<?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-22593157</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:30:18.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intervalentine * shake it . groove it . move it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-4673827589305500389</id><published>2006-12-11T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:59:14.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, sad to say, this will be unofficially my last post on this love bar.. Reason being, I've broke the commitment which I've promised at the very first day I created this blog. So since the commiment was over, it's time for me to change to a new site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a great 320 days on this site but I've decided to move on... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fret not... The link i shall provide... And p.s this blog will be converted to somekinda bitching blog for myself and me pals so if you wanna know what's wrong with the world in our eyes... Keep watching this space... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New blog ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://datazanc.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://datazanc.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all will stop by and keep tagging and reading... Really appreciate it... Thanks alot guys, you're the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However guys, you don't need to change the link.. It can still remains as&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; http://datazanc.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; because I'll be coding the redirecting html for my new blog address onto this blog.. Meaning, all you need is to click on this blog's link and it will bring you to my new site... Great ya? But will be working only after my new blog is up. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till i see you on the other blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-4673827589305500389?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/4673827589305500389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=4673827589305500389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/4673827589305500389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/4673827589305500389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back-finally-have-some-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116541618582403471</id><published>2006-12-06T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T08:40:49.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well, here to do some updates! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny, vincent and i went swimming in the morning. Was having fun actually but i injured my hand. Damn it. Hahas... Lost quite alot of blood though.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the entire day, danny was targeting a girl. We known her as the "orange bikini". lolls? Danny tell us that he gonna get her number before he leave the swimming complex. So me and vincent dared him, if his attempt is successful, lunch will be on us. Well, i'm not really interested about making friends with that girl. I merely wanna dared danny! lolls... Lunch will be alright because me and vincent had some business in our hands so money isn't a problem. Everything lies on danny... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what? He really approached that girl! Wow... Hard to believe danny will do such a thing... Hahas.. Vincent and I followed behind danny and see what's up in his mind and what he'd do to that girl.. He talked to her like, schools? age? and things like that.. Oh ya, forgot to mention, the girl was around with a friend. That girl asked danny to have a slide-ride with her. So the both of them went up. Left and dump me, vincent and the other girl behind. Damn it. Alright, the girl talked to me. She asked me if danny wanna know her friend or something. lolls? Asking the obvious right? Alright, did talked to her and found out quite alot about her. She's quite socialable too..Oh ya, her name's call &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mei Chin&lt;/span&gt;.. lolls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... Now it sounds like i'm approaching that girl. I'm not, i'm not! I'm not interested in this kind of things. I merely helping danny. Hahas... Piang eh.. So, before we left, danny really gotten her number. Hahas... Still, i'm not interested. geez..  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to escape with vincent, aloysius, xin yi, shu yu, wee teck, haziq, hong yong and cheryl! Must be fun ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116541618582403471?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116541618582403471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116541618582403471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116541618582403471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116541618582403471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-well-here-to-do-some-updates-danny.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116516620061678447</id><published>2006-12-04T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T12:43:26.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valerie called me from perth just now! Hahas... Didn't talk much too... She just told me the flight number and arrival time on sunday.. Hahas... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So btw, caught 2 movies in the past 7 days and here are my 2 cents worth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMES BOND : CASINO ROYALE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well personally, pretty damn good actually. Not bad for daniel craig's first effort as bond. Tastefully done and well executed, enjoyed myself very much... All in a cool show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKED: Texas hold 'em poker! Damn I love that game and this movie's just the thing to get more people starting to play it. So if you all ever want some friendly competiton just give me a ring.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISLIKED: No gadgets. Bloody hell! What's a bond without gadgets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Here you go 007, this is a pen...&lt;br /&gt;James: Does it shoot laser beams when you click it?