do not think William is just that materialistic.. Every 2nd day of the CNY, my dad and I would go down to Pontian, to visit the elders.. wah~ sound pugilistic ya? Haha.. So far, I'm starting to gain a better picture of my family tree over these few years of visits every CNY. Shall I show off a bit of my knowledge on that? I hear a yes, so here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long before your time and mine, there was my paternal great grandfather, whom I've yet to find out whether he came from China or what. He had 3 sons, the eldest was my grandfather, the second just got his tumour removed from his throat, and the third has 2 capable sons.. (as you can see, I still have a lot of blanks to fill up~ MUAHAHA) OK, the only daughter that I know he has is my 4th great aunt, who has 3 sons and daughters.. (to be updated..) I used to play with some of the children of her first son's, but isn't close with them now because I remember they always mess up my LEGO sets and never tidy up after play. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather and my grandmother had 7 children, the eldest is my father with 3 more brothers and 3 sisters. The first 2 sons bore children, my dad only produced me so I'm the eldest grandson of the Tan family (in the past, they say it's the equivalent of the youngest son of my grandparents), and my uncle got a daughter and son respectively. Similarly, first of the 2 daughters also bore children, my da-gu bore 2 sons, and my second aunt bore 2 daughters (the first bore a daughter, I'm an uncle man!) and a son. Oh my, this could take forever.. so I better stop~ just to let you all know more about my side of the family.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, CNY is fun.. when you're with a big group of people, be it with family or friends. Children plays a key important role in brightening up any kind of situations. Without them, sometimes its a bit awkward. Some people are scared of relatives.. can't understand why you won't feel that way because there are just too much people that your not familiar with, and somehow connected through the bloodlines.. I'm not talking about the blood donation hotlines, but kinships here~ CNY's losing it man.. I think sooner or later, no one wants to celebrate it anymore.. there would be no more 'bak kwas', Lavender goodies and my favourite pork floss rolls.. NOOOOOO!!! That's worst than Armageddon..  It's like any other festive season, we need to remember the true meanings of every occasion and why we celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was V-day? Hope it was OK for you, mine was fine thank you~ =) (can't elaborate more..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today with a severe chest pain.. like something tore up inside my ribcage. I better start exercising sia! Don't want all those cholesterols choking up my arteries man.. It is a known fact now that slim people can have higher cholesterol levels than those whom are obese, which spells a higher risk of getting heart attacks! So~ watch what you eat.. everything that goes into your mouth mustn't be taken excessively.. gee.. I ate too much pork floss rolls lar~ no wonder.. feel like pork this morning~ Haiya..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My mom, whom disappeared during CNY, just rang me up for dinner tomorrow~ -.-" she's got an awful lot of explanation to do.. but sometimes I wonder why do I even bother to ask..? Suan le bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"  I'll work hard, stay happy and cheers for you! (o^-^o)  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-5442288617088226075?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/5442288617088226075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=5442288617088226075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/5442288617088226075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/5442288617088226075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-that-i-have-to-do.html' title='All that I have to do...'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-6011745530808065817</id><published>2007-02-11T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:29:45.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black is the new Red</title><content type='html'>Check out Hairul's deviantart account! He really has a lot of nice original shots! If you look careful enough, might even catch me in one of his shots.. that's if he hasn't taken it off his gallery.. =D Click on his link on the sidekicks corner peeps~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about the CNY! It's a bit late for me to get excited this year because I was still figuring out the reason why I should actually go back to spend CNY with my father in our bachelor pad. SO~ the reason why I should go back is because I must.. for he's my father and I should be with him during CNY, although I hope he got someone to clean the house this year.. which is harder than striking lottery.. =X Ah yes! Must invest 10 dollars in the 10 million bucks TOTO prize money this year, hoping to get lucky because my nose had been itching for the past few weeks.. heh heh heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether its the pace of the university fast, or its because the earth is spinning relatively faster than before.. its already halfway through the semester! =X Materials Science and Maths are going to be tested this coming Tues and Thurs. Oh by the way, I managed to score 33 out of 40 for Physics. Stupid significant figures.. you'll never ever remember them properly~ LOL! It's hard not to think about outside when you're in school but it's the other way round when you're outside.. *burp* Ahh~ I just burped on my coke =D I happened to do something amazing the other day, after lunch, I produced a hip-cup sound, and a burp followed almost immediately. The only thing that would have completed the ultimate combo was a zesty and loud fart. I know.. disgusting..~ Jia Hui and I are trying to communicate in a Viet-Thai-Cantonese-Hokkienish mixed language which I find very amusing because the only thing she can say is "King King Kiang Kiang Qing Qing Chang Chang.." and I'll go "Ai Mai Thai Si Pak Pong Ah.." I think it's a good thing that we don't mix often with the other classmates. It's better for just 2 to be admitted into IMH rather than the whole bunch..~ Oh yes~ did I say that they are calling me Edison now? That's right, Mr. Q in that MV of Jolin's.. =D But it's obvious they are trying to make fun of me, so I'll just play along lar.. it isn't everyday you get attention~ HAHA~ kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to my report liao! Remember to check out Hairul's gallery~ he's got an awful load of (restricted) artistic shots.. I'll update again soon when I have something to talk about~ haha.. Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-6011745530808065817?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/6011745530808065817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=6011745530808065817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/6011745530808065817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/6011745530808065817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/02/black-is-new-red.html' title='Black is the new Red'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-9155328969626284958</id><published>2007-02-03T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T02:54:37.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me home! =)</title><content type='html'>Love befalls.. Time awaits.. You just dropped a bomb on me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it was like waiting for the last bus home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I found out about my feelings for you, all along.. I've already been waiting for the right bus to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that love? It comes at when you most unexpected it to.. but when it does, it all dawns on you~ and board the bus you will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 10 months of absence can really cause some troubles.. but I can't predict the future. All I know is how I feel now, before and what it would after.. And I know, it might take a lifetime for you to really know how I really feel.. what matters is.. I don't mind~ =) You can take forever to know me.. but I'll be happy.. cause I'll get to be with you in a way.. and forever is a long long time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I can't be there physically.. but for everything else~ I'll always be there right by your side.. and I'll be missing everything that we've done.. warming your hands.. singing 'liang shan buo and juliet'.. playing photo-hunter.. watching movies.. eating ayam bukur or ikan belachan sambal.. You've added colour and spiced up my life, which I failed to realise firsthand.. haha~ It's been awhile since I've had nice new memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked if I could wait that long or whether I would change my mind.. Why would I wanna have other wishes, when all I want is the only angel of my heart.. so could you please stay in my heart? There's so much to say.. but I hope to just let our hearts speak for us.. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me on your bus, and thanks, for thereafter being a part of my life.. so take me home baby! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-9155328969626284958?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/9155328969626284958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=9155328969626284958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/9155328969626284958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/9155328969626284958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/02/take-me-home.html' title='Take me home! =)'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-5316880474492727309</id><published>2007-01-25T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T20:13:53.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Life's all about Dynamics</title><content type='html'>I cut my hair real short today! It's almost near 'botak' I must say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that having a hairdresser whom you're familiar with, and he/she is familiar with you too, is rather important. Just ask Kenneth, you'll know what I'm talking about. He only visits one hairstylist, coincidentally also named Kenneth, to have his hair cut (which I think he now seldom visits because the army barbers takes care of him now). So, I wanted to look like Rain at first, but in the end I chose Edison Chan. Neither of them came out, I turned out to be Guile from Street Fighter.. as mentioned from one of my campus mate.. @#%&amp;amp;.. SO~ I went to the hair saloon which my aunt frequents.. and had my hair cut shorter.. think I look a bit like Brad Pitt now~ =DDD LOL~ At least, I feel it's a little better looking than what it was during school today with my freakish hair! Hai..~ *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, had another lesson of Chinese Tradition and Culture yesterday. Interesting stuff, though the Chinese is getting trickier. So~ Buddhism was actually a set of thinking! It isn't really a religious thing, but it became one over the times due to people who chose to believe in it. Explored Confuscious and his "Lu Jia Shi Xiang" the previous lesson, and my conclusion was I still know nothing about it. Next, we'll go into Taoism. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browsed Friendster yesternight cos' the moon was blue and checked out our N^D club. Out of 15 or so members, only 2 or 3 is attached, so that means the rest would have to hug their boosters and spend their quiet lonely V'day nights. Don't know whether to feel sad for ourselves or not.. Haha~ But of course, many of them are very active in their love life, or at least trying to. I'm just being a bit busybody here~ HURHUR~~~ They just like to look for girlfriends.. and sometimes I feel they forgot what a girlfriend is really for~ Some are just really 'suey' with their love lives.. Haha~ Like the girls just treat them like super-subs, or telling them how much better their current guys are. Why the enmity after a relationship doesn't work out? That's the sad part of a r/s I guess, you have to act treating each other like strangers no matter how close you were before. "Love. It's a disease! Poison to our hearts!!!" Being an ambiguity, I don't think there's a proper way to handle love and these kind of things. Better pray hard and start believing in miracles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna learn knitting! Yes, I'm going to Jurong Point tmrw to check it out. Sorta hope to complete a scarf before CNY, but I don't even know how to yet! [".] What is it for..? Well, I'm not telling yet but I guess you know what its for anyway~ =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My mind's full of thoughts that's suffocating my mentality. *-.-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-5316880474492727309?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/5316880474492727309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=5316880474492727309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/5316880474492727309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/5316880474492727309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/01/sometimes-lifes-all-about-dynamics.html' title='Sometimes Life&apos;s all about Dynamics'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-8283389435823933655</id><published>2007-01-21T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T05:22:48.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting the days I have with you=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Holla&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I~ had a rainy Saturday.. seriously, something should be done about the drainage system near Orchard cause nowadays there are a lot more minor floods than the past. Thankfully, I was convinced by myself that my brolly was needed, but it only managed to kept most of my upper body dry~ =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last, I finally bought a portable hard disk! WHEE~ =D Now I won't drown in shamefulness when people discover about my thumb drive capacity (which is 32MB.. free stuff back 'then'..). CAN TELL THEM I HAVE 80&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GIGABUTTS&lt;/span&gt; NOW! &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.. but I'm not much of a tech-geek unfortunately.. passed by one of the benches while walking to the LT the other day and saw this group of girls completely awed by the gadgets and tech-knowledge that this one chubby chap possessed. Lucky old chubby cheap chap flab of meat. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hurgh&lt;/span&gt;~ quite a tongue twister I say~ By the way, that 'beauty and geek' show actually not bad. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, a couple of things are coming to a closure for me. For instance, THE DAMN CHAPTER that I wrote for Dr. Raj. Yeah, meeting him in the morning..~ What else.. Turning 21 soon, a big year I think for most.. but any year is the same I guess. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YI&lt;/span&gt;! I'm glad to be in my twenties now~ &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;~ Know what I'm going to buy for &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; and decided on how I'm going to pay for them.. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hur&lt;/span&gt;~ Important part is the paying portion. My dad says I like to spend money first before finding ways to get them back. It's probably a habitual thing that's passed through DNA transcription from me Mama, though there's no answer to who's the worse.. =x At least, I'm convinced I can be quite a spendthrift.. SO! Should try to control myself, but should blame the society for being so materialistic!!! &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kiasu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kiasee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kia&lt;/span&gt;-this &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;kia&lt;/span&gt;-that~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Teo&lt;/span&gt; and I were discussing about staying in Singapore. He believes he's a stayer (a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;m'sian&lt;/span&gt; PR by the way) and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;think's&lt;/span&gt; the place here is the best in the region, and its where the future lies for him. For me, yeah.. Singapore is a nice place to stay in.. but to me~ I don't know~ I just feel it isn't 'beautiful'~ If given a choice, I'll very much like to stay in Malaysia and work in Singapore. Shocked by my comment, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Teo&lt;/span&gt; almost lost control of the wheel and 2 &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;M'sians&lt;/span&gt; would have perished along &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;LCK&lt;/span&gt; road with a stomach full of pratas. He's smitten by cute &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; girls in Singapore &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;..~ &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Hai&lt;/span&gt;~ The kind who tie their hair up and walk around with tiny modified skirts. Sometimes.. I think you can visualise Singapore girls as stick figures~ cos' they all look the same!!! What!? Bombard &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;~ NEH &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;NIA&lt;/span&gt; NI NEH NEH~ &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;.. I'm just jealous that I can't keep a Singaporean girl's heart~ &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;.. The conclusion is, we're going to remain bachelors till our next prime age, our 30s swing by.. Bloody sad f**ks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I've decided on my &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt;' names.. all going to take my middle name which is &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt; er, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;shan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;wu&lt;/span&gt;.. the last word actually represents 1,2,3,4,5 in &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Mandarin&lt;/span&gt; but uses a different word from the numbers &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;~ I know! How convenient right? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-8283389435823933655?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/8283389435823933655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=8283389435823933655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/8283389435823933655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/8283389435823933655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/01/counting-days-i-have-with-you.html' title='Counting the days I have with you=)'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-8449476589052452604</id><published>2007-01-13T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:47:57.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless Your Future With A Look At The Past</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you just can't help but think about what the future would be like. It seems far, but you know it's nearing.. lost or disorientated makes the feeling even worst. Only when you walk towards the end, then you would feel more at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, does looking back help motivation? A typical example, you're stranded on a bridge which is vibrating up and down like Ricky Martin's bons bons (I wish I had something like that..). As you look towards the direction you're travelling to, your legs go numb all of a sudden and you feel very disorientated. Mind as blank as a sheet, it isn't too hard to just stay put till the bridge rip apart and then its Bon Voyage for you buddy~ WooHoo~ I remember seeing these kind of scenarios in a lot of movies, cartoons and anime. Almost instantaneously, there would be a flashback~ all the memories of from how it all started to how you got yourself stuck on a shakky bridge. Since you've gone so far, its no longer about "you might as well finish the whole thing", it becomes something you have to do for yourself! Cross the bridge before it owns you.. There was a line from 'Night At The Museum' that I find its really true. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The better you know about your history, the better you can plan for the future.&lt;/span&gt; So I guess, looking back does help~ to some extent cos' some still says it impedes and effort to go forward. Well, if its inspirational~ why not try looking back at those beautiful memories that you have.. unless its ugly then don't bother lar~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, I've got a pretty straightforward future and a pretty 'long way to go' one. But it is my efforts that I got to where I am so shall just keep moving in this direction until I strike a million lottery prize money where that's a different story!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda down now I can drown. Nah.. not about the bridge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to leave!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? She bu de ni.. ke shi bu gan gao shu ni..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-8449476589052452604?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/8449476589052452604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=8449476589052452604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/8449476589052452604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/8449476589052452604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/01/bless-your-future-with-look-at-past.html' title='Bless Your Future With A Look At The Past'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-3812007130340725648</id><published>2007-01-06T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:28:53.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk This Bar!</title><content type='html'>THANK YOU~ groupmate from camp mamak for the milky bar, which you managed to squeeze into my mailbox! Can't bear to eat it now but think I'll probably finish it tomorrow~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a kuku lar.. Instructions was to open up my mailbox.. and when I reached home, the first thing I did was to open my e-mail mailbox. Checked through.. found nothing new~ replied to the number you used to text me and found out from your brother that it was you (Ok, sorry that I spoilt the fun by founding out who it was~ but hey~ your brother gave you away! =D). Still~ it took me a few seconds (probably minutes) to discover that the mailbox you were referring to was actually the postal one. To think I always felt that I'm quite intelligent~ *shakes head* Technology.. Its evil! (think I said that before..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBUUURRRRPPPP~! I'm super duper over terribly stuffed with food! Poor bloated stomach.. I'll flat you out with a few crunches tomorrow morning ya? =) Just came back from Bedok, where I ate a lot with Efin and her sisters and brother. The last Mango Ice Kachang really hit the bottom of my supposedly "as big as the universe" tummy. But MMMMMMMM~ the food there was really good~ if only I could go up to each of the hawker stall and say something like.. "Uncle/Auntie, can I try this and that?" and not paying up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Escape Theme Park with them in the early afternoon. Wow~ first time there.. and ended getting soaked right down to my underpants man~ Sat on 168 on the way home with a wet and wedgie pair of boxers.. luckily I wore a 100% cotton so it was pretty damp and comfy.. WO! Too much info.. Right right, like I was saying~ yes! Escape Theme Park~ 1st time there, good I'm repeating myself, though it wasn't like Disneyland or Genting Outdoor Theme Park (which I didn't make it a few weeks ago) there were some pretty enjoyable stuff inside lar! The Kite Flyer was horribly nauseating because it wasn't scary at all, it just spins you in endless revolutions at slow speed.. The Flippers was a major disappointment~ The Revolution&lt;br /&gt;however was great! Haha.. spins you around in circles and then you'll just topple front and back while sometimes the seat itself would revolve 360 degrees forward or backward~ Amazing stuff.. still feeling the motion that's residing in my mind now~ The Pirate ship was a classic.. Wet n Wild! @#%&amp;amp;.. The Haw Par Villa aftermath.. the ride in a log where you go up and down and splash~ get yourself wet. It was fun lar~ but because I didn't bring anything to change.. ya.. Bumper Boats was fun too! Wet too.. Oh oh~ Rainbow ride.. could actually see Changi Airport control tower up there~ Haha.. The Daytona Go-Kart is a die die must try one, even if you have never drove anything real before (its so much better than the arcade one..). Tried speeding up the spiral tower to the top at full speed, felt a tiny bit like Jay Chow in Initial D.. a little drift.. "Pew Yi.." LOL~ But only got to play it once cos' of the long queue! Aiyo~ think there's somewhere you could play go-karts in Singapore for much longer.. wonder where that place is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clothes and pants smell because of the 'water plus sweat' combination~ ARGH! Better go bathe and clean myself up! =) Did I ever say I used to enjoy sniffing my own fart when I was much smaller? Urm.. a part of me still do.. the other just takes pity on myself after realising.. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Had a lot of fun today though I didn't really spoke much~ I'm a weirdo~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-3812007130340725648?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/3812007130340725648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=3812007130340725648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/3812007130340725648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/3812007130340725648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/01/milk-this-bar.html' title='Milk This Bar!'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-664565425810165747</id><published>2007-01-02T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:59:36.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brink Of Time</title><content type='html'>Hello 2007! Yes, I decided to greet the year with a new skin! Also, I've made up my mind.. to change my skin once a year.. HURHUR~ My blog doesn't need a lot of maintainence.. -o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early and went to the supermarket, couldn't find the shavers I wanted.. so that means I'm going to stay home till I get them else my hideous facial hair would scare people while they are still alive. Got home and then slept on a full stomach filled with 'kway chap', which caused me a stomachache when I woke up so that teaches everyone a lesson on not to sleep right after eating.. -.-" Worked my arse off during the new year weekend, but for money, I will. =D Missed the fireworks man.. but I'm not sure if I could have caught it from Vivo.. was carrying stuff back to the store with Long, when all of a sudden saw people rushing in our direction towards the outside. Dropped all our stuff and hurried to the nearest exit where people gathered and heard numerous 'fake' countdowns.. followed suit but realised the actual one had already passed~ HAI.. Fireworks must have been very nice to watch~~~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Death Note 2 at CWP yester-night, and I liked it very much, almost love but not quite.. ^o^ It was kinda sad that both Light and L had to die, particularly L since he had to sacrifice his own life.. Sacrifices is necessary in order for success to follow. Evil spooks me.. because me conscience reproaches me so please try to do some good deeds whenever you can! Now that means I'll bring some loose change, just in case I meet some donation drives at Boon Lay MRT come start of school, which is on 8th by the way.. Oh, the cinema toilet at CWP really spooked me off because it was all dark inside.. had to make use of the little light I had to aim~ the rest is not for you to know. =) ST intro-ed me this chocolate with cornflakes in it. MMM~ Yummy lar.. bought it and was supposed to just taste one small bit but went on to eat a quarter of it.. hehe..~ I let her kept half of it cause I still had Kinder Bueno with me. Hmm.. I miss Milky Bar.. WHITE CHOCOLATE~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I don't have much of a new year resolution this year since last year was quite a failure =| but~ I'm gonna be more environmentally friendly and show more concern about it. Why the sudden concern you might think? No, actually I've always been quite conscientious with regards to the environment. For example, I always half-flush my toilet bowl.. be it big or small business, or always use water from the bucket to flush, because my family deemed room temperature too cold to shower in. I never leave the computer on if I had to go off for dinner or watch a TV show, it pains my heart imagining all those coal burning in order to supply electricity for the LCD to light up and run the CPU.. the air pollution that's caused. Sidetrack a bit, I think people who always leave their computers on, rain or shine, set MSN to 'away' mode are socially unsecured.. Damn instant messaging for making them abnormal. I think a lot of people must have gone through some education about saving electricity and water while they were in secondary school, well guess they forgotten everything about it~ There aren't a lot of such campaigns nowadays, and I think the main reason is that the big technological tycoons reap money off these gadgets.. Propaganda about higher standards of living.. better entertainment values.. Well, the more you burn for electricity, worse becomes of the environment and society too, to some extent. Alright, I know I can't criticise enough so I better stop and let thoughts go through your minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly wish for a better society.. The perfect one would be Heaven, but I don't wanna die yet haha.. I sound like some humanitarian today? Haha, it is an imperfect and bias world that we live in.. so make a difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end with a quote,&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    "Its best naturally for love to fall upon you, and fall in love naturally" - Myself =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-664565425810165747?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/664565425810165747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=664565425810165747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/664565425810165747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/664565425810165747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2007/01/brink-of-time.html' title='The Brink Of Time'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-6564485867264914099</id><published>2006-12-25T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T20:32:24.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day! New Year's round the corner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HOHOHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ Me-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-st-mas! In case you were thinking what was that, I just wished everyone with a fake Japanese accent. I like to act cute too~ sometimes.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RRright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~, hey I hope everyone had a very nice Christmas eve and are in the midst of enjoying their holiday today. Well, I think I had my share of holiday fun during the last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Met up with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Efin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Elya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; on Monday, and we went off to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tanjung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Balai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ Indonesia~~~ It was a 2 hour ferry ride, in which we had to sit at the front and facing sideways and the whole trip was.. nauseating if you know what I mean.. So~ the place happens to be their hometown and they are back there to renew their passports, while I'm just there to tag along and see what's it like over there since I've never stepped onto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Indo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; before. Upon reaching the customs there, I was given the first 'chop' on my new international passport! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, so its just a print.. I was told there was nothing much there, as in you can't find things like cinemas or shopping malls over there. It was pretty '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'-like.. The downtown area, which was cramped with shop houses tightly packed against each other, had only 1 line of road which vehicles travel to and fro, and you really need excellent driving skills and alertness to avoid getting into trouble. Thank god their brothers whom were driving are such people. Interestingly, it resembles to what my hometown is like too, except that there are more traffic lights back home whereas I only saw one or two over there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So, my dad kinda objected about me going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Indo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.. but I liked checking out new places you know. He was kinda worried about the safety over there, but actually their house was directly opposite the police headquarters, which means it was almost perfectly safe, minus away the daring criminals if any.. Taken aback I was when I had to report to the police headquarters about my visit, because the officials there basically needed some 'tea money'.. and I was issued some kind of a pass~ it was pink so I guess that made up a little.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I er.. was kinda embarrassed about going to their house so abruptly, and for a slight moment didn't know what the hell I was doing there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ but then I realised I had fun over there ya know~ Children always lightens up the mood, especially when there's 4 of them under 8 in the house yo~ There was.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Min, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Gor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Gor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Xuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Xuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.. and I would like to specially mention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Xuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Xuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; because she said I was handsome~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;HAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!~ Stroke my ego man.. =D It was kinda unlucky, because it rained continuously while I was there.. so we were kept in house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.. though I was told there wasn't much to look around anyway. Anyway, since I wasn't someone who's afraid of strangers, I was comfortable being around the house in no time~ We had to go over to their old house just across the street for every shower, and it was nicely situated near the sea. Looking around the place I could find traces of their childhood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.google.com.sg/search?hl=zh-CN&amp;oq=ying+ying+yue+yue&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;oi=pinyin&amp;amp;resnum=0&amp;ct=result&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;cd=3&amp;cad=fuzzy&amp;amp;q=%E9%9A%90%E9%9A%90%E7%BA%A6%E7%BA%A6&amp;spell=1" class="p"&gt;隐隐约约&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.google.com.sg/search?hl=zh-CN&amp;oq=de&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;oi=pinyin&amp;amp;resnum=0&amp;ct=result&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;q=%E7%9A%84&amp;amp;spell=1" class="p"&gt;的&lt;/a&gt; hiding here and there.. There were pictures on the walls, on the tables, in the cupboard, soon I had a general idea of their huge family.. Do I sound like I'm documenting on their family? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ I think a large part of me gaining 3kg over the week was due to the 3 days stay over there, because I ate a lot over there which I'm obviously happy about and I got to try a lot of food. Since the weather was kinda chilly, I ate a lot of chili over there! =D Proud of myself.. and I think I should keep up the good work. Generally, the food there was nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ plus being hungry most of the time, it made it even more savouring.. Except on a few few occasions I realised my stomach wasn't the ever expanding universe after all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;BuUuRrRrPpP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We sang karaoke! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;WHEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ =D in the karaoke room which was also my resting place, I know, it was a cool place to sleep in ya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;..  Sang the favourite "San &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" and challenged "I Still Believe".. learnt a couple of old and new songs too! I really enjoy singing with them, because they are such good singers~~~ =D I played their version of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;mahjong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; on the last night there, and after losing the first 2 rounds and getting my fingers 'shoot', I showed off my prowess and "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Zhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Muo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" the first 4 rounds and became the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; winner of that round~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;WAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ *evil* and then I 'shoot' their fingers back.. The first time ever that I managed to do something like that.. and I don't think it might ever happen again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ wasted.. should happen when I'm actually gambling real money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~ =\ Well, it proves that if you're really determined to do something, it is possible to be achieved! Never thought I would learn something like that from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;mahjong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.. of all.. "sports".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So, on Wednesday noon we parted from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Balai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.. and I had to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Petaling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Jaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;) to spend a night there at my aunt's house before proceeding to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Highlands with my Mom and sister and my aunt's children. PLEASE! The next time anyone goes to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, check which hotel you're staying in.. The one I stayed in was like a ghost hotel, how terribly exciting~ Again, bad weather followed wherever I went, for it was all foggy and gloomy there too.. The road to the place was completely blur and covered up with fog! It was.. the most frightening ride ever! We couldn't see anything within a 5 metres diameter.. Scary like $#%&amp;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/RY-9WS6KFBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8QQvs_-nteQ/s1600-h/Picture0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/RY-9WS6KFBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8QQvs_-nteQ/s400/Picture0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012433101017191442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;carpark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; which was still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; because of all the lights and all.. It was really cold over there too~ 14 deg! I could hardly sleep man.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; the room I went in haven't even clear up since the last customer occupied it~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;SIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;LAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="p" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road to and fro from &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; Highlands back to our hotel, I swear I can never have a mental picture of the whole thing.. because I've never really seen it! &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;lau&lt;/span&gt; eh~ I'm still alive~ &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Heng&lt;/span&gt; ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Hai&lt;/span&gt;.. The outdoor theme park wasn't in operation due to the fork, so we had to hang around in the indoor theme park. My &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; sister made me go into the Snow World twice, which almost froze my nose and ears off with all the snow that she threw at me. We bet &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;SGD&lt;/span&gt;$50 if she could make it up to the halfway line on the mountain climbing site, thankfully I got to keep my 50 bucks as she was only a step and a grab away.. PHEW~~ Never ever make such bets if you don't understand your sister like I do.. =D The roller coaster ride inside was such a letdown.. but what can you expect anyway~ The only interesting place were the Ripley's Believe It Or Not! Museum and the Ghost House, especially the latter as I was the first one in line, as my cousins pushed me through the whole encounter~ Now as if the drive back to the hotel wasn't scary enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; stuff about the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; Trip was that I didn't manage to step in the Casino.. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;~ You have to be smartly dressed, I was wearing sandals man! Never mind, maybe next year then I visit the place when my luck turns around for the better because I had a very '&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;sueh&lt;/span&gt;' 2006 &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Hai&lt;/span&gt;~ I even bought shoes after that, but the boy that my mom was babysitting had to go back and sleep and I wouldn't want to go back alone in that kinda foggy environment.. want die, die together.. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;WAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;~ Just joking.. Please don't joke about such stuff.. ain't nice~ =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Orite&lt;/span&gt;, so that was my week away from Singapore. Wasn't really much, but had some really simple fun. Its the kind of fun that makes you feel all warm inside and brings a smile to your face, not necessarily have to show your teeth that kind..~ The next big thing would be my exam results, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;~ and I really have no comments for that.. What I did is what I'll get.. I'll work harder for the next semester! I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-6564485867264914099?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/6564485867264914099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=6564485867264914099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/6564485867264914099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/6564485867264914099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-day-new-years-round-corner.html' title='Christmas Day! 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I wanted to blog on Saturday but was called up by &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JiaLong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as he had a job for me, so there I was at &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VivoCity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last weekend~ working. Blew some 100 plus balloons all by myself on Sat and stood some 10 plus hours on Sunday.. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ just my cup of tea.. slack job.. I guess the people there are very nice and friendly, or maybe I just didn't had my social barrier on because there I was talking to my 'you could call colleagues' as if I've known them for ages. So that proves, I have mood swings.. big time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK~ Saw my parents for like in 2 plus months when I went back last week. We did the usual stuff, I would wake up late in the morning, have lunch over at my mother's because I missed her cooking!~ Did some silly stuffs with my sister and poke fun at her and the little boy that my mom is babysitting.. At night, we would have dinner together with my dad and we would splurge on food.. You know, it's the only kind of fun that at whichever age you're at, having dinner with your family and seeing them chew happily away can be a common thing that is shared between the ones around that small little table. I like it like that~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back to my nonchalant self on a Monday, and I have to complete writing a chapter for Dr. Raj-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my pal.. which is on the human eye by the way~ and whatever diseases it has succumbed to over the ages. I've roughly.. 2 weeks to complete the first draft, and as usual I'm taking my own sweet time to start on the first line. Dammit William.. Is it normal to scold yourself? Cos' I think it isn't working for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so from the looks of it, I might earn back my 500 bucks which I gifted to someone. I'm starting to like December~ =) Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow~ Oh.. and I'm also starting to believe in Karma! You give what you get, what's yours would be yours, what's lost would be found and so on.. and I believe you all know that in the cycle in life, what you do now affects you in the future! Please please please, whatever you do, just give it some extra seconds of deep thorough thought and you won't regret it. Or you might.. but either way! prevention is better than cure.. and so they say..~ In the case of not being able to make up your mind.. don't ever make someone decide for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went through my cupboard and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dug&lt;/span&gt; out the clothes that either don't fit me anymore or the ones I hardly wear.. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;KAZAAM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/RX03lLUjsSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2akIV1F9PaM/s1600-h/Picture0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/RX03lLUjsSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2akIV1F9PaM/s400/Picture0073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007219472539562274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frightening yeah! Look at all the money I spend on every piece of them.. wasted~ but they are not gonna be thrown away because that would be such a waste. There's an old folk's home nearby where I live and they are collecting some clothes or household stuffs. So I'm donating most of them, and give the really bad ones to '&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;karang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gunis&lt;/span&gt;'. Yup, that's what you should do, you donate stuffs that still can be used and give those that can't to old junk collectors. My aunt is giving away her wok which she just kept up in one of her cupboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its actually good that I cleared up some space in my cupboard, and I think you can sense what's coming~ HELL YEAH! &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SHOPPPPIINNNNGGGG&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;~ I'm going to buy plain-plain tees for school and the colours would be in the order of the rainbow! &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;~ Oh.. which reminds me of this gay tee that I bought last week in &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder if you could see them, but there are small glistering glass crystals embedded around the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BAPE&lt;/span&gt; words.. I'm not too sure if it's original but I got it from a proper shop not some roadside stalls OK~? I like it like that~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/RX06x7UjsUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ugImmnubptc/s1600-h/Picture0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/RX06x7UjsUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ugImmnubptc/s400/Picture0074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007222990117777730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a pair of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sandals&lt;/span&gt; as well, to me, its a really nice one. Don it~ and you look some some ancient Greek mythological figure. =D &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;O'rite&lt;/span&gt;~ maybe a little too &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt;. I think I have only these few things to buy:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pair of a dark coloured pants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 pairs of jeans which actually fit this time round..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;$30 maximum for a belt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 cheap canvas shoes (count them individually, not in pairs, otherwise I would have stated)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 new pairs of briefs! I.. really need some new ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Aerobic exercise is what I intend to do tomorrow, as it is said that if you wanna grow old looking young, exercise is the way to go~ Yup, it has to be an aerobic exercise which means your stamina and endurance need to be tested, unlike lifting weights or stuffs that don't make you pant. My lungs are shrinking all thanks to the lack of exercise and excess passive smoke that I respire at home. My muscles, wherever you are, please come back to me.. I missed you, all the more so because I never really owned you before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of crap~ Truth is, I'm going to get some pretty negative results from my exams, and I'm just trying to think of some way I can comfort myself with. Hmmp.. how about getting a girlfriend? Guess I'm almost ready to start sharing my life once again~ HO HO HO~ ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think my friendster account is being hacked, cos' I could not log in for the first time in several months from the last time I touched it. My cousin also possesses the same problem, so what's going on? I just hope that the hacker doesn't use it to go around and successfully date any girls out there.. For one, it's not nice to do so, and the other, I'M NOT THE ONE WHO GETS THE DATE! =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-4515355321033039036?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/4515355321033039036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=4515355321033039036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/4515355321033039036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/4515355321033039036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/12/grow-old-looking-young.html' title='Grow old looking young!'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hz5WDuc9_FU/RX03lLUjsSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2akIV1F9PaM/s72-c/Picture0073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-5360762690878125062</id><published>2006-11-22T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:01:23.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly Armpits</title><content type='html'>After using the Walch 500 shower foam for briefly 2 weeks, I admit I am fooled by the sign that said no more perspiration after showers.. because I'm starting to think my armpits perspire a little more than usual.. and they smell~ ARGH! DISGUSTING! It's like you starting to discover you have BO.. I'm so going to bathe later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway~ Yeah~ 2 more papers left for this dissapointing semester. The first paper which was Economics made me realise, I chose the right course in pursuing engineering. Bio is hanging me up on the halfway line and I feel so insecure about it. Later, Math has been giving me a lot of false hope. ARGH~ I felt like I fell flat on the face after the first paper, and I'm now slowly climbing up the stairs for the climax of all papers, Physics and Chem.. @#$%...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhu and I are talking now, about his infamous ex-gf. I don't know why he wants to put up with her nonsense, all the talking to him about things about her current bf. He says it is because he still treats her as a friend. Wow, I wish I could do that. But I can't because I know I'll start to grow feelings for them and it would all turn out wrong again. I needn't even try I just know it. ARGH~ I was such a sucky boyfriend.. Too ashamed of myself to think any further. That's probably the reason why I'm starting to grow a phobia on relationships.. EEK!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! I'm hungry~ So glad I started picking up my notes to study.. HA! Anyone can perform extraction of lazy cells from my body or not ah..? Something's missing from my life I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So going to scrub those armpits of mine later.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-5360762690878125062?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/5360762690878125062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=5360762690878125062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/5360762690878125062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/5360762690878125062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/11/smelly-armpits.html' title='Smelly Armpits'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-2077225411526162742</id><published>2006-11-13T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:20:56.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peh-cifier</title><content type='html'>oh..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait~ I found it! I found it, I found it..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3206/2503/1600/tie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3206/2503/400/tie3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3206/2503/1600/phposPoIl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3206/2503/400/phposPoIl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, unfortunately I haven't had any dreams of her (still traumatised by dreaming about Fann Wong as my mummy..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my favourite actress of Channel 8, Joanne Peh (aka the senior I almost got to see in campus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, just kinda randomly surfed for her pic cause they are showing the re-runs of the ties that bind on Channel 8 now~ I LOVE HER IN SHORT HAIR! OWWW~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CHIO CAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. if you like her too remember to vote for her for the Star Awards 06!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-2077225411526162742?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/2077225411526162742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=2077225411526162742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/2077225411526162742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/2077225411526162742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/11/peh-cifier.html' title='Peh-cifier'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-3984253152147320517</id><published>2006-11-11T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T18:16:44.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Owned?</title><content type='html'>Got owned on the mahjong table yesternight again! YEah..~ =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But didn't lose much.. just 4.80.. :~| could tell by the 2nd round because I hadn't gamed by then.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a tight budget. However, as much as I always resist the urge to spend, I caught "The Covenant" with Mal and Long. 5 minutes into the show, hmm.. ok maybe 15, the plot was so obvious. I was telling Mal that the 5th family's descendant was probably the new guy, "Now then you know ah!?" said Mal. So the whole movie was something like dragonball mixed with some witchery~ waste my 8.50.. as I quote from Long "The show suck, not enough sex scenes.." But the girl was hot~ and I really find her familiar.. Seen her in some other movies too I think. As always~ I can never name anything~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes hurt whenever I read something. Books, notes, newspaper, even looking at the computer screen. It's feeling better today so I thought I would come online to blog. It's like a dry stingy sensation that literally needs a lot of eye-mo to moisturise it, which I don't have so I have to imagine some sad stuff that can tingle my tears to do the work. Haha, which might explain why I've been having weird dreams lately. Almost every night.. I had an interesting one yesternight~ But I'm not telling this one.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK~ anyone seen any nice cardigans for guys if you've been shopping around? The ones I've found, to me, are over-priced.. because I've a tight budget =) Like the ones in TopMan, it's well over 70 or 90 for one.. Quite ex eh? Oh, and I'm craving for some sweet chocolatey krepes with ice-cream right now.. YUMM~ =o... I heard there's one selling at Upper Thomson Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally~ I'm downloading some new wallpapers for my desktop. I just realised I haven't change the last one for like months! Changing to a less glaring one, so the background doesn't strain my eyes.. I've even change my explorer's background colour to green~ because I heard they say looking at greenery can help improve your eye sight. I see a lot of green when I open my cupboard. Should stop buying stuff that are green, because it goes with my green specs and sometimes I'm being called a walking bonsai plant. Speaking of which, if the haze doesn't die down, we should all hold a bonsai plant and walk around. Yup, get some fresh oxygen from your bonsai as they photosynthesize for only ninety-nine ninety-nine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously getting weak and skinny deh. But the funny thing is I actually put on weight! 55kg. HURHURHURHUR~.. So maybe the weight went somewhere else.. =D OK~ Straight thoughts.. straight thoughts.. Sneezing hell of a lot nowadays, must be some people cursing me again since it is more possible than missing me. A blocked nose every morning makes me stay around the basin for at least 5 mins each day. The most irritating thing is that I can't hit the high notes when I'm singing with a blocked nose. The intermediate state between being sick and not is so agonizing~ ARGH~ Make up your mind Mr. Virus and Mr. Anti-bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munch munch munch~ My mouth just can't stop biting and chewing at home. But I'm getting tired of biscuits man~ Haha, aiyo.. it gets so dry and tiring to chew sometimes. Almost all snacks are dry isn't it? Hai~ no choice lah, everything is fine when you're hungry and your mouth is itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, during the mahjong game, which Kok later joined us for that, almost everyone in N^D is single now. Let's see, we've got only Nian who has a girlfriend. The rest are either trying to get one, or can't get one. Eh? What's the difference.. Anyway, in my own opinion, don't look for one. It'll come to you, like how my slippers were returned to me even though.. it's a little different than before but that's not the point! Depressing stuff~ don't talk about it liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions are so mixed up these days. They are like strings which got all tangled up and how I wish I found a comb I could use to straighten everything out~ I want my 500 bucks back, please, fall upon me from the skies! Score for the exams because I'm a student and that is my full-time job! To fall sick or not is the question! Stuff some sweet chocolate krepes with ice-cream in my mouth to stop all the munching once and for all! And to all my friends, I hope you can hooked soon by hook or by crook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't blog by trying to talk about everything can I..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-3984253152147320517?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/3984253152147320517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=3984253152147320517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/3984253152147320517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/3984253152147320517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/11/got-owned-on-mahjong-table-yesternight.html' title='Got Owned?'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-7355592851744024634</id><published>2006-11-06T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:59:50.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found?</title><content type='html'>I FOUND MY WHITE SLIPPERS! But it is.. has been.. tarnished or ruined.. How could they have done that to you.. ="| (or I might be mistaking the wrong pair of flip-flops.. anyway~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something that you thought that belonged to you left you one day, leaving you alone to go through sadness and loneliness, what would you do if it finally returns back to you one faithful day? Me, once bitten twice as shy, I wouldn't want it anymore. I wouldn't want to learn how to give something up all over again.. It's really tiring~ so I guess I'll treat it like the kite that I talked about.. Gone as the wind~ just let it go! But of course, another side of me would keep saying to give it another chance, however its hard know whether its worth a try.. especially when you're young and you don't know a f*** with what you're doing most of the time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright~ My weekend just kinda weezed by~ Went out on Saturday to check out Vivo and MAMA! I got lost while trying to look for Jialong and Malcolm and Huiwen. That place is bigger than Jusco in JB. My knees were like feeling the toll after all the walking, but the place's kinda interesting~ at certain parts of the shopping centre there's performances to entertain all the people inside the shopping area. "Where shopping and entertainment comes alive~" Well, I might have gotten the slogan wrong.. Not listening lar.. Bought a T-shirt knowing I shouldn't have, but feeling nonchalant as I was, it made me feel a little better. Now I know why people go on shopping sprees as it can serve as a way of venting fustrations~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, I had a dream~ I was in this old strange 2 storeys old bungalow which apparently is my home. There was a loud bang, and gunshots were blasting away~ I was.. then I discovered.. in the middle of a war! WTH! YEAH! A WAR! I could still remember sitting beside the window and appreciating all the rounds of gunfire and people shooting each other from the 2nd level. It would have been greater if I could only imagined feeding myself with some chips and coke. Oh well, but the mood of that dream wasn't that laid back lar, haha~ I made it sound like that onlly. It was pretty intense actually~ and bloody~ so obviously I was petrified and I hid behind the window, then under the sofa followed by on the sofa (as I eventually discovered the comfort of laying on it) and covered myself with a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, strangely enough, I slept in the dream.. and when I woke up~ all was well! Peeked out the window, saw no blood whatsoever but the place was like what it should be post-war. I was still a little shaken inside, and I went into the bedroom.. looking for my mother~ I don't know why but it was kinda auto-thought mechanism which led me to look for mummy~ and I knew like she was in the bedroom.. Here's the interesting part~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream~ FANN WONG WAS MY MUMMY! YEAH! HOT MAMA! Laying beside her was some other hot babe~ which I don't know who~ but she was in BIKINI! WOOHOO! WTF~ Alright, so I went over to the bedside where my 'mummy' laid and she pulled me onto the bed and I laid my head on her chest~ =o..  She held me tightly to comfort my then fragile little heart as I found myself laying on the softest pillow ever in the whole wide world~ How I wished that was true..~ =D *evil laughter* kekekekekeke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAY~ so what I concluded from that 'makes no sense' dream was that I missing my mother and dying for some hot babe in bikini to be in the bed with me.. NOW! RIGHT NOW! as I'm ready to have 'war' with her.. -.-" Nah.. I'm just fooling around~ I still have Pamela~ ALRIGHT~ This entry is getting a bit wrong so I better stop before I'm being flagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best way to make yourself revise is to read your notes whenever you feel like doing something else before you manage to do that something else. Let's just HOPE I START DOING THAT ALREADY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-7355592851744024634?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/7355592851744024634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=7355592851744024634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/7355592851744024634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/7355592851744024634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/11/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found?'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-4345144306882438336</id><published>2006-10-27T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:25:53.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Next Door</title><content type='html'>Isn't the idea of having your dream girl just being the girl next door? I mean, its like so convenient. I could give a number of reasons already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easy access to her privacy (violate! violate!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could check on her anytime you want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing her home is simpler than swallowing your fist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conveniently know when her parents are not at home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least, you can get to know her whole family better (so you know who to avoid in future)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Well, those were only a few of them. But of course, there can be disadvantages also like she barging into your privacy so let's not go into that~ Living with someone you like can be fun I suppose. In contrast, no one can live with someone whom you don't like. Unless you don't have a choice, most would probably move out when they are capable of doing so. Well, I've been thinking about having a space of my own also~ but I don't really like renting a room cos' for me I find it hard to live with a stranger. It's gonna take some time again getting used to what people I'm not familiar with do when they are behind the closed doors (or it could be the other way round =P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't like to be born with a sliver spoon stucked in their mouths? Good for you if you don't! Actually I would~ HAHA~ what..? many people do.. talk to some materialistic girls and you'll know~ Well, I gave some thoughts about it on my way back home today and here's my conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would actually prefer tasting success from my own hard work rather than reaping off what others has sowed (although I would treat it as my work if I produce better results than they do.. screw originality on this one~). It's like you worked hard for something, and when you get what you want, I guess you'll be able to appreciate it more and even learn how to cherish it~ =) We could be talking about money or even relationships here. Most definitely, I can say that I'm a faithful kinda guy who's only devoted to one girl in my life. If there's so much love in me, I might as well give it to that one special girl so it makes it even more extraordinary. Furthermore, it is doubly rewarding if the other half also learns how to appreciate what the two of you have and cherish it as much (but we really shouldn't compare who loves the other more, it makes a r/s sore.. oh~ trust me on this one~). Just be happy and stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually the best kind of happiness is one which you can't really feel it, but you know it's there. It's just there and will never leave you. It's like a jigsaw puzzle, if it fits, it will most certainly fit and stay that way. There's no use forcing one that doesn't fit. It just won't barge you idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am preaching about love when I don't even have someone in my mind whom I could think of~ Absolutely pathetic and empty as Kok may say it, but hey~ I'm getting to know myself better this way, because when you're in a relationship~ you're not yourself no matter how much you think you are! Don't agree? Bombard lar! LAI~ lai lai lai~~ lai lai~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-4345144306882438336?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/4345144306882438336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=4345144306882438336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/4345144306882438336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/4345144306882438336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/10/girl-next-door.html' title='Girl Next Door'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-237482833990187403</id><published>2006-10-22T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:01:28.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3206/2503/1600/Picture0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3206/2503/400/Picture0071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;-- My new love - the black Pencil Case! Nice hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted an all-black pencil case~ and last week JiaHui surprised me with it! Stunned and speechless, I'm really touched because she made it herself. Aww~ But I didn't asked for the pink flower.. -.-" Thanks friend! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to this, I've always been using the 'experienced' Converse pencil case. Not that I hadn't thought about changing it, just that I could never find a black pencil case anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a real stiff neck today. It happens quite often on Sundays. WHY!? In future, I will have a very nice bed and pillow in my own house that's for sure. @#$%.. And depending whether I'll marry a hardworking or lazy wife, I'll get to sleep in more during weekends or wake up earlier to mop the floor and prepare breakfast respectively. But I don't mind the latter because I love her.. =D (I know what you're thinking.. that guys always say that before marriage and another thing after that.. oh well~ *shrugs shoulders*) I can't promise anything, but maybe I'll let time prove everything. I'll use a month to woo her, probably years to know her, but a lifetime for loving her~ Ahh.. I'm getting sentimental. Too much of '1 Litre of Tears.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you sad? You can't get the love you want from that special someone, or~ you found out that you have no one you actually like of the moment? Its like you're being forced to fantasize about someone, but you simply can't because there's no one there.. But of course, no one forces you to fantasize lar, just citing an example.. a bad one.. hehe~ Nonetheless, for all you know, he/she has always been around you just that you haven't discover it. So, just keep yours eyes peeled, but don't get yourself fooled.. Feel it~ Like how you savour the sweet salty juicy taste fried chicken drumstick~ Mmm..~ A mouthful of sinful animal fats around your lips.. Oops~ Sorry, I deviated from the topic. I'm feeling hungry lar~ Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. Think I'll be on a strict budget from today onwards. I 'lost' 500 bucks. @#$%.. My Heart Goes O-numb. To make up for the loss, my aunt decided to cook some cheap crabs for me. If you hadn't know, I really L-O-V-E crabs ah! And they say seafood is good for guys. But which gender of the sea animals were they refering to? The male ones or the female ones? I like them in black pepper sauce, chilli ones, butter spread or even just steamed plain ones~ but only if they are fresh! I'm salivating already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for dinner!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-237482833990187403?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/237482833990187403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=237482833990187403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/237482833990187403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/237482833990187403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/10/black-flower.html' title='Black Flower'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-854909450215972109</id><published>2006-10-21T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T19:53:46.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pankun and James</title><content type='html'>The chimpanzee, and the bull dog~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A match made in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DH7BFL4GcO4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DH7BFL4GcO4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pN3KfvsyeDU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pN3KfvsyeDU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/20507782-854909450215972109?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/854909450215972109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=854909450215972109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/854909450215972109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/854909450215972109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/10/pankun-and-james.html' title='Pankun and James'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-898438706010458732</id><published>2006-10-15T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T16:39:50.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Ripcurl Slippers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOLEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A pair of white, a little rainbow pattern Ripcurl slippers was stolen as reported by the victim who discovered his newly bought pair of whites was missing in action just as he was about to don them on to way to get some groceries with his aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is suspected that someone/thing got nothing else better to do, but to steal his slippers as a recognition of taste and fashion (nobody steals something that doesn't look nice). Nonetheless, our victim is not in the least impressed by what these people (if many) had done and has reportedly cast a curse on the one who would be wearing the slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope they always trip and fall when they wear it. The slippers cost me 20 freaking bucks!~" said our exasperated victim. While Hougang's cases of intentional arson vandalism increases, would we be seeing cases of shoes or slippers being stolen in Woodlands? Could it also be caused by the festive atmosphere Singapore is having soon that induced these people to do something outrageous and get new apparels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece of news has been kindly brought to you by: William "silpper-less" Tan - Woodlands&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/20507782-898438706010458732?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/898438706010458732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=898438706010458732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/898438706010458732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/898438706010458732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/10/stolen-ripcurl-slippers.html' title='Stolen Ripcurl Slippers'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-173875247850229948</id><published>2006-10-12T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:29:15.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Blog</title><content type='html'>Hey qianx!~ Thanks for that poop on my tagboard.. *sniff* Well, some of you might know, the topic of poop or faeces intrigues me. I could go on and on about it, so if you don't want me to go rantling on.. avoid that topic at all cause. It's kinda sensitive.. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bums are still aching from playing tennis on Monday. Yeah, I knew some part of my body was gonna hurt since I haven't been exercising regularly, but of all places! Tennis was fun.. For a moment I felt like Agassi.. until I discovered I was playing like that kid in the GOLD 90FM commercial. OK~ So I need a little more time to practise which is a small problem, given that I'm always good with the balls. Big or small.. round.. yeah..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory department has been quite empty these few days. I also walk.. aimlessly in school but I still end up in the lecture room thankfully, and I've been sticking to a narrow 30 degrees wide sight of vision. I repeat what I say! So I'm a parrot..~ I find myself sulking at night.. listening to too much Elton John could be the reason why.. I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND~ HOW WONDERFUL LIFE IS.. WHILE YOU'RE IN THE WORLD~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so looking forward to the holidays.. December!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-173875247850229948?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/173875247850229948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=173875247850229948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/173875247850229948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/173875247850229948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/10/quick-blog.html' title='Quick Blog'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-6424880114497982587</id><published>2006-10-03T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:03:30.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equations and Lors (Laws lar..)</title><content type='html'>As we all know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 over 0 equals to infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that multiplies with 0 is 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we multiply infinity, expressed as any integer 'n' over 0, with 0,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get variable 'n'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viola~ Lets hope this equation bags me a Nobel Prize in Mathematics that's worth a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so Chin Kiet......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waddup~ I flunked my CAs! They were borderline cases... I'm taking such a long time to re-accept the fact, that I'm schooling. AND I NEED TO STUDY FOR MY BLOODY TESTS! One more Physics quiz this Friday and another on Economics next next week. If anyone of you would be so kind, please remind me to study~ =) Sometimes, well actually most of the time I just take out all the necessary stuff to study and place them nicely on the desk, then go off to do something else. Tsk tsk... The other day I was asking my aunt why she doesn't supervise my schoolwork anymore, and she replied:"You're not a kid anymore, and I don't want to bother about it.. now go bathe!" Btw, her eyes are feeling better now, just that the new specs she has now gives her double images because the difference in degree between both eyes is like heaven and earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think I find it hard to memorise anything these days. I take a longer time to grasp a concept, and slowly developing a narrow 45 degrees wide sight of vision (which means that I stare into empty spaces a lot of time). Shugs.. Gotta admit I'm growing old~ I can't hold a candle compared to the 17yo classmates that I have. Oooooh~ I can imagine it now, me in that old pair of magnifying glasses and wearing some passe hotpants fanning myself away with my degree paper. That's my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of negative stuffs. Wonder why most people bathe themselves with soap operas so much.. Which is more appealing? Sad stories or happy ones? But is too much positivity fake? OMG~ that makes me a fake person =x Ohh.. but I like a bit of both every now and then. Like listening to The Coral - In The Morning when I'm happy or Elton John's - Your Song when I'm feeling a little sorrow. Sorrow's not a good word but it'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok's going to Tekong this Sat if I'm not wrong. They say there's a lot of sissies in this batch~ Haha.. just fooling around~ NS is kinda good.. you've 2 years to plan out your future. Get a higher pay for your first job and a few hundred dollars that's in reach for the IPPT tests. Good luck to ya buddy!~ Hope everyone else takes care of themselves in NS.. Still thinking about that woman? Move on babe~ STAY SINGLE! Til you find love again.. which isn't neccessarily a bad thing what. Just in case you need some motivation to be interested in other girls~ INTRODUCING~~~ MY LIL SIS~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3206/2503/1600/Picture0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3206/2503/400/Picture0032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- My lil sis.. Yup, I know. Cute just like her irresistable brother. Let's just keep it to ourselves about that fact ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm just kidding about introducing her to anyone. All of you are wolves in sheeps' clothings! Guys... (shakes head)&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-6424880114497982587?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/6424880114497982587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=6424880114497982587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/6424880114497982587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/6424880114497982587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/10/equations-and-lors-laws-lar.html' title='Equations and Lors (Laws lar..)'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-9171484422496589271</id><published>2006-09-15T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:44:48.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Guantamela!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3206/2503/1600/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3206/2503/400/Picture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the above watch a few days ago. NICE RIGHT? Ok, I know I'm talking to myself.. Anyway, the best thing about it, is that the strap is stretchable and I don't even have to bother about 'buckling' it just to wear it. &amp; I love the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;  a lot lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dok, I could go on and on about the watch but I'm not cos' I don't wanna waste time. Haha, yesh.. blogging does take up a lot of time, at least too me. First thing first, I've two tests next week. Just a kind reminded to myself that I haven't bloody memorised anything so I might have to find a hole to hide my head into if I don't know a thing for the test next week. This also means its another mugging weekend for mua. Wheeee~! Great, and I don't even have to spend a penny to do it! Wow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the past few weeks of school I had always been mixing with the girls. And I never thought I would say this, but, I'm sick of it. =o HAHA~ A number of reasons.. I have to wait for them when it comes to visiting the toilet. I've to be their butler and carry their bags if I don't have to visit. I'm starting to be hated by the other guys in the class. I can't mix with the guys because.. I'm shy to? Ok, I'm missing some good ol' male bonding sessions.. Oh dear, please don't think of it as anything wrong ok? Its like girls like to have some girls nightout and I guess I like to have some also, 'cept that it maybe a guys football match or a talk-cock-sing-song-chirp-like-a-bird session. Right, so I think I'm definitely going to be more socially correct the following week. Good riddance William, won't you bloody hell open your mouth and talk to these people for goodness sake? It's coming week 7 and I haven't even gotten a chance to speak with @#$%^&amp;. @#$%^&amp;amp; didn't even gave me a glance~ Haha..~ Wah lau.. Give this people a chance to really know how nice and friendly and funny you are! ^-^ The thing about Pisceans.. they just like to be the center of attention, if not, they would feel outta place. Oh, and did you know Piscean guys are the most popular to women aged over 30? Ah-huh..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather forecasts that the next 2 days would be rainy. It implies that I shouldn't bathe for the next 2 days, or to my aunt, it means that I shouldn't change my clothes so she doesn't have to wash them. =D Gladly.. I love to smell~ I LIVE to smell~ like an expired extra-fermented cheese..cake.. Yucks~ Anyone keen on some algae juice from sweaty armpits? Haha.. gosh I miss the times when Kok comes up with all these stupid shit back in secondary school. How was the steamboat man? If you're seeing this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after next is a 1 week recess! Powder lah!~ It means I don't have to wake up early at the very least, cos' after the week there's another 2 tests that awaits those who seek to fail by slacking during that week. So why call it recess if you still have to work? Urm, its because a break is for you to better prepare yourself for the second half? Ok.. that makes a bit of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://drawapig.desktopcreatures.com/gallery/large.asp?id=1227724&amp;p=0&amp;amp;hof=1&amp;q=personality+test"&gt;http://drawapig.desktopcreatures.com/gallery/large.asp?id=1227724&amp;amp;p=0&amp;amp;hof=1&amp;amp;q=personality+test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-9171484422496589271?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/9171484422496589271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=9171484422496589271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/9171484422496589271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/9171484422496589271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-guantamela.html' title='Oh Guantamela!'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-2624071669697000693</id><published>2006-09-10T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T00:07:15.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hocus Pocus~ I'm under a 'busy' spell!</title><content type='html'>Is this my first entry in the month of September? OMG! It is! HA! Wah lau~~~ @#$%.. Seriously, someone smart geniuses should really invent an implantable knowledge chip that all of us can just put in our brains. Then~ we wouldn't need to struggle and be able to climb up a steep learning curve in a matter of seconds. HOKAY! Set~ I shall attempt to do that myself for my final year project three years later.. HOHOHO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! Firstly, I wanna specially thank JiaHui and QinYi for staying overnight to help me finish the work I owed Nextwave. Small start up companies are really tough to work in. They overwork and underpay you.. The manager asked me whether I'm still interested to work part time and help them solder more PCBs.. -.- felt like smacking her face, but I'm only a slave to the money I'm hoping to receive. Of course, I didn't agree but left it at an open conclusion. "See whether I'm free or not lor.. and how much you're paying me~" I'm so proud at myself for trying to bargain with my pay for so so so many times. Anyway, I should treat my 2 friends to something for their help. Thought about baking cookies you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much 'me' time currently. Spend a lot of time for the past few weeks catching up with school and work. I wanna go bowling again leh! Haven't seen my mom and sister for quite some time now. Gosh~ think its one of the very rare moments when I actually miss them~ HAHA! I'm feeling this weird 'hard' sensation in my throat whenever I drink water. Don't know whether I was too thirsty which caused it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. QinYi showed me this real-life version movie of 'Ying Tao Xiao Wan Zhi' or Machiko! Its so CUTE! Ok, I know its weird that those words are coming out from a guy, but its profusely adorable shit! Right, anyway the movie actually taught me about some simple family values that we should maintain. Oh~ also it reminds me of the friends around me. I wonder how KK is doing in the open seas right now~ Aiya~ bet he gets to enjoy a lot once he reaches some ports.. =D*evil*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been receiving comments or just statements that a couple can handle things better than an individual. There's someone to share your burdens and happiness. But I guess that depends on which stage of life are you at. MEANING~ only if you think you've found that someone then you can talk about being together in the first place. Haha.. Oooh~ am I feeling a bit lovesick? I shall leave it open since I don't have any comments for what I just said. To me now, I can live with or without a girlfriend as long as Pamela is around. LMAO.. don't ask me who she is.. I think some of you know.. ANYWAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get some sleep now, better start revising for 2 tests next week else I'll change my name to Rambu-Tan! Or.. Kampong Boy? Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-2624071669697000693?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/2624071669697000693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=2624071669697000693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/2624071669697000693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/2624071669697000693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/09/hocus-pocus-im-under-busy-spell.html' title='Hocus Pocus~ I&apos;m under a &apos;busy&apos; spell!'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-1851839776733505033</id><published>2006-08-27T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:21:35.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Us Together</title><content type='html'>Alright~ I wanna start today's post with a confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear higher-order living being who takes care of all of us, I haven't been doing my work properly but I hope everything will work out eventually.. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! Don't think I had a pretty nice week. Not feeling too good. But luckily there were small little things which nullified some negative thoughts. It is raining now. I love rains at night. The smell of the rain just fills up the whole room, provided you open your windows. Everything's cooler and I start to relax myself. But it gets really cold through the night. It can get comfortable for some, but maybe not for the others. Which reminds me of a song which I wrote. I wrote it during the middle of the night, because I jolted out of sleep thanks to a very unpleasant dream then. Alright, I don't have much to blog about so I'll just end this with the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;A Dream of You Without Me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;So cold~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I woke up from my dream&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;For the very first time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I held my blanket tight to my skin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Led my soul to believe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;It doesn’t really matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;So cold~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I just can’t fall back to sleep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;For the very first time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’m scared of closing my eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Only to see you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;In the arms of another man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;(Baby) Even though we failed to cherish&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The second chance in our love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;But Heaven has been kind enough&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;For another chance as friends&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Girl you’ll never know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;How much I loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;In my dream I saw so clearly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;You were happy with the other man&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;My heart jumped out of place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Because of you, because of you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I live my life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I live my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Six months&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Time seem to have passed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;So very~ slowly~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’ve tried so hard to forget&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;You are fading in my life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Reality wants it this way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;But waking up from a dream&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Its cruelty to its brim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;You know that we should have cherished&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The second chance in our love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Heaven has been kind enough&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;For another second chance as friends&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Girl you’ll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Just how much I loved you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;In my dream it was clear to me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;You’ll be happy with the other man&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;My heart jumped out of place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Because of you, because of you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I lived my life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I lived my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;(Baby) Even though we failed to cherish&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The second chance in our love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;But Heaven has been kind enough&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;For another chance as friends&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Girl you’ll never know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;How much I loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;In my dream I saw so clearly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;You were happy with the other man&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;My heart jumped out of place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Because of you, because of you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I live my life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I live my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Trying to get back in my sleep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Staring cluelessly out the window&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Memories of you I still keep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Let me know who’s that lucky fellow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’m still feeling cold&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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/20507782-1851839776733505033?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/1851839776733505033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=1851839776733505033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/1851839776733505033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/1851839776733505033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/08/keep-us-together.html' title='Keep Us Together'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-8083078479342262191</id><published>2006-08-20T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:04:10.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carried by the tides.. do we set our own momentums?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3206/2503/1600/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3206/2503/400/Image021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her name is &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jeryln&lt;/span&gt;, and she's the only niece I have so far! A few months ago, we're still worried over the bald patches on her head. HA! Look at her now, she's gonna be a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;heartbreaker&lt;/span&gt; in the future! &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HoO&lt;/span&gt;~ (check out her arms, ain't baby fats the cutest thing? They come in all shapes and sizes.. fascinating..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right right, time flies~ Its already August. I was just thinking whether have I fulfilled any wishes or goals which I've set in the beginning of the year. Well, I've checked.. and I'd only completed 1 or 2 of them.. =\ Why can't we tell what's gonna happen in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there ever was a chance to know what your future's gonna be like, would you? If it probably rock, well that's still &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; but what if it sucked? Thank your parents for giving birth to you and then slash yourself bah~ Stop wasting the air that all of us are breathing too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL. I'm only just joking, please do not try it yourself without adult supervision (so they could stop you if you're worth it ^o^) Anyway I still can't get over the slashing wrists thingy I saw on TV the other day. Think I've blogged about it before, all the scars just make me feel nauseous. BuUuRrpPpp~ =D (hope my niece won't grow up doing that..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay~ Me, the good-natured uncle doesn't remember the birthdate of my niece. Oh wait, think its on the eve of Christmas! Ya ya, think it is. Haha~ my lil' sis's birthday is on the 16th, then HaoNian is on the 18th.. or 17th or 19th.. +/- 2 days. I really suck at remembering birthdates of friends and family members, mainly because I don't take them down. My fault! =D And I'm still not doing it~ =\ HAPPY "your age" BIRTHDAY EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to the topic of knowing your future. If you slack knowing its good, would it still turn out good because you're as good as a sitting duck~ lunch no fall down from the heavens. So please work for it! We're slaves to our own greed and desires!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why is it that most of us live each day complaining and complaining and complaining? Don't you find it irritating? But ok, we shouldn't bottle things up in our hearts also. I'm kinda afraid of whining to be honest, even if it applies to me too. So maybe that's why I don't tell other people my problems huh? Cos I'm so cautious of what others see of me and what they think about it. Haiya.. sometimes I just wanna heck care about everything and do something, but hor~ I would always have second thoughts about this and that. Tsk tsk.. indecisiveness. But according to my own statistics, things done after proper consideration would yield an 'OK' outcome, but you would still wonder about the other way you could have done things. Humans are so.. 'fan jian'. How do you say that in English? Saddistic? Deliberate? =()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. this has been a very random entry~ Nothing much~ Just read and forget ok? NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hope Jerlyn grows up to be a healthy and smart girl. Children nowadays live in such blissful conditions~ How enviable..~ ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-8083078479342262191?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/8083078479342262191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=8083078479342262191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/8083078479342262191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/8083078479342262191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/08/carried-by-tides-do-we-set-our-own.html' title='Carried by the tides.. do we set our own momentums?'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-115548685633568925</id><published>2006-08-13T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:34:16.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Feel Little.</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed my weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to JB yesterday with Efin and we met up with QinYi, JiaHui, Martin, Tecky and JH's frenz at JUSCO for RedBox. I must say, I didn't really get a kick out of the karaoke session. Wasn't able to hit the right notes, was my worse karaoke session ever I thought. HAHA~ Its ok.. At least I vented by virtually screaming at every song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tempted by all the sales that's going on in Malaysia's Mega Sale. Looked around the shops and saw a really nice vintage jeans which costs about RM150. ARGH!~ Which reminds me that my pay will once again get delayed cos the fucking inefficient finance people lost my contract for the 2nd time. Good game, now I have to resign everything and wait for another millenium to pay day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, later on went to "Huang Hou" area, which is JiaHui's area where we met up with YaoTe and SiYan. She brought us to a noodle stall where I whacked at the food for I was so horribly famished without knowing till we reached the place. Then, we visited a ice dessert shop where they had really nice "Ice Kacang" and "Agar-agar"! Of course there were space for 1 bowl of ice and 2 cups of agar-agar for me, I looked like a garbage bin as I downed all the nice sweet jelly and thick gooey red bean mixture with corn and ice topped with chocolate. Having had all the dinner and desserts, QinYi then sent us to the Larkin Terminal for us to take bus back to Singapore~~~ On the way Efin told me about the Korean movie "A Moment to Remember". Sounded a little like the scenario in "50 First Dates" about how Short Term Memory can influence and make a love story sad, touching and sweeeeeeeet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Singapore and went to Melvin's house to meet up with the guys. Turned what was supposedly a fun Saturday into a sad one by losing 14 bucks on the Mahjong table. LOL. I should really quit mahjong, ain't my kinda thing I guess. I'll just watch people play like I used to. Ong wanted to go Marina South for bowling after supper, and we obligated of course! (he was treating..) So first game he won with 128 points follwed by me with 105. Lucky one lar cos he had a couple of strikes~ HAHA~ second I win hor with 119 points follwed by malcolm with 109. I really like bowling, especially with my parents when I was a bit younger. My mom once told me my dad had a perfect game b4, that was probably why she got attracted huh? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifted in between sleep and half sleep the whole day. Woke up after a 4 hours 'nap' to go to the groceries supermart with my aunt. DA GU! I really don't like vegetarian food please!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt sad? Like ur heart is being dipped into lime water and its feeling really sour. Ok? You have? What was it about? What caused it? A relationship? Trouble in work or just some rough route which you had taken? Do you feel like you're being simply cast away from the whole picture? If so, what are you planning to do? Coop yourself up in a corner? That ain't gonna help, you'll just rot and die. No one's gonna care a shit about you if you don't about yourself. I guess the only way we can pick ourself up is endurance. Need to get a life back, which should be the motto constantly flashing in your mind! Embrace yourself with your newly found singularity!~ Treat this as a period of time for you to improve all the vulnerabilities that you might have. Need a boost in self-esteem? Get a friend who suck in something and challenge him or her to that something~ =D Never fails to work.. Satisfaction gauranteed! But too much indulgence and you'll be seen as a big bully~ Take a more positive attitude towards life everyday. Do something good! Give the dear old elderly a seat if they need it more than you or let them fight it with the pregnant ladies. Shout at the little kids who played with the lifts. Give your parent a HUGE pat on the back by telling them "Hey! Thank you for raising me! =D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you found your life back, you'll find yourself pretty occupied. Sufficient enough not to let yourself go back into solitude. Tsk tsk, you might even be too caught up with being single and flirt around like horny little hamsters. Oh well, that when nature calls! All I wanna say is that, there's always a better alternative. Or maybe second best, but a marginal benefit is still a benefit afterall~ ^_^ We should really all apply economics more often in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-115548685633568925?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/115548685633568925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=115548685633568925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115548685633568925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115548685633568925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-you-feel-little.html' title='When You Feel Little.'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-115496509468185957</id><published>2006-08-07T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:38:14.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah~ stupid william.. so long then update blog.. @#$%&amp;</title><content type='html'>HOKAY~ How's everyone doing..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog: Why haven't you blog in such a long time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WORK LAR BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see, I hate the job that I had been doing because I'm soldering PCBs for like a fucking long time now and it just doesn't end. @#%&amp;amp;...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO~ but ok, I'm not gonna bitch about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first day in NTU! Ok, actually not first day lar, just the start of week 1. I was hopelessly lost because I had no map with me but luckily the girls were there and they know the way! So I just tag along of cos because I'm such a wimp who hides under a girl's skirt (and peeps..). I was joking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I printed a few of the lecture notes ok! So I didn't feel too guilty because I haven't found time in the past week to take note of the things.. that I'm supposed to. ANYWAY~ there's this really cute girl with braces, and she's got big chiwawa ice!!! Kenneth's found a new love everybody, but too bad you're in the NS dude for the next 2 years. She's MINE! HAHAHA! Lalalala~ loser~ (just joking dude~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt how to print notes from the library today with QinYi. So tedious can? But it's quite cheap, only $0.045 per page. I photocopied 2 copies downstairs just now, and it cost me $6.40. DOTS lar! Wah biang~ Daylight, no no, night time um loo loo robbery. William! please take the effort to go to the library and queue to print! Oh ya, and the food is expensive! OMG~ Increase in output again.. I'm only a broke and self-sufficient low life wanna get rich kinda typical guy down the roadside beggin for sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ I think I find economics interesting. Yeah! Seriously. Costs and benefits. Supply and demand. Wah~ I think I can score as a business student lot~ Wahaha~ I'm gonna get walloped. (why is today's post so singlish?) Hokay~ I'm like so looking forward to my pay. I wanna get a mp3 player because I think ruining a original song but letting it get stuck in my mind and using my brain to play it really tarnish the whole song as I add in lyrics from alien languages. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue that I'm thinking of is a Co-curricular Activity. I wonder what I should take up. Sports? How about Archery? I wanna shoot some birds.. or bulleyes.. But of cos I would prefer the good ol' song composing but there isn't such a club in NTU as far as I noe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna spend 4 years in NTU! Please exempt the modules Prof Loo! I promise to use your toilet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARRRGGggGHhHHhHhHhHhHhhH~&lt;br /&gt;7/8/2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-115496509468185957?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/115496509468185957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=115496509468185957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115496509468185957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115496509468185957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/08/wah-stupid-william-so-long-then-update.html' title='wah~ stupid william.. so long then update blog.. @#$%&amp;'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-115366556349477798</id><published>2006-07-23T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:39:23.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I-Scream!</title><content type='html'>Huat ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now, I'm enjoying a hot bowl of sesame 'tang yuans' with 'bai guo'. Slurpppp~ Arhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum yum..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went jogging with my cousin and my aunt! HEY! She's exercising! That's a good thing because ladies over 50 should really watch their weight and health. But she's very health concious which explains why I'm such a health freak too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I scream quite often. Not as in YELL~ but the.. occasional soft but high "ARGH"-s. Turning into a sissy aiy? Well, I must try to lower my screams to a hard deep "arghhh.."-s. HAHA~ Whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was thinking about something. I was being commented as a very frank person. Frankly, I am~ =D  That's William for you, he says what is in his mind but he's also a pretty good liar. Anyway~ I thought if my last name was Frank and my middle name was actually Tan, the name on my namecard would be like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.T.Frank&lt;br /&gt;aka WTF&lt;br /&gt;What The F***!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.. Of course, there are people with weird names. Furthermore, the situation worsens when our twisted minds conjoins all the wicked stuff we're thinking about. Arhh..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's going on with my life? Work ends on 31st of July. Yipee for tt! and Boo~ for I'll only receive my paycheck 2 weeks later. The end of work also signals the fact that the Uni life is gonna start for me. HOKAY~ Babes in NTU? Are you ready.. for the one.. and only.. W~~~~~~~T~~~~~~FRANK-LY~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm so lame.. Hope I get accepted by my soon-to-be peers there.. HOHO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin just asked me a question. How do you tell if you like someone? Hmmp.. Guess everyone has a different view on it. Some go for looks, some go for material gains. But I want my heart to be touched. Through the ribs and flesh, its a miracle that 2 people can virtually touch each other's heart when they are really in love. That's the time when 2 becomes 1. Or actually it means you're connected on the bed through your sexual organs BUT ANYWAY~ This part is censored because adolescents maybe reading this blog.. NOT! HOHOHO~ Like.. "what is this kor kor saying huh?" Ya rite.. Kids nowadays know too much then they really should know. Bless Malaysian TV for censoring out all hanky panky stuff in Western movies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I should really quit screaming often. I can't stand it myself. So, right now I'm gonna give one last good scream and I'll stop screaming.. that much.. HEHE~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAARRGGGGHHHHHHRRRGGGHHHAAAAAHHHHRRRRGGGHHHHH~&lt;br /&gt;(that was tiring..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-115366556349477798?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/115366556349477798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=115366556349477798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115366556349477798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115366556349477798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-scream.html' title='I-Scream!'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-115220630429263701</id><published>2006-07-07T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T01:18:24.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk mails...</title><content type='html'>WO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 60 unread emails and about 50 of them are junk mails.. What's wrong with the filtering thingy!? And most of them are advertising about erectile growth shit.. Are these even trusted? ^o^ and the rest are about horny housewives.. or maybe it just caught my attention better then the rest of them.. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. Tiring week.. Needed to meet the quota supposedly this week but couldn't.. because I'm going for HOLIDAY! AGAIN! Hoo~ Pulau Tioman's corals are ranked among the top 10 in the world according to Hock Wei. Personally, I would like to check that out and compare it with Perhentian and Redang's. Surprisingly, I only spent 10 minutes to pack my bag. =o guess I'm well trained now since its a similar short get-away~ I hope I remember to buy the underwater camera for snorkeling!!! FEED THE FISHES NOT THE HUMANS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Superman Returns with Hairul and Kenny on Monday.. Haha~ I guess it reminded me on why I'm wearing specs now.. Ya.. because of that fella.. only that he doesn't have short-sightedness for real. Ever wondered why he always smirk a smile at ladies? Kenneth told me it was because he always knew what colour is their underwear.. HOHO~ True true.. Like who doesn't have a pervertic ego sometimes~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I better go off to bed now.. The coach leaves at 7 in the morning, so I gotta wake up like 4 hours later.. MAMA! But before I end, I would like to leave you with a quote of the day.. you need to read it slowly in order to get it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The taller you stand, the further you pee." - A phrase I picked up from.. somewhere..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-115220630429263701?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/115220630429263701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=115220630429263701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115220630429263701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115220630429263701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/07/junk-mails.html' title='Junk mails...'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-115178427436367083</id><published>2006-07-02T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T04:11:03.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a little dream, Blog a little blog. (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/P1100539.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the 23rd June 2006, 19 individuals, whom divided themselves into 2 groups, made their way from Singapore down to Larkin Terminal in JB where a bus coach carried them all the way down to Teranganu in which they were then ferried to one of the most exotic islands and beaches in the whole of Malaysia.. Pulau Perhentian and Pulau Redang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photos courtesy of Mark Wong's camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay~ The bus ride was like 9 freaking  hours and I wasn't able to get any sleep through the night. Struggling with the seat and all.. Anyway~ The boat ride was like CRAZY! HAHA! Oh man.. cept that it breaks my back as it bounces up and down across the vast blue sea.. Ooo.. Awesome scenary out in the ocean!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving the place, Man~ I couldn't believe I'm actually seeing this.. which you'll never ever get to see at Sentosa, no offence~ ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/P1100554.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- Oh~ Blue is my fave colour by the way.. True Blue style..  We arrived around 10 plus, had to wait till 2 for our first snorkeling trip so we went for breakfast and slacked till the time was right.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any complains.. but the room was kinda squeezy and there were a lot of mosquitoes and there was no heater in the shower and the pillow was too high and the bed was too sloggy.. Hmmp.. Guess I AM COMPLAINING~ Oh well.. its 250 ringgits~ You get every penny you spend~ HOHO~  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were actually 2 islands in Perhentian, namely Besar (big in melayu) and Kecik for small if I got the spelling correct. So we were staying, but the beach in front of where we stayed wasnt the best.. Haha~ So we went over to the better one also known as the Long beach to enjoy the sights and scenes which included topless European women.. Yai Yai~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well~ anyway~ 2 pm came very shortly and we went on the boat which brought us to some place which I forgot where.. Haha.. Too excited about the whole snorkeling thing~ We jumped into the waters and for the first time I could see corals, and fishies swimming freely just in front of me. I felt like I could almost touch them but of course my actions were too slow in the water.. Haha.. but my chance to touch the fishies were to come tomorrow.. So~ The sun wasn't out entirely becos of the clouds, which was like perfect weather MAMA~ No one brought the camera cause obviously they were scared on the first day that it might drop into the water~ Haha..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw clown fishes! Nemo~ and huge clam shells.. Baby sharks! But that was on our second day trip to Pulau Redang! You know the movie Summer Mo Mo Tea? Ya, that movie was shot on this very infamous island itself.. And we got to feed the fishes there! Haha.. with stale, expired and rotten bread though..  Anyway~ all we had to do was to get a tiny little piece into the water, and the fishes virtually swarms towards us! Yay~ Oh Man.. what a sight.. though some of the fishes which are quite fierce almost bit my fingers away.. HA! What's more.. I saw an Eel! A morrid eel if I got the spelling right.. It was fierce man! Hiding under some corals, I dove down for a brief second to catch a glimpse of it, HA! Got a shock in the end because of its fearsome fangs if you call them.. Like a Dracula kinda look you get me?  Hokay~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the snorkeling.. Ahh.. I could say we had a lot of fun and most of us are really wasted.. The boatmen brought us to another island, where the ppl there were rearing leather back baby turtles~ Kawaii~ Reminds me of the tortoises that I had but these are so much cuter! Haha~ We got to touch it.. I held one up with my fingers and immediately it was struggling to get out of my "claws". LMAO.. In the end, it got tired and stopped, gave me the "Ok~ now what do you want with me?" kinda look. HOHO~ Felt like bringing one home so badly! But its illegal.. ="| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there wasn't much night entertainment programs so I had to eat a lot of stuff to cover the time.. Haha.. Its an lousy excuse, but I wish I got to taste the much hyped-about butter prawns that the rest were talking about which I never got to taste.. Anyway~ on the night when England beat Ecuador 1 nil.. Hai~ but sadly I just found out they have LOST OUT TO PORTUGAL ON PENALTIES! Damn.. C'mon Germany you can win the World Cup! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway~  We met an interesting Malay waiter called Miyagi who could speak Mandarin because he used to attend a Chinese school~ Haha.. He's super corny man.. "Gen ni wan shua er yi" was his cat phrase. He treated me, Kenneth and ZiLong to a bottle of Orand Utan that night~ Wow.. Cheap liqour but good stuff.. Mixed with 7-up.. but actually nice on the pure one too.. HOKAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right right.. Lets look at some photos now~ &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/320/P1100567.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- Beautiful beautiful sunset at Pulau Perhentian..        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/320/P1100584.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- Sorry for the crazy hairdo, the wind was even crazier..      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/320/P1100601.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- Setting out to Pulau Redang on the next day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/320/P1100623.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- Laguna Resort at Redang.. Ain't the water just blue!!??          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/320/P1100591.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- "I've got wind in my hair~ OoOo~ AwWw~"            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/320/P1100648.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- Laguna Resort Up closer.. Aint the beach just beautiful.. even more so with those girls.. Tsk Tsk.. Mark O mark..         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/320/P1100677.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- The infamous More More Tea Inn~ HOHO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/320/P1100698.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- Candid.. ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/320/P1100740.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- Next we moved on to islands nearby for one last snorkeling trip..         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/320/P1100752.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- Feed the fishies!            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/320/P1100786.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- Not the HUMANS!           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/320/P1100715.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- Jetty at the Marine Park. This place had a real lotsa fishies..           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/320/P1100730.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- I tried to pick up some seashells while at the Marine Park.. but I didn't know it was illegal! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/320/P1100837.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- The somewhat concluding group photo.. Hip Hip~ Arghh.. nevermind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the trip, I never knew Malaysia could be so FUN! I'm proud of my country man~ Malaysia Boleh!~ Going to Pulau Tioman on 7/7.. *shrugs* A bit too fast and crazy.. but what the hey~ I'm stressed! Thus I need another holiday.. Haha.. Valid reason.. Certified by Myself.. Ok anyway~ its about time to sleep! OMG.. TAKE CARE~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-115178427436367083?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/115178427436367083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=115178427436367083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115178427436367083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115178427436367083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/07/dream-little-dream-blog-little-blog_02.html' title='Dream a little dream, Blog a little blog. (Part 2)'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-115177480048726536</id><published>2006-07-01T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T04:36:57.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a little dream, Blog a little blog. (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Don't cha wish your girlfriend was RICH like me? DON'T CHA~~~ Haha.. that's what JL and I came up with this afternoon. In case you were wondering, we were stipulating about what our next girlfriend would be like.. but anyway the rich thingy is a joke lar, cause I wouldn't know how to handle a rich girlfriend~ HOHO!~ ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~ Slept till 2 plus today.. Some much needed good sleep!  Yai Yai..~ Alright, I wanna now blog about all the happenings that I have not been updating on~ Ready, get set..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right, so 14th June was my graduation day! Hooray~ because I have graduated and BOO~ because I still had to go back school for work the next day.. HA! You didn't need to know that, so just let me show you some of the photos now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1010363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/P1010363.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- The Venue: Ngee Ann Convention Centre! Anyway, this is where all the other peeps in NP holds the graduations..                                &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1010371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/P1010371.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^-- So on top of that stage, each of us go up one by one when our names are called to receive our Diploma and any awards that we are getting. Since I didn't have any guests to help me take picture of me receiving the prize, try imagining me receiving that award instead of Amelia in that pic. HAA! *pathetic*  -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hokay~ So after receiving whatever we need to, and do whatever we need to (walk up, trip, stand up, smile, walk slow, shake hands, smile for the camera, and get the hell out of the stage..), we were then invited for a buffet reception outside the reception area. I got to go into the VIP area, and may I emphasize, the room had SALMON MEAT! DURIAN HUFF and PUFFS! SOYA MONTOYA MILK a whole lot more. BUT~ we were requested to take pictures with the staff first.. Poor me.. Had to starve and fake a smile while food is hanging on every inch of my mind.. =o.. But eventually I got to gobble up the food anyway~ HOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/SSL20885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/SSL20885.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;--&gt; I sincerely think they should put this up as a standard proper attire example for following        graduating batches in the whole of NP~ =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/SSL20864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/SSL20864.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^-- Ahh.. Me in the stuffy coat, TaaKing PiCia with the Guest and Principal. The only person I can relate to in that picture is Efin.. who's beside me.. standing next to me.. OK~ There was like this m'am who congratulated everyone knowing everyone's name except for mine. HAHA! "What an honour.." -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/P1100425.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So next we went back to the BME centre for some phototaking session as it seems like the last chance for all of us to be squeezed within a tiny little frame together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1010420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/P1010420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd (incomplete) Graduating BME Batch 2006! and the teaching staff~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/SSL20896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/SSL20896.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^-- Random picture. Can you notice how centre-ly centre Efin is standing? Now that's what you call good centralisation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1100446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/P1100446.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;^-- More PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/P1010422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/P1010422.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;-- This is definitely GAY~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/SSL20913.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/SSL20913.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/SSL20915.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/SSL20915.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^-- On the right, colleagues from Nextwave Biomedical. On the left.. hmm.. well pretty normal senior and his senile junior graduates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^-- Efin was the one with the idea, and hence you could see the light bulb lighting up above her head.. HAHA~ Behold~ the Gold and Silver Medals..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. 3 yrs in poly felt like 2 and a half.. Haha, made no difference but what the hey~ Must say I'm gonna miss a whole lotsa stuff there.. Tsk tsk.. I was carrying a really emotional mood when everyone has to move on now, but its for everyone's own good sake! Hokay~ Most of the guys are going or have gone into NS, damn nice guys.. leaving all the Uni babes for me.. Touched man~ GAN DONG! Most of the ladies are actually out working now.. Well good luck with that! Let's see what the social Uni's gotta teach all of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orite~ That would be all for my graduation.. Next Stop, Trip to Pulau Perhentian and Pulau Redang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-115177480048726536?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/115177480048726536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=115177480048726536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115177480048726536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115177480048726536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/07/dream-little-dream-blog-little-blog.html' title='Dream a little dream, Blog a little blog. (Part 1)'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-115047839318054789</id><published>2006-06-16T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T01:19:53.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic~</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/152624/criss_angel_and_half_a_woman.swf" width="346" height="305" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what's your reaction to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jaw dropped..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose dropped..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww.. Whatever happened to the usual tricks? Haha.. Gosh.. I must be really old fashioned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry! There's no sugar~"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-115047839318054789?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/115047839318054789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=115047839318054789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115047839318054789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115047839318054789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/06/magic.html' title='Magic~'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-115042401463284903</id><published>2006-06-16T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T10:13:34.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monk'D ~!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think.. I'm just such a kind person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 'robbed' of 5 bucks just this morning while I was waiting for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite mad about it, thus I'm blogging about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fellow, is no different from a daylight robber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His occupation requires that the head must be clean-shaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came up to me, and handed me a 'bon voyage' kinda amulet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just held it, and straight away he took out a donation booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH! There goes my 5 bucks because I had no smaller change! That's it, I'm gonna strap onto myself a whole magazine of 1 dollar coins just for this kind of emergencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought he would at least say a prayer for me and my family or something.. Ohh~ but no~ Mr. Shiny Bald Act Like A Monk Thief took my money and went off~ Not even a thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope his temple burns because of the incense that they spent on with the donations. Just kidding. I won't stoop down to their level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this how you get donations nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$%!!@#$%!@$...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-115042401463284903?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/115042401463284903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=115042401463284903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115042401463284903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115042401463284903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/06/monkd.html' title='Monk&apos;D ~!'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-115022365681263038</id><published>2006-06-14T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T02:34:18.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship graduation</title><content type='html'>WoOoOo~ About twelve hours to go to my graduation ceremony! Yay.. Well, it might the last time that I'll see the people that I've seen during the 3 years in Ngee Ann but I'm not gonna cry because I'm an emo-over-sensitive-weiner.. Haha..~ None the less, I'm excited about later, though I would have to wake up early and iron my clothes 0=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.. I think they come and go just like the wind, to pick you up if you have the problem of walking with a slanted body. Sometimes they can't stay with you through all the stages in your life, but I thank everyone who were part of my life now and then. Having friends is such a blessing, especially when you see other people who does have some, but none whose hearts are true. HEHE! So everything you do, you need to have the heart to do it because its the only way.. that wouldn't be considered as wasting your time, as in there was no meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, its hard to talk to anyone, much less being able to speak right through to the heart for some. If you ever have someone that you think you can talk and listen to, cherish that someone while you still can. Literally. For me, I'm the kind who's ok with a small social circle, just feel better with familiar faces around me. Of course, no one would resist a better surrounding, but I go for a 'home' feeling.. Haha.. which is stupid I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I wanna catch the Brazil VS Croatia match in a moment. Better grab something yellow to show my support. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-115022365681263038?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/115022365681263038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=115022365681263038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115022365681263038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/115022365681263038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/06/friendship-graduation.html' title='Friendship graduation'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-114942667935226233</id><published>2006-06-04T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:53:44.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 3 Entries</title><content type='html'>Ahoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home for the weekend.. Played ball with Martin and his friends, which was really fun since I haven't touch a basketball for ages! After the game, went to a eating house.. Oh my god~ the waitress's CUTE! If you took a one second glance, you would have thought you saw Ryoko Hirosue.. or that's just my own assumption.. Haha.. Short hair, but the boyish style.. and she remembers what I ordered.. Hao Tie Xin OH~ HoOoOo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had dinner with my mom, sis and baby xiang in Pizza hut at Holiday Plaza. I think it's like about 10 years since I last ate in there.. Haha.. And Yeah! I got a new pair of specs! Because both degrees went up by 50 to 425 per eye now.. Saddening because the higher the degree, the more inconvenient it is for me to aim when I wake up to pee in the morning.. =x NAH~ Only just joking.. HoHo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been quite some time since I last updated the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted to highlight 3 of the best entries that are to me, the best so far~ Haha.. Why? Why it's to sort of celebrate myself for half a year of blogging~ HoKay~ Let's check it out..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following sequence does not represent their standings. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most 'Bo Liao' Entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-to-do-when-you-had-475-seconds-of.html"&gt;http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-to-do-when-you-had-475-seconds-of.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My record for the Minesweeper still stands at around 400 seconds.. Dots.. Cause other people can do it in minus 200 seconds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most 'Original' Entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/05/wheres-my-kite.html"&gt;http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/05/wheres-my-kite.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God, if there's one, that this is an original by me, myself and I. It's close to my heart because I wrote it as a.. how to say.. a way of letting go of something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All rights reserved and preserved for William. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most 'Embarassing' Entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/05/karaoke-f-u-n-ny.html"&gt;http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/05/karaoke-f-u-n-ny.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I love this one.. and that's why I posted it because I really find myself Ph-Ph-Ph-Funny lo.. Just brightens up the day doesn't it? HeeHeE~ OW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's any misconception that my singing is really lousy, allow me to prove you wrong if you ever invite me to a karaoke session.. Haha.. I've been training my voice to hit the higher notes ok~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-114942667935226233?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/114942667935226233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=114942667935226233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114942667935226233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114942667935226233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/06/top-3-entries.html' title='Top 3 Entries'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-114883243355798367</id><published>2006-05-28T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:07:13.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dollar a day, Makes me gay~</title><content type='html'>If you didn't know, saving up is very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for guys, or actually those whom are looking to settle down already. No, not me lar.. Haha, just had this thought when I went to see my niece again today. It is because I'm reminded of my father, who still has to feed me obviously. Ain't my fault that I don't wish to work yet, just blame my destiny!~ HoOoOo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's about time that I reinstate my primary school saving plan.. THE SAVE A DOLLAR A DAY MAKES YOU GAY saves-your-ass-one-day saving plan. ^_^ I still remember the time that I was so innocently kind enough to donate about 10 one dollar coins that I stuffed in my wallet once. WoW~ Show off..~ #$%&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm already 20, and without even a thousand bucks in savings, and seeing that I would probably settle down at the age of 30 plus, I was wondering how much I could save up if I obediently 'piggy bank' up my one dollaz senoritaz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years.. X 365 days a year.. = 3650 bucks! WoW~ More than enough for a simple buffet reception! EEEEEEEEEEEEconomical for a ordinary wedding ceremony~ that's if I marry a chicken.. Hmmp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I gave the plan up.. Haha.. But ACTUALLY~ 365 dollars a year, is actually enough to take care of a lot of stuff if you think it through. I have come up with a number of them because I'm bored and curious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;SPEND IT ON WILLIAM TAN!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enough to cover your medical expenses for minor colds, flus, fevers if you fall sick about 10 times a year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get yourself a reasonable good enough Handphone (provided you're luckily enough to meet with an promotion) with camera, MP3, radio abilities, everything! EXCEPT~ it can't make calls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The extra bit of money always comes in handy during the Great Singapore Sale!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a fucking nice Yamaha or equivalent guitar.. #$%&amp;amp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change them into 1 cents at any POSB/DBS outlets just to check if the coin machines are still functioning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then put them back in the bank~ HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can eat a whole year of 1SGD chicken rice available in Yishun. No matter rain or shine~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realise how much a pack of 1SGD chicken rice pack can mean to a poor family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surely, you have developed the ability to swiftly dip the one dollar coin into your piggy bank.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Sometimes, I think everyone is just so spoiled for choices, especially when you only have that much to spend. Life's just so full of decisions. But some just like to call it fate or destiny whether you made a right decision or a wrong one. I finally submited my appeal to NUS, hope I get in cos I love the Indian food in the Engin Canteen. Hmmp.. no wonder I'm dropping more hair than ever.. Bald and shiny.. YIKES!   &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-114883243355798367?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/114883243355798367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=114883243355798367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114883243355798367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114883243355798367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/05/dollar-day-makes-me-gay.html' title='A dollar a day, Makes me gay~'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-114818504867591612</id><published>2006-05-21T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T12:17:28.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID DUMB DUMB!</title><content type='html'>AAaRRrRrrGgGggGHhhHHHh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I posted an entry about me being lost about dates and everything, it seems like I'm still clueless about dates!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to attend some songwriting seminar.. To think I woke up so early today to send them an email that I wanna attend.. THEN!?~ when I saw the date on 'Madeline'.. ITS ALREADY 21st MAY!!! The thing was on the 20th! AHH DOIIIII~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizzz.. *sigh and sigh* Luckily its not the only seminar, but the next one is all the way till June 17th. I had better set an alarm reminder or something. I'm lost in time~ somebody help me!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was out yesterday with my coursemates to seminars held by NTU and NUS. Wow~ we had a lot of food. A lot of pastries.. a lot of drinks.. which in the end, were flushed down the toilet bowl by me this morning. ^_^ I was very unlucky not to win the first prize in the NUS lucky draw. They gave me a lion doll with the NUS logo on it instead. Dots~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were at PS, and Chin Hou and I stepped into the Yamaha music school to check out the guitars. Haizzz.. *sigh sigh and sigh* What's the difference between a 200 bucks guitar and a 70 bucks one? You know the answer.. I've been like thinking about that after I played on it.. Feel like crying.. and stealing it home.. but that would be unhonourable, and difficult.. I cant't possibly hide it inside my pants and walk out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AaarRrRrgGgGGHhhhhhhHhh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-114818504867591612?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/114818504867591612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=114818504867591612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114818504867591612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114818504867591612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/05/stupid-dumb-dumb.html' title='STUPID DUMB DUMB!'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-114805491770245758</id><published>2006-05-19T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T12:05:46.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke  F U N ! ! ! ny..</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. What would William do when he sees a karaoke system, and mikes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE WOULD GRAB IT! AND BLOODY HOG IT! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in this case, I was kinda 'forced' to perform these next 2 songs, for the crowd~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the background music is still playing, kindly push the 'Esc' button to terminate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a sucky day, I hope the videos cheer you up~ if not.. Go To Sleep~ Wake up and its another day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright~ Knock yourselves out! I enjoyed watching them myself.. HOoOooooO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;An attempt to sound like Ah Du..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DvAAAAG7ggqAHSiJjpW0D3w4aYTWkeTsCjaap68UHytIGQvZXjcPprXT9VbTJzn7UDGh_nsqGog4VcAFCWWMENW6AQe1AUPpnvniMj4rNeEvIGyGZ2Xi1leMnmgKSGTLQbkkqyEHhXGG7VXsj3WfFNULnE9Wkb7vY0ST9c3JfyZJEWQ1JzeaXCHD5clus0ZCj8SYh2rz-5WZQj2WuIZqTc-hX2U3UyWdth5IUZ-LeBc41Uj2Q1hW5l5g2zHEd-4koOD1c2Q%26sigh%3D87sgdNOTwGOAKGyX3zL3Lin4k1c%26begin%3D0%26len%3D143500%26docid%3D-3994896601889133566&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer%3Fapp%3Dvss%26contentid%3D35b0081fac42f651%26second%3D5%26itag%3Dw320%26urlcreated%3D1148053760%26sigh%3DYM0CMy1xFNeMYlu4wZKj7BeFeZU&amp;amp;playerId=-3994896601889133566" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" wmode="window" salign="TL" flashvars="playerMode=embedded"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which in the end.. brought out my inner desire to perform..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trying to act passionate.. but of course.. just for fun.. (^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DuAAAAG7ggqAHSiJjpW0D3w4aYTU70Fqjhk-9nVUQ6jcd5zuVvkOGhw1dnyiskyYoxmhpSyeKzTdWTPEYdIN6927_vU7sDdYEy45z8gUY1neviEwnYCmOC7Bs8elVbyQxFLwkDErzKklxH9kmBnmgQI93utpB6frfpf25_ize4zNTiNQ9WLjYxNep5Gip7g9a_fjySXPVPy0vxOod9XPEUBlBB6stjP7AhM75jKNSkq0E-9YwchK0PBT4_A5XuyN1N3tyLQ%26sigh%3DndST7_ASgw6nZKeLRTwgrCZ5R74%26begin%3D0%26len%3D208499%26docid%3D-1101445036714948268&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer%3Fapp%3Dvss%26contentid%3De39ef64186700a1f%26second%3D5%26itag%3Dw320%26urlcreated%3D1148053760%26sigh%3DqX_RURUnBxnxD-Wfl8nefpRXU4g&amp;amp;playerId=-1101445036714948268" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" wmode="window" salign="TL" flashvars="playerMode=embedded"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Hate mails? Anyone..? Hoho..~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-114805491770245758?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/114805491770245758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=114805491770245758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114805491770245758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114805491770245758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/05/karaoke-f-u-n-ny.html' title='Karaoke  F U N ! ! ! ny..'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-114761979681208012</id><published>2006-05-14T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:16:36.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week like there's no other</title><content type='html'>Yo~ I had a fun weekend! How was yours? I hope its good, if not, too bad~ Life is all about handling ups and downs. Hur hur.. sound sarcastic I know, but I mean it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched MI3 with Hairul, Amelia and Kenneth.  Wasn't  bad at all, give it 8 popcorns out of 10, because I threw the 2 left at the screen. Why!? There's one lousy part of the movie. Tom is suppose to go inside a Chinese building which is so heavily guarded (or so they said it is in the movie), and they never show a bloody part on how he managed to steal the 'Rabbit's Foot'. The story was kinda cliched too, hence I threw the other popcorn on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of movies, there are so many choices this summer~ Wow.. Better watch our wallets. (^_^) I think most of you are definitely gonna catch Da Vinci and XMEN3. I AM TOO! WOOHOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Madam Wong this Thursday. Surprise surprise~ Its the first time I'm there, and I went with Eunice and WanTing. The place rocks I tell ya~ or that was because I was 3/4 drunk by the time the place got heated up. OR it was the company I had. Yea~ The 2 girls were great sport.. Haha~ Even though I waited for 2 plus hours, but nevermind, I had fun~ hiak hiak~ Clubbing's fun when there's 3 things:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good company~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music is UP enough!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AND drinks to get you 3/4 drunk! Argh! Hao high..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So I got back home around 5 plus in the morn. Slept till 12 plus I think, when my stomach needed fuel for the day~ I can't believe I was smiling when I was brushing my teeth. Haha.. I really had fun last night, wasn't having a hangover, think I was just still high~ Reminds me of the song that goes :"I'm gonna get high~ I'm gonna get high~I'm gonna get HIGH~" by some afro guy I think..&lt;br /&gt;I thought from then I was just gonna waste the day away, when I receive a call from JiaLong:"Wanna go KBOX?" Omg.. I regret saying yes.. COS WE SANG FROM 730 TILL 3! It was a 'OLDIES' night. Haha, its not like we get to sing these oldies often so why not get retro? Hoho~ Grasshoppers' songs rocks man. Haha.. Alamak wasapa~ Ok.. I won't go on.. There were 6 of us in total, Me, JiaLong, FengYi, WeiLing, Malcolm (who passed out around 130) and HuiWen (who went off around 10 cos father scold, later also complained that she sang too little and having to pay 20 bucks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday~ Happy mother's day Ma~ Wishing you here cause I never call you today because I hate you! LOL.. For not attending my graduation ceremony because your lazy to go and do your passport~ Hurgh~ (Of cos I'm not that petty.. but you know, I would really love it if my parents could be there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orite~ Tune in next week~ Cause the funny karaoke videos of me are coming up~ Yea yea.. I gaurantee you see me act stupid! You psycho freaks!~ haha.. Wanna spread the joy cos I'm still feeling high~ (*o*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-114761979681208012?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/114761979681208012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=114761979681208012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114761979681208012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114761979681208012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/05/week-like-theres-no-other.html' title='A week like there&apos;s no other'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-114684493976883835</id><published>2006-05-05T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:02:19.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my kite?</title><content type='html'>What a day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday, the 5th of May! I'm seeing fives today~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this f-f-f-Friday, I would like to share a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about a man and a woman, and a kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A long time ago, there was a man, and a woman, who seats together on the sofa in the middle of their room~ The typical sort of couple, who bickers for fun, shout for attention and quarrels over the tiniest little things. Argh~ How vexing.. (Thank goodness I'm single.. But~ that's not the point of this story. ^o^ Hoho~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    One faithful day, when enough was enough, hints of breaking up struck the lovebirds. Struggling they were, over how to tell the other the earth shaking new development in their exclusive relationship, but neither of them could bring out the words. And so~ they were worlds apart even though their body was in contact with each other with the slightest hold of the hands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Funny thing fate is, it brought them together and could now bring them apart. Flashbacks of the past flew past their minds in the most fashionable way, from the Day 1 they first met each other, Day 43 that they went out on the blur first date till the Day XXXs that they have been together for god knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Woman:"It was a rollercoaster ride.."&lt;br /&gt;    Man:"She makes great~                             sandwiches in the morning for me.."&lt;br /&gt;    Woman:"He's the longest boyfriend I have ever been together with.."&lt;br /&gt;    Man:"Shouldn't waste those D-cups.. Hmm.."&lt;br /&gt;    Woman:"But the future looks blink for us.. I wished we could talk like before.."&lt;br /&gt;    Man:"Should I just let her go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Failing to come up with a decision in their home, they took a walk round the park near their place of stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Walking down the lone pathway, single and lone because you don't see 2 pathways down a direction in a park, they breathed not a word to each other, just dragged their feet along, the way they are dragging each other tired in their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    A seemingly unspoiled butterfly shaped kite, laid untouched on a patch of grass and it caught their eyes, just as they were about to return home from the boring little walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The man, picked it up. Turned towards the woman, smiled, had the very first eye contact of their walk and said:"We always talked about flying one, how about now? It could be the first and the last.." Simultaneously, their eyes turned from each others' to the kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Suddenly, a huge gust of wind swept the kite away from the man's hands, and flew up into the dusky skies. They both held tightly to the string attached to the kite. Soon, it flew higher and higher, till it was nearly smaller than a dot, ok, but it was quite a huge dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Woman:"I love you Man.. but I think I should let go.. I'm tired.." Having said it finally, she let go of her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Just about instantaneously, the Man shut his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The woman, puzzled, placed her hands on the man's cheeks. Tears strolled through the gaps of his eyelids.. "Oh.. Look at me.. We really aren't like before anymore.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Man:"I closed my eyes, before I saw the kite fly away from my very own hands. The same hands that held the string you were holding on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And I would like to always remember the part that we flew this kite together, and that I never ever saw it flying away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You may fly away just like the kite, but I have never seen it happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    One day, it may come back to me, even if I would have to wait, but when that day comes, I'll open my eyes, and see it again. And I'll hold on to the string tight and hope it never leaves me again.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what the woman did? Will she leave the silly man alone in his dream? Or fall back into his arms again so that he would open his stubborn eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no ending to this story cause you can decide for yourself what kind of an ending you would like to give it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. Just do something that you will never regret.. That's the most impt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think my story sucks~ feel free to send me hate emails to will_twl@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and have a fun weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-114684493976883835?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/114684493976883835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=114684493976883835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114684493976883835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114684493976883835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/05/wheres-my-kite.html' title='Where&apos;s my kite?'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-114638226612989837</id><published>2006-04-30T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:31:06.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Near Death Encounter</title><content type='html'>I'm still alive~!!! Thank Guan Lima..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesternight, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;JL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Mal &lt;/span&gt;and I were in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Fengyi&lt;/span&gt;'s car. We went to CCK for Kbox. Firstly, let me explain what went on earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;JL &lt;/span&gt;thought of a good way to cut down on our taxi money so he got Fengyi to drive her father's car. But I didn't know that she haven't drove in the night before! The scarry thing was.. the way she drove.. it made our hearts pump faster than the engine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she accelerated the car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tone and her expression when she talked to us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car that she bumped into just before leaving for CCK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red light that she crossed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carpark parking encounter.. in which finally some kind hearted BBTC instructor helped out with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Get more practice, and never panic.. You could never pass a key into the keyhole if you keep shaking.. ScArY`~`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kbox was fun yesternight.. We spent like 5 hours so each of us had around 1 hour plus of singing. I was being booed for singing girls' songs.. LOL.. But its because I just find them easier to sing.. Of course that were just fun songs~ its another thing for the more passionate.. or should I say serious songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok~ I should go and watch my 'Da Chang Jin' liao.. missed out so much already.. Have a fun long weekend everybody!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-114638226612989837?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/114638226612989837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=114638226612989837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114638226612989837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114638226612989837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/04/near-death-encounter.html' title='Near Death Encounter'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-114597967328471254</id><published>2006-04-25T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:41:13.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 days in the making~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Firstly, I would like to address my first line of this entry to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;HuiQi &lt;/span&gt;with regards to why she called me an idiot.. @#$%.. WHY!? Haha.. Just kidding..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;inda busy, not forgetting lazy since I started my temporary work again last week. The working hours are like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from 9 to 630. Sometimes ending at 7 plus.. Quite tired after getting back.. So naturally the bed look real appealing to me, instead of my 'Madeline' (laptop). &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The weekends are s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pent, watching 'Da Chang Jin'! *LoL* Oh~ Hao hao kan oh.. I don't know why I'm attracted to that show initially, but nonetheless, my aunt and I bugged my cousin to buy the VCDs so we could watch it during the weekends instead of staying up for the 10pm show on Chan U.. Haha..~ Lee Young Ae looks so pretty in that traditional Korean costume. Her hands are like so tender and soft. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Chin Hou&lt;/span&gt; told me he went to meet Lee Young Ae at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some plaza when she came to Singapore last week. The guy beside him told him that he shooked her hands, and commented it was like holding the hands of someone who bathed her hands in m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ilk everyday~ *Envy wor~* Haha.. If there's one thing that Koreans are good at besides Samsung handphones, it is their dramas and music.. Basically their entertainment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; business is selling like hotcakes man~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orite~ I guess that's about all. Kinda tired and dunno what to talk about. Oh.. There is one thing.. I was on the bus home today.. Then in the bus there's like this spot where you stand right? I was somehow squeezed inside a corner. The funny thing w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as, there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; was this gerl, or woman, quite plump and far from chubby~ She stood in front of me. Haha.. Why I laugh huh..? Ok.. So there I was.. When the bus came to a certain stop, there was this seat that was empty and I wanted to move over, but the fat lady was standing in front of me, and quite closely, and she was looking away. I wanted to move over but was afraid.. cause her huge B O O B S was kinda blocking the way, besides there was this real big guy b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eside of me. I was afraid of knocking into her B B, so I coughed to signal her, but sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e didn't notice it! Apparently she was on her MP3 player! Oh Effk! Cold as I was standing there like a prisoner inside walls of fats around me. So my advise is this~ los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e weight and cut down on MP3 players, they hurt your health and the people around you~ Hur Hur  q[^-^]p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I got bitten on the butt by a mosquitoe. It itches..~ =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And here are some pics of my niece~ She's 3 mths plus old!~ She's smiling! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/Image%28203%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/Image%28201%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/Image%28201%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/Image%28208%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/Image%28208%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-114597967328471254?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/114597967328471254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=114597967328471254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114597967328471254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114597967328471254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/04/12-days-in-making.html' title='12 days in the making~'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-114492420316303639</id><published>2006-04-13T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T18:30:03.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pain No Gain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/Picture0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/Picture0030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I have thick skin (from the "friendly'' people aorund me.. @#$%), but now I know its not true because it isn't the case for my fingetips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hai yo.. I've been practising hard on the guitar these few days, but my fingertips hurt! A lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The moment I press my fingertips down on the strings, they sink in virtually~! Drats.. Then I have to apply even more pressure to push it down if not it wouldn't touch the fret and the sound will 'zhao seah'.. Ah doi..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai yo.. I hope my fingertips toughen up soon or else I'm gonna ring them up with scotchtapes.. LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Having a stiff neck and a wrist that hurts plus a back that is pricked by a thousand needles. Woke up the same position as I fell into sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.2 Get well soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-114492420316303639?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/114492420316303639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=114492420316303639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114492420316303639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114492420316303639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-pain-no-gain.html' title='No Pain No Gain'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-114477689911851727</id><published>2006-04-12T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T01:34:59.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life too bland..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hardly complain. So when I do, it really means something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went swimming with Kok today, was the best swim so far because we did manage 6 laps of continuous swimming instead of the usual 'dipping in water'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I was chatting with him, then somehow we tap onto the topic of being lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok~ I hardly complain about it, but I guess I really do feel lonely sometimes~ Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So his idea of "denying" loneliness is through the help of his on/off girlfriend of.. *count count* 4 years plus, which would be the same for me if I was still together with.. Oh forget about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right, as I was saying, Yup~ that's why he chose to stay on with her, because he said you feel better when you have at least someone who cares about ya. Aww..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I gotta admit, he's better at loving someone than me. I mean he knows how gifts can make up anything most of the time, and how to.. just keep someone wanting about ya. I suck totally.. *shakes head.. shake shake shake..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because I'm too timid when it comes to affairs of the heart. LOL.. Kai Kiat always says I'm a hen-pecked man, and I sort of agree with him, only in my heart but not on the exterior because of 'face' issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So when would I be able to pluck up more courage, take my stand, and show the dominant side of me? I did a horoscope and birthdate sorta test and it says most probably I'm gonna settle down late in life. What the.. I just hope my parents are still around to carry their grandchildren by then.. Haha.. That's my MAIN concern..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning how ta love in the most naturally way, is it a 'your born with it' that kinda thing or is it something that you can learn? Hmm.. For me, I confirm have to do more research on how ta love man.. And its not only because I fear of settling late and not being able to get a spouse, but I think its important also because of the way you are going to treat the people around ya. Who wouldn't benefit from just a little love from the ones around you rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I heard people saying that the first step of loving someone, is to love yourself first. And I think to myself.. I don't really like myself.. LOL~ I think I gotta be a little more vain than I already am ya? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK~ Its settled. I'm in control of my own life cause no one else bothers about it. So whether its gonna be bland or tasty.. I'll just let nature takes its course~ LOL (still not helping myself.. hai)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-114477689911851727?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/114477689911851727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=114477689911851727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114477689911851727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114477689911851727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-too-bland.html' title='Life too bland..?'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-114459493350592963</id><published>2006-04-09T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:02:13.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I've been really really 'away' for some time.. Haha.. I was cooping myself back in Msia.. Slacking and giving myself a well deserved rest, since it's my "holidays" while waiting for my employment pass to work out.. Hope Mr. Chee better remember lar.. PLS DUN ANYHOW ABANDON SHIP!!!~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhow~.. Went to Kukup Pontian last weekend with all the BME peeps for the seaside chalet that I think it is called.. FUN FUN! Ok.. Not Bad Lar.. [sometimes I find people in Singapore a bit stingy with their praises] and so it was the best outing that we had, according to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lionel&lt;/span&gt; because I not only taught him how to play mahjong, even &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hairul&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/span&gt; picked it up that night.. Hooray~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt; also know a bit liao lar.. Just need to know that you shouldn't anyhow throw your tiles ok? LOL~ and oh~ the best karaoke song was me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;JiaHui&lt;/span&gt; singing the 'Xiao Fu Qi' song by Ocean &amp; Chai Cun Jia.. Took me 3 tries to get the final verse correct~ Haha! 'Pardon me' if I didn't get her name right.. Heh heh.. Oh and.. I supposedly have 3 videos of myself.. singing funny versions of various songs recorded by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;.. Haha.. will try to get hold of it.. then post here for u all to luff about~ muahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok.. so over the pass few days of isolation.. I've finally been able to complete a verse of a song I'm thinking about~ Here goes~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Untitled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometime ago, You were all I needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now time has passed us by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Am I still waiting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who's to know what tomorrow brings for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Melancholic yesterdays haunts me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I can't seem to forget about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dreams of you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Were they what I made believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to call it for the moment.. Haha.. it has been without a name for quite sometime now.. Hai.. lately got no inspiration or motivation~ But must BUCK UP BUCK UP! and Yeah! I finally learnt how to play Radiohead's Creep on the guitar liao.. LOL.. G B C Cminor.. for the entire song.. so simple.. but I can't get the strumming rite yet.. Ya.. so.. will work harder~ q[^-^]p&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/20507782-114459493350592963?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/114459493350592963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=114459493350592963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114459493350592963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114459493350592963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/04/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-114338459421448832</id><published>2006-03-26T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T22:49:54.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring 'SHun'-day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept for almost 16+ hours when I reached home yesterday around 7 and slept all the way till 12 or 1~ was hungry halfway through my sleep, but slept it through.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orite.. I was exhausted from the first chalet in 3 years from my course people~ Haha.. some say pathetic.. Well I have no comments.. Pretty boring.. PS2 got people hog.. Cards got people hog.. And the food!~ ok lar.. haha.. they taste all the same.. just feel up the stomach only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/Picture0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"names for the cups that we hold.. wat the?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most happening thing tt night~ was the "Late Night Sabo-Show with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/span&gt; the Suay One". LOL. I really gotta say Sorry! to him man. Count yourself really unlucky to kana all the 4 dares in the rounds that &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hairul&lt;/span&gt; and I won. Haha! So what did my brave and sporty friend do?&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shortlist~:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash the tips of his specs in the toilet bowl (of cos wash clean liao put back..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat Oreo with chilli servings~ (LOL!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick up a banana skin from the bin and keep it in his shorts for more than 5 seconds~ &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and finally stuff his mouth with toilet paper for the whole of the next round of Blackjack (EwWwwW~)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Claps and applause* Kenneth Er ladies and gentlemen~ =D give us a wave Kenny~ *fans wave frantically and shout:"over here over here!"*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha.. Ok. I laughed my heads off tt night. No one could have been more of a sporty sore loser than him~ (^_^) Oh well.. I got my just deserts before we started the game anyway for kicking my leg everywhere without a reason and knocking it against the side of the bed..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone plays the drums game in the arcade!? Haha! I'm in love with the game.. Kinda outdated I know, but HEY~ I had late exposure to the game. LOL. Interested personnel please contact me for a game or two~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. My feet still hurts from the knock.. Owww.. poor blue black..~ ="&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-114338459421448832?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/114338459421448832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=114338459421448832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114338459421448832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114338459421448832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/03/boring-shun-day.html' title='Boring &apos;SHun&apos;-day~'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-114234811941992616</id><published>2006-03-14T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:55:07.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy *..counting* 48th Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>Yupz! Today is my mummy's birthday. Just 3 days before mine! Haha. I never knew that until like I was in Secondary 1 or something. (Yeah I was a real dimwit during my early stages of my life. Many reasons to support that fact, let me give you the top 3 reasons. 1: I refused to wear a Kids' Swatch given to me by my uncle and aunt, gosh I was so unmaterialistic then. 2: I never used to wish the people around me Happy Birthdays~ *-*  3: I didn't got together with my childhood sweetheart who carried a flame for me~ Damn I'm so stupid.. [grumpling])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, well, both my parents, I don't see much of them now. Haha. I still remember when I first came to Singapore for Primary 1, my dad had to come out every weekend to bring me back Malaysia because I would miss my parents and my grandmother who was still around at that time. Specially my grandma, cause she would coax me to sleep everytime by patting on my soft little chubby cute butt which was around when I was small, unfortunately now its gone. Awwww.. Soon, going back every weekend turned into monthly, then tri-monthly, half an year, or even once a year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have very little memories or experiences with my parents. Sad isn't it? Sometimes I guess.. Well thank goodness I was blur as cork then. Haha. Still I remembered crying in bed when I turned 10 (where all the whining came but soon left), and I would be like wondering why other people stays with their parents and how come I don't get to be with mine. How come other people have their parents to cook for them and buy them stuff. Oh.. you know what children do, they whine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so! it wasn't until I came to my senses in my secondary school years, after mixing around with friends,  that no matter how far apart or how often do I see my parents, I know they care about me as much as I care about them which is not much. LOL.. Just kidding de lar.. Haha.. There's nothing wrong with their decision to put me in Singapore since it was convenient for me to travel to school, and its considered 'overseas' education for their son, Me! Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what complains do I have over all these years? Well, I used to wonder still why they don't call me as much as before, but it could be that they think I'm mature enough to handle my own life~ =D Hehe.. Wishful thinking I know.. Actually the person who has the most complains about this arrangement is my aunt!~ She's always says (auto-convert mandarin into english):"Hai.. I shouldn't have let you all come and stay in this home. Why ah? Why did I bring this to myself. Let you all stay still have to cook for you all, wash for you all, do this do that *nag nag nag*.. ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. You should get to know her, she's still so cute over all these years. Do all women have a auntie syndrome when they age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always missed having a real family time with my parents. But I always only get to spend time with one of my parent since they are not staying together for now. Sometimes I confused whether are they still together or are they not. Damn, what really happened.. and how.. But I guess the past shouldn't be raked about.. Oh well, I'll just live in the present and hope for the best in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! Its Tuesday again, which means there's EPL highlights again tonight! Yeah~ Oh and I better go call my mummy to wish her Happy Birthday before the call strikes 12~ Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-114234811941992616?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/114234811941992616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=114234811941992616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114234811941992616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114234811941992616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-counting-48th-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy *..counting* 48th Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-114174362726889464</id><published>2006-03-07T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:03:38.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombs away!!!</title><content type='html'>ChiiiiiBahhBomMMmMmm!!!!~ (that is how a bomb explode according to me.. haha~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a bomb exploded on me today.. when I reached home today.. What did I do? I went straight to the basin and blew my nose off!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL..~ You couldn't imagine just how much 'nose water' I stalled while I was on the bus home. OMG!~ my nose just seem to stop running!~ Just how much longer is it gonna take for my flu to stop!? Huh!? Huh!? HUHHHH!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sick of having to.. you know.. trying to vacuum back your 'nose water' back into your nostrils.. Haha.. Its such an hassle.. and not nice to see also, not that I'm vain or anything but probably I am.. +D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK~ Let's 'record' down what I am doing for this period of time. Its March!~ and currently I'm working part time back in Ngee Ann, helping my lecturer with some student outreach project according to Kenneth. I don't mind lar, at least I get to occupy my time and learn something as I wait for U. Also!~, my birthday is coming up!~ Just around the corner liao.. just around the corner, haven't make the turn yet.. Ok lame.. I got an SMS today wishing me Happy Birthday from my ex-sec-sch friend. She got the date wrong obviously, its 17th not 7th of March. Haha! What.. can't wait to wish old man his first 20..? Or the only 20 yo of this lifetime.. Whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey~ I'm getting a guitar.. or rather I paid the deposit but haven't go collect yet. Went with Hairul to Penisula over the last weekend and I got my eyes on a black guitar.. Yeah.. Sounds cool rite..? LOL.. crazy.. But I think I'm going to collect it this weekend. Still thinking whether I should go for lessons also.. Hmm.. kinda reluctant in paying a fee to someone who just spends one hour with you and takes away 30 bucks from you. Oh well.. Think I'm bent on learning it myself first.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orite.. that's all for today!~ going to catch EPL highlights~ Take care ppl~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-114174362726889464?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/114174362726889464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=114174362726889464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114174362726889464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114174362726889464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/03/bombs-away.html' title='Bombs away!!!'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-114140024094858228</id><published>2006-03-03T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T13:09:50.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a hole in my pocket~</title><content type='html'>Hey Y'all!~ Trying to act nigger here.. I dunno why.. Haha.. Whatever.. So I recovered from my fever, which shot up to 39.1 during the last weekend. Crazy! -.-" I almost had to go to hospital because my aunt was worried that I had contracted dengue. Siao.. Luckily I insisted I was gonna be fine.. Truthfully I turned out OK, but I still have a running nose and a sore throat. Damn, what an irritating cold this is. Sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor thrice. Embarassing sia.. The doctor, when he saw me for the third time for 3 days straight, was like What The.. Haha.. You think I want meh.. Sick what.. Persistent cold leh.. K.. I show you the medicine I collected over that 3 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/Picture0005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was 2 more bottles of cough syrup, which I finished lah, not included in the pic. Haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I havent been so sick for a very very long time, and I hope it doesnt come back again for no apparent reason. Yes, I do wanna fall sick if its for a good cause somehow or another. Haha.. Crazy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok lar.. I think its about all for me being sick. Big Deal~ huh~? =D Whatever.. I shall leave you with the gayest pic I had taken of myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's wish myself at the pink of my health!~ Cherios~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/Picture0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-114140024094858228?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/114140024094858228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=114140024094858228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114140024094858228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114140024094858228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/03/theres-hole-in-my-pocket.html' title='There&apos;s a hole in my pocket~'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-114085214759233697</id><published>2006-02-25T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:22:27.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>38.2 degrees -_-:</title><content type='html'>Wo!~ My fever is really persistent isnt he/her.. It seems to stay at above 38 degrees.. Well at least it isnt above 39 or 40.. If not I'll be staying over at some hospital~ *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a mosquito bit me or something? Nah.. It must have been yesterday.. Went swimming but the wind was blowing so freaking strong~ My fingers went cold and numb. Haha.. Weak right.. Sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not allowed to stare at my comp for too long. The woman of the house aka my aunt, wants to have my rest and be less of a burden to her.. Haha.. True.. She works the whole day ya know.. 24/7.. She has to sew bedsheets on her sewing machine all day, cook for us, wash our clothes, clean the rooms.. The most admirable quality that she has? Is that she doesn't even complain about being tired. Whereas young people nowadays like myself and my cousins complain about tiredness when we don't even help out with household chores. Da Gu! Wo Ai Ni!!! Haha.. Whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. I'm soaked in my sweat again.. Guess I better go and dry clean myself now! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-114085214759233697?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/114085214759233697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=114085214759233697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114085214759233697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114085214759233697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/02/382-degrees.html' title='38.2 degrees -_-:'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-114078083962924643</id><published>2006-02-24T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:33:59.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We only live once each day..</title><content type='html'>Yo yo yo~ its been.. 16 days since i last updated my blog! omg..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so sorry for myself.. or my blog.. haha.. whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am typing this entry, I'm breaking in sweat, because I'm running a fever, and I ate the pills for fever. Damn, the fortune teller during the new year was rite. If you fall sick during the Chinese New Year, you're really gonna be a medicine bucket for the rest of the year! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever~ haha.. I watched I Not Stupid 2 with my cousin yesterday~ Cool Man~ So Lame..&lt;br /&gt;But it was so touching, that I dropped a few tears. Even my cousin did too, which opened his running nose tap also. Haha! So lame..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool Man..~ I'm considered a graduate liao~ WooHoo~ worth celebrating.. but I'm not going to the prom. haha.. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hairul&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/span&gt;, we go open chalet ah? Steady bo..? Lol.. I guess I'm just the boring kinda guy who doesn't go to the prom or wat. I didn't go for my sec school either. Hmmp.. maybe the Univeristy's one? Haha.. If I manage to get into it first.. and solve the school fees issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out on Wednesday night with my buddy &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;See Siang&lt;/span&gt; the other day, and we were talking about girls as usual during supper at KAP mac. Haha.. and he always hold a pessimistic view about girls, since he doesn't really have luck with them. Well, neither do I.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's kinda holding a stand that girls are suckers for good looking guys, and they don't give a damn for not good looking guys, and good personal qualities only comes after an appealing exterior. He says that these good looking guys, just only have to be nice to these girls just once, and it will sort of gives them the license to not give a dman about them, but the girls will still be head over heels for these good looking lucky sonnawabitches. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its like that when you fall in love with someone. you won't know how foolish you can be or have been, until you stopped loving that special him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are with that special someone, even a moment of happiness, could be forever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you found yours! And I'm hoping to find mine too~ haha..~ but I'm not in a hurry..~&lt;br /&gt;q(^-^)p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Starting work as temp staff for my lecturer Mr. Chee next monday.. Songbo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-114078083962924643?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/114078083962924643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=114078083962924643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114078083962924643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/114078083962924643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/02/we-only-live-once-each-day_24.html' title='We only live once each day..'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-113941333224337551</id><published>2006-02-08T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:42:12.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduating Soon.. NoOOoOoOoooOooOooOOo...~</title><content type='html'>Yo! Big warm friendly YO~ Wow.. Been kinda busy for the last 2 weeks, after CNY and I had to finish up some unfinished work in my attachment. My attachment is kinda draggy and now I seriously doubt that I can finish it by next week, because it would be the last week liao! Hurray and OMG~ Lost about what job am I gonna get, worried whether I would get any.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orite.. So the CNY was kinda good.. Had again 3 bowls of sharks' fin during reunion dinner (Sorry sharky little sharkies..). Fireworks all over the place during the eve, very NicE~ My neighbour had 2 long chains or firecrackers which set off punctually at 12~ Noisy sia.. Smoky too.. Collected my ang bows and like the past few years, I got to know more about my family tree, though my parents are not that helpful with it. They just don't tell me who's who, which I think other parents would rite..? hmmp.. Oh~ On our way back home, my dad ran over a pigeon or crow or raven, not sure, but it struck our screen as we drove past~ Nope.. Luckily no blood.. Haha.. I hope the poor bird is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my house in JB was kinda like a gambling den when it came to the evening, and I would be watching TV and feeding myself all the junk food that would further irritate my already uncomfortable throat. Argh.. who cares.. I only eat these like once a year.. Anyway I'm fine now.. Haha.. Despite still alittle nosey blocked and some persistent phlegm still hanging around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ You know what? This year I didn't gamble that much~ Yeah~ Which meant that most of my ang bow money were still intact.. Haha!~ I only played 10- rounds mahjong with a couple of my cousins at my uncle's house in JB (which was a small, undeveloped entertainment house cum provision house). Yea.. Who says you can't be happy even if you are poor? =) When all of my mother's siblings were there, and my cousins all gathered around, the feeling was great to see everyone around, even though my grandmother was not around anymore. The spirit of family kinship still lives among each and other, that's what matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orite~ Now I wanna dedicate the rest of this entry for the complains that I have. You can skip this part if you dun like old man grumpling over nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$%! @#$%&amp;! #$%^&amp;amp;@! @#$%^&amp;amp;! Harrrh.. Feels better.. Now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left 9 more days to completing my attachment, and I await my graduation day. Kinda confuse whether I should apply or not for University right now. Troubled about the courses which I should take. Feeling unconfident of getting the headstart that I would have liked about getting a job. Worried that I might not be able to acheive any of the goals that I have set for myself this year. Oh.. Wrong.. I managed to start my blog~ =D Encouragement.. Ok.. Bracing myself for a few months of unemployment (in the meantime admitting that I'm 20 liao.. -.-) before I find a job, and I should remind myself to like what I do, and not choose to do what I like.. Would I be able to save enough money for Uni? Is my father gonna suffer from a heart attack if I suggest that he help a bit on the Uni fees..? Am I gonna get that bloody new handphone of mine this weekend..? Am I gonna bloody hell go see a dentist soon..? Worse.. would I have the money to pay him? When would I be able to watch scary movie 3 vcd and return to kenneth..? How am I goona find time to finish the entire first season of desparate housewife? WHAT AM I GOING TO DO AFTER ATTACHMENT FINISH? Arh.. The most outstanding question of all now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future begins after 17th Feb. Damn..~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-113941333224337551?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/113941333224337551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=113941333224337551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113941333224337551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113941333224337551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/02/graduating-soon-nooooooooooooooooooo_08.html' title='Graduating Soon.. NoOOoOoOoooOooOooOOo...~'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-113816110995065407</id><published>2006-01-25T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T11:55:10.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throat.. Throat.. Throat..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AarRgHhh...~ My throat... NooOOoo...~ *a huge gulp, but dry...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sian lar...~ Of all times for a sore throat, it has to be near Chinese New Year. I shouldn't have ate Long John's last night after watching movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amelia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vicky, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Hairul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and I watched the Memoirs of a Geisha. It was kinda slow pace drama, and there's no way an Asian would have blue eyes even if you drank a lot of water; the story and plot was excellente and not forgetting to mention that the English that Zhang Ziyi spoke was understandable~ ^-^ I'll rate it as 3.5 coconuts out of 5~ because it is an inspiring movie about making sacrifices for the ones you love and, finding yourself and happiness when you least expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh ya.. and before the movie, I saw 2 lesbians hugging, cuddling, kissing (on the cheeks only) on the MRT on my way to Somerset. Urm.. it wasn't hot or sensual, it was disturbing. Because it wasn't like a butch and a girl, it was 2 nerdy girls with specs hugging each other so tightly that they seem inseperable even if they were tied at either ends of the north and south poles. What's more, nobody seem to care about the two of them. *_* Ok.. The 'Bo Chap' is really getting serious in Singapore..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back to my throat~ I drank 2 table spoons of 'Pi Pa Gao' which is suppose to 'lubricate' my throat, and I keep waking up to the toilet because of all the water I drank inbetween...~ It must be the smoke of melted plastic that I breathe in everyday at work... AarRGgHhHhhh!!!~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm super determined to get well and feed myself with all the strepsils I can eat. T_T Ok... Strepsils are expensive, I'll just keep drinking water and visiting the toilet...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I won't be in Singapore for the next couple of days cause I have to collect my long awaited Ang Bows in Msia~ Haha.. ok.. and visit my distant relatives =D But the thought of having to spring cleaning both Singapore and Msia houses is a big turn-off. =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well.. Happy Lunar New Year! Gong Xi Fa Cai OH~ Happy holidays..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-113816110995065407?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/113816110995065407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=113816110995065407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113816110995065407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113816110995065407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/01/throat-throat-throat.html' title='Throat.. Throat.. Throat..'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-113785025870719206</id><published>2006-01-21T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T21:30:58.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock On!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/sf-header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/sf-header.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey y'all~ Woke up pretty early today~ Met up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kenneth, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Hairul &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(who were both late.. @#$&amp;) to the Sembawang Rock Fest^ from 11 - 5~ which was held in the Sembawang park by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all~ we were there to enjoy the live rock music, for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Hairul&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and I, we are big if not huge rock fans and we like live gigs, as for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kenneth, &lt;/span&gt;well.. he tagged along~ The more the merrier mah~ =D though he almost dozed off during one performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't a huge turn up of people in the morning.. Haha.. Maybe because there was a bigger turnout just yesterday since there were also performances on Friday. Still it made us thought whether we came to the right place or not. And I kinda symphatized with the bands whom had to perfom in front of the "crowd" which I could count with all my fingers. Nevertheless, they were talented and happy to be performing their stuff and we were there to appreciate them! Yeah!~ Rock on dudes and dudettes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two stages, with performances alternating each stage at a time, so we had to move from one place to the other which I was kinda lazy to~ Haha.. Think the organizers were just trying to keep us awake!~ But I like the ambience man~ It is sort of like the things you see in other western countries where you laze around sitting in the park, and listen to the various bands doing their thingy on the stage~ Cool stuff~ We can place mats on the grass and just slack there, then nodding our heads and shaking our legs to the beat. Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole event picked up its beat in the late afternoon~ And there was now a far amount of "crowd"~ Haha.. which made everything slightly more enjoyable and livelier. We grooved to the beats from bands like Westside, The Jerms and Great Spy Experiment, which are local (Sgp) bands. There were also bands from Australia, since the organiser is a Aussie himself~ But I didn't really remember what their names was. Oh~ I remb one.. Mega Stimulator~ Hmmp..?~ *_* And ETC, which I dunno where they are from lar.. wasn't listening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole fest was really great.. ok.. maybe good stuff~ Could have been better if there was a bigger turnout~ Now that would really liven up the place! =D and also it would be really excellent if I got a band inside the fest to perform as well~ Wa-hahaha~ Still dreaming the dream~ Now Hairul you better go learn your drums soon, and I better get my guitar and start strumming also~ Haha.. Kenneth.. you go learn your keyboard bah~ Or just be our manager or fanclub president etc. Haha.. Recuriting all other instrument players too~ ^_^ Anyone interested? Confirm make it big one~ Best in Sgp and JB, and some say Batam~ Then hor conquer Asia and then dominate the world dan engulf the whole universe~ Hoho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live music~! and the peeps who loves it~ WOOOHOOO~ Rock on!!! (I know i'm repeating it a lot of times.. haha..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-113785025870719206?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/113785025870719206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=113785025870719206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113785025870719206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113785025870719206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/01/rock-on.html' title='Rock On!!!'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-113759802188990016</id><published>2006-01-18T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:27:01.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do when you had 475 seconds of free time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today Kenneth finally went to the gym to work out~ And what a work out it was! Cos I had to eat fish &amp; chips plus chicken rice to make it up. Plus I brought a bunch of bananas for everyone to eat in the lab. It was kinda weird to be in the MRT and carry a bag of bananas, especially when your plastic bad is semi-transparent. Haha.. But luckily there weren't many people in it so ya.. except for the bus.. Hmmp~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Orite! So I was asking the question of how you would use your 475 seconds of complete idleness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me set you in the scene first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A very bored you, stuck in front of your own computer. You are sick of playing whatever games you played on the net, tired from doing work, eyes sore from looking at all those pretty girls or handsome guys on the net, not to forget soft porno clips ^-^, checked all your mails and really really really have nothing else better to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well~ I was there. One faithful day, which now I couldn't remember when it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something struck my mind as I clicked on the START button and rolled the mouse over games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MINESWEEPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The word seemed to enlarged itself by almost a hundred times, as my finger uncontrollably clicked on it and it sucked me, sucked me into a deep deep passion for sweeping mines ever since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I knew the beginner and intermediate levels were for sissies, so I clicked on the expert cause I felt like a man. Be a man. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you thought it was gonna be easy~ Oh~ You Are So SO WRONG!~ Its freaking @#$%&amp; tedious! Damn!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many a time I had to choose over 2 squares of which one was the hidden mine, and I have to confess I suck at guessing, so don't ever make me do that. I have a very logical mind so to speak, so I'm kinda easy to convince and cheat if you dump me with things I believe are logical no matter how illogical they may be. Ha! Toopid..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It wasn't until recently did Kenneth teach me how to cheat in minesweeper. Yeah~ You click both the left and right buttons on the mouse after you have successfuly identified the mine and click on the surrounding numbers, and they will reveal the space around it without the mines or indicate to you where the mines are hidden, with accordance to the number that it shows. Ok~ Blur about what I said? Try reading it again for another 10 - 1000 times depending on your IQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WooHoo~ On 13th Jan, the faithful Friday the 13th last week, as I was fabricating my polymer specimens (which I got bored of watching the machine as it spat hot plastic), successfully accomplished my first ever expert level minesweeper game in my whole entire 19 plus years of life. Wa - ha - ha - ha! Cynically, it brought a smile to my face, and delight to my now cell depleted brain. It sort of brought relief to me because even at night I dream of sweeping those mines and computing the numbers in my head. Too bad there wasnt any particular 4 numbers which I could buy (my cousin's cousin who lives in the house murmurs numbers when he's asleep, creepy stuff but he always only gives 3 out of 4 freaking numbers.. how stupid can he be?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. Upon attaining an expert declaration in minesweeper, maybe I could go to Vietname and help them swipe out those mines? =D hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/untitled.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aww.. Looks majestic doesn't it? LOL~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-113759802188990016?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/113759802188990016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=113759802188990016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113759802188990016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113759802188990016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-to-do-when-you-had-475-seconds-of.html' title='What to do when you had 475 seconds of free time?'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-113734253294022587</id><published>2006-01-15T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:28:55.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace Life~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am still reading my blog instructions in simplified Chinese. Dude! I changed my regional whatever language thing to whatever English was there man, and I'm still stuck with it man.. I need help.. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!~ It just bothers me a bit only lar.. Haha.. So Kenneth says my blog is lame.. Yea yeah.. He likes to be a wet blanket sometimes. But I'm kinda hurt by your harsh words man..~ Blog is.. just another form of entertaining myself man~ So what's your problem dude? Or you just don't like me mentioning you in my blog? I can't seriously, because I spend almost 40 hours a week with you brudder~ Its gets into my mind sometimes, not that we are gay or anything.. Haha.. Lame..~ (Or is it me becoming a PR tt bothers u..?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!!~ Today I went to see my babe niece Jeryln~ Its about 3 weeks since her birth and her parents, my cousin and her husband, decided to celebrate her 'man yue' a week earlier cos they have something up next week. Ok enough said! Let's look at my chubby little niece now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/baby%20niece%20Jeryln%20Tay%20Xin%20Xuan3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/baby%20niece%20Jeryln%20Tay%20Xin%20Xuan4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/baby%20niece%20Jeryln%20Tay%20Xin%20Xuan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok sorry I couldn't get my niece to open her eyes and smile~ ^-^ Oh I'm pretty sure you know new borns, all they know for now is to sleep and cry for more milk. I like the last pic, cos she sort of still has milk stains around her mouth.. Haha.. Ain't babies the cutest things in the world? Awwww.. Someone praised me that I would make a good father. Oh but I'm not all that sure, cause I might hit my child when he or she is bad, scold her for no apparent reason, or~ chop off her limbs and make her beg for extra income on the streets of Bugis. Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Evil~ EVIL~ Nah.. Don't worry, I know I'm not Anakin Skywalker aka Darth Vader. Although I would like to have twins like he did in Star Wars. One boy and a girl~ Perfect~ I know I'll dote and spoil them into little brats since I got so much love in me. Haha.. I don't know exactly how am I gonna do that, but I'll let them do what they want, probably give them advice when they need guidance and maintain a close-friend like relationship with them. Aiya.. You must be thinking I talk only, you also know right? But life's so short, why make our children suffer the way we did somehow or another? Just don't let them grow up full of themselves lor.. The rest should be ok bah.. Hurhur.. Anyway I'm no parent now, and its tough to be one. Look at my folks, just one me and they have to slog their guts out~ I love you lao pa~ lao ma!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all live in a very happy environment, its just that when people start comparing each other they think their lives sucks and starts taking things for granted. Life's real short man, that is why people try to prolong it with pills and make it a happy one when they screwed it up during young. I think we need to remind ourselves occasionally how fortunate we are for the company of our immediate or not family members and kins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well its been a kinda emotional week for me, one with so many thoughts about life, and it being short.. haha.. and being full of surprises, and how you might never be able to experience everything for yourself and how you might just fade away instantly or wake up from a nightmare everynight. Life's a mystery. Haa..~ *sighs* =D&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/20507782-113734253294022587?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/113734253294022587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=113734253294022587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113734253294022587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113734253294022587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/01/embrace-life.html' title='Embrace Life~'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-113716918737851316</id><published>2006-01-13T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T00:19:47.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orite!!! Permanent Residency~!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi blog! (Isn't this how people start their entry into a diary or smth..? haha.. like 'Hi diary') -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn that Kenneth for making bring my clothes and then canceling gym session.. Haha.. But I didn't bring on Wednesday when we could like really go for it, so ok, now we are even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh well.. We made a trip to Bukit Merah where.. you know.. you can get pirated CD programs there (I dunno how to tell you where it is).. ya.. so Kenneth bought what he wanted and we had some tang yuan~ Yum~ Mai Tang Yuan~ X2 Wo Jia De Tang Yuan, Yuan You Yuan~ =D *AC*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Later, we squeezed on the MRT and I bought dinner for my aunt and whoever are eating also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THEN~ I saw a letter on top my Madeline.. In case you still dunno, Madeline is my beloved laptop. So I was like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OoOOoo..~ I dun get letters all the time. Hmph! I wonder who is it from. So the envelope itself told me that it was from some government shit. Then I figured it was from the Immigration. Oh no! I'm not an illegal immigrant~ I pay my school fees when its due ok!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Except for a few times that payment was delayed due to insufficent funds in my bank account.. (Donations are now welcome~! Please contact me for relevant details for making ur kind contribution to Rambu Tan Fundation.. =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I skim through the title of the letter to me, and guess what!?~ The Singapore Government is offering me Permanent Residency! Yeah!~ OMG!~ You know what that would mean to me now? No, not that I can now stay in Singapore for as long as I want to or attaining citizenship. It would mean that I can take part in next year's Subaru Contest!~ Oh you know.. the one which you have to put your hand on the car for almost 3 days plus.. (My friend Hao Nian managed to get us through to the final round, before finding out the contest was only for Singaporeans and PRs.. *sigh*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WOoooOOoHhOOooOoooOoo~! Orite man! Upon gaining PR, I, Mr. William Tan, Rookie PR of the merlion city Singapore, can now take part in any bloody lucky draws or contest held in this puny island with their first sentence in the Rules &amp; Regulations stating that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Only eligible for Singapore Citizens and Permanent Residents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Haha.. Screw that..~ ^_^ Sorry for the language.. Just cannot hide my excitement from taking part in the lucky draws and contests~ LOL~ Guess I had kinda pick up the National hobby of Kiasu-ism from my 13+ years of residencial experience in Singapore. Yeah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But.. all I have said up there.. will only happen after I succesfully secure myself with a stable job first.. %$#&amp;..~ Ah doi..~ Well I don't mind applying for the job offer in NUS medical school as a lab officer and start learning how to cut up unclaimed dear bodies and extracting their bones for experimental purposes.. *_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.S. Apologize for the Acting Cute parts.. haha~ YEAH!~&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/20507782-113716918737851316?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/113716918737851316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=113716918737851316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113716918737851316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113716918737851316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/01/orite-permanent-residency.html' title='Orite!!! Permanent Residency~!!!'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-113670872307390245</id><published>2006-01-08T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T09:24:06.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracks of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If there's one single big change about my life, it would have to be.. Time~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Why? It is because I lost track of it. I lost track of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The year before, to me, it was just like yesterday. I failed to notice how time flies. And that time waits for no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ever since last February, that I was reverted back to being single, I was stoned. Not stoned on the cross, but ya.. stoned. I didn't know when it was Thursday or find it weird when that Sunday seemed like a Saturday. April didn't feel like April, but I'm sure I looked like a fool during April; November didn't feel like November, cos the year was about to end in a month's time, or two months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It feels like only just now, that I was so time disorientated. I wake up at 7, and feels like its only 3 or 4. Insomnia could be the culprit, but it is not like something you can catch and make it go away. I know deep down inside I still think about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I learned that you can't make the past go away, nor can you not be reminded of it (unless you really have short-term memory). Its a burden the present has to carry, the past makes you a better person so to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Occasionally I think of my &lt;em&gt;past&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;memories&lt;/em&gt;, but &lt;strong&gt;not to miss them&lt;/strong&gt; I always told myself. I would bring a smile to my face, whenever I'm reminded of the "our" &lt;em&gt;past&lt;/em&gt;, no matter is it a happy or a sad one. I would not miss them. &lt;strong&gt;I would not miss them.&lt;/strong&gt; And I don't.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Talking about it won't help anything at all. Still thinking and desiring about something you had can't bring it back either. But sometimes we still do, because humans are a foolish bunch, especially when you are in love. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At the present moment, I am contented with everything around me. I'm not sad, neither am I angry about anything, so that.. makes me happy right? =D Great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So this year, unlike previous others, is an important one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm graduating and getting a job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm turning 20.. thus ending my teenhood and switching to adulthood (I still don't really like the idea of starting my age with a 2.. drats..).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have a plan for the whole year~ haha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So this time round, I am not aimless or heading towards no direction. I have several goals I wanna acheive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Start a blog~ (Done-ded and ticked.. haha..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Get an A for my attachment prior to graduation~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Get my driving license back in Msia~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Buy myself a GUITAR! as a bdae present for mua, and start learning how to play it proper~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Look for a freaking job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and earn my first 10K in life.. LOL~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok.. So I think that's kinda enough for a year.. Of course I can go on and on.. haha~ But you gotta leave something for you to do next year rite? An excellente excuse for being lazy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lastly, if you ever lose yourself on a clock, always remember the needles rotate in the clockwise direction (oh.. it would be hard for you if you dunno what clockwise is like). Or~ get yourself a digital watch. =D lame lame..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Its hard to move on at first, but once you taken the first step and not turn back, the momentum pushes you on~ but you betta find your own direction quick before u turn in circles.. Haha..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.S. I love myself! ^-^&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/20507782-113670872307390245?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/113670872307390245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=113670872307390245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113670872307390245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113670872307390245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/01/tracks-of-time.html' title='Tracks of Time'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-113647011832879213</id><published>2006-01-05T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T09:23:25.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat The.. H.. How the..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yo!~ Lovely Thursday.. Cosy weather too.. Had a normal day at my attachment in NUS.. Did the usual stuff:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Squeezed on the MRT on the way to NUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check out all available and nearby &lt;em&gt;chio bus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Work and play, then brunch at 2 in the Engin canteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check out all available and nearby &lt;em&gt;chio bus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Knock off at 5 and squeezed in the Bus and MRT on the way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check out all available and nearby &lt;em&gt;chio bus (the last of the day)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Home Sweet Home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then I felt like blogging after I bathed and ate my dinner, since its all new and I have only 1 entry so far.. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I switched on Madeline (&lt;em&gt;I decided to name her aka my laptop, dun ask why I named my laptop and why is she a she.. or what the hell is a name like Madeline? Just understand I have feelings for all the things I have.. and that William never uses a male laptop.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AND THEN! when I opened blogspot.com~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AaRrGgHhHhh!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh my god! OH MY GAWD OH MY GAWD OH MY GAWD!~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is this!? Did I see them wrongly or my short-sightedness just went up by a thousand degrees? Blogspot in.. Chinese!? Simplified!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I clicked on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and then I wanted to post this pics up.. and then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3125/2056/400/untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh my gawd! Even the instructions were in Simplified Chinese.. Wat the hell!? (-.-)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Good thing I still read the Sin Ming newspaper everynight, whenever my aunt's family buy it (&lt;em&gt;Ok~ I confess on reading most of the soccer actions and the entertainment part&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh man.. What am I going to do now? My bloody Internet Explorer Browser Version 6.0 blah blah blah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh well.. Guess I just have to be Cina for now, everytime I edit my blog. I can use Firefox, but I can't hear my Mp3 playing.. Haha.. *sigh* Oh ya.. To listen to the song that's stuck in my head every now and then, view my blog using IE, you will never hear it in Firefox or Mozilla, unless u installed some patch shit thingy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thought of writing about something else in my blog today, then kana this, pissed off my fren! @#%&amp;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Haha.. actually nothing to be pissed off about right? I can read Chinese!~ But its weird man.. DaMn~ Poor Madeline.. What has the internet done to you!? Tell ME!! *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Right.. That's all for today I think.. @#%&amp;amp;.. Fix the blog some other day and get a proper second entry in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My poor Madeline..~ (":)&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/20507782-113647011832879213?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/113647011832879213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=113647011832879213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113647011832879213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113647011832879213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/01/wat-h-how_05.html' title='Wat The.. H.. How the..'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20507782.post-113644932906160403</id><published>2006-01-05T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T09:25:14.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its tHe YeAr 2006!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey! Its another new year, another fresh beginning.. The same old excuse I use for everything that didn't turn out well each year would be to hope for a good year ahead in the next one.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehe.. Its always the same isn't it, people getting all gloomy and nostalgic at the end of the year, reminiscing the past, and looking forward to the start of another year, and wishing that it would be an excellent year, but only to screw it up in the midst of the new year.. Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, that kinda happened to me last year.. Oh screw the irony.. I still hope that 2006 would be my year! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what did I do on NYE? I went back to Msia and had a BBQ cum countdown party at Ho Zhi's house (which I found out that my house was nearby). There were fireworks, which came from the beach area where there was a countdown party and they exploded into the skies when it turned 12 (damn.. I was in the showers when it happened). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friends were happily eating away, taking photos of which excluded me for I was in the showers (although I suggested they could join me in the bathroom), and then we went to the most popular lim teh spot in JB, E&amp;Y (according to Bao Zhu) to.. ya.. lim teh~ Haa.. and the TVs there was showingt the highlights of the EPL matches. Back at Ho Zhi's, we had a game of mahjong to keep myself alive that night (FYI. I had one just the previous night), of which I only won 1.50 ringgits. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the early morning, these zombie friends of mine suggested LAN gaming and we played till 8 plus 9 in the morning, by then we were really groggy while we had our so-called breakfast and everyone was ready to call it a day.. But no~ it didn't end there for me, I continued our unfinished mahjong session~ and i ended winning another 6.50 ringgits~ Yippie~ And happily, I was back home and slept till 7pm, when my dad's friend at the temple he was helping out came to wake me up and brought me to the temple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was a.. how should i put it.. a banquet of some sort for the gods in the temple, there was also an auction thingy going on. Its the kind of thing you would see during the seventh month of the Chinese Lunar Calender. A crazy guy managed to win the auction of some metal scrap which has little light bulbs glowing alternately for 30,000 ringgits!~ No kidding!~ I almost spilled out my third bowl of sharks' fin! "Wu Eia Bo? Sar Ban!?" shouted the emcee in doubt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the banquet dinner, I was kinda lost in space, had no idea what the hell was going on around me. Haha.. Hey~ Trying getting only 4 hours of sleep over a 3 day span and see what that does to ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;World Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20507782-113644932906160403?l=the-wc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/feeds/113644932906160403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20507782&amp;postID=113644932906160403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113644932906160403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20507782/posts/default/113644932906160403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wc.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-year-2006_05.html' title='Its tHe YeAr 2006!'/><author><name>William Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332271137335779042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2918/14060619394hx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