&lt;br /&gt;Q: No, it's just a pen but you can write your enemy a very angry letter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway, moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FEET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Very very amusing programme. Highly entertaining and almost inspirational, ending kinda shaky though but all in a great animation flick for the whole family. EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a blast today. did realignment in the morning and then headed out with bro, grace, hazel, my mum, mum's friend and aloy to town! Not really a great experience but not a bad one too... Hmmm... Cos according to aloy, grace and hazel are half dead and according to me, they're half alive... WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE!?!? hahas.. Had a japanese dinner at cine and everyone else went home except me and aloy. Took the train to city hall went to marina square's mac, dorothy's workplace. She served us. And she took the wrong order! How hilarious la... Kept apologising... Alright, aloy and I sat down and chat for a very long period of time. Well, was like about... 3 hours? Hahas... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus from esplanade to outram. Went into the train station after that... Piang eh, it was damn crowded... But still able to find myself a seat. However, saw a girl who's pretty familiar to me. A guy standing beside her looks familiar too... DAMN. Remembered. That girl is jeslyn and the guy beside is my childhood pal, joseph.. Alright, did talk to them and find out some of their follow-up. Jeslyn studied in henderson sec and joseph's in dunearn sec currently.. They're couples now.. Hahas... Really out of the picture of my imagination man... Quite surprised also.. And reminds me of my old days too... Hahas.. Wish them the very best ba... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116516620061678447?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116516620061678447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116516620061678447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116516620061678447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116516620061678447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/12/valerie-called-me-from-perth-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116499284956003922</id><published>2006-12-01T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T01:07:29.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH! ok, let's see.. today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the clinic for check up this morning. Rashes on my fingers and legs. Doctor told me that it was cause by the cough syrup. Alright, screw that stupid syrup with stupid side effects. My finger's like damn red and itchy. Really can't stand the itchness but I can't scratch it! The more I scratch, the more rashes it'd appear. Haiz... "Let's see how it goes for a week." Speaks the doctor. HELLO?!?! If every doctor speaks the same thing, anyone can become the doctor too! Wooooots~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilled out with valerie in the afternoon for one last time before she leave for perth for 9 days. Went to raffles city. We wound up eating desserts at swensen and it was damn crowded! Waited like 20 mins before we could actually get in. Ordered a cup of iced latte each and a bowl of ice cream. Hmmm... 5 scoops? Well, 2 cups of coffee and a bowl of ice cream, cost me 40 bucks!!! But what the hell, the company was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, took bus 36 outside swissotel. It was still quite early before meeting her mum at the airport. Her flight's at 8:45pm. But the time we board the bus is, 3pm? Alright. Reached terminal 1 at 4pm. Her family were yet to reach. Bloody. Which idiot will actually check in 4 hours before the flight? Nuts right? So at the meantime waiting for them, we went to ride the skytrain! To terminal 2. Went to a cafeteria at the second floor. Had some drinks there. And bloody, a jug of orange juice cost us $35. Really what the hell man... People have smart brains to get a great amount of profit, using this kind of method.. tsk tsk tsk.. Then walk to the plane viewing area walked around. Sat down and we took a light nap for like... 2 hours? She went to meet up her family at 7pm. I greeted her mum also. Then her mum misunderstood me as valerie's boyfriend and I was not! She told me things like, "nowadays girls and boys dating are very common... No need to paiseh la..." Things like that... Can't stand her.. lolls... But a friendly lady to social with though. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after waving to them through the glass panel, it's when I realised how lonely is alone. Whatever. Called vincent and meet him up at clementi for dinner. After dinner, took bus home and we played blackjack on the bus. He kept winning and winning... Another weirdo of the day... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ahem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vincent&lt;/span&gt; ahem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;face&lt;/span&gt; ahem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; ahem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fact&lt;/span&gt; ahem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; ahem.. geez =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116499284956003922?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116499284956003922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116499284956003922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116499284956003922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116499284956003922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/12/ah-ok-lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116486857782484711</id><published>2006-11-30T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:38:33.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's such a good fulfilling day yesterday! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with chester and vincent. Supposed to go sentosa with their cliques but was called off as chester just came back from overseas. Met up them at jurong point instead. Saw xiu wei and gang there. Hahas.. Headed to marina. Played bowling..Well, that's a nice game. Had much fun with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chester left us for home so Vincent and I went to orchard. Was there to look for danny, he's working there. Wanna have dinner or something with him but he's not free to do so. No choice, we went to clarke quay instead. Well, bet with vincent for dinner. We bet on, 'the one selling tickets at victoria theatre will be a *ahem* teacher!' We started walking from fort canning park and walked through the padang field. Finally came to the venue where my school's cultural nite was held. Indeed, I was correct! The teacher is.... *ahem* Merely my instinct and won a treat! lolls... Walked to fullerton hotel for drinks. Was about 8pm then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train to harbour front centre to collect the cake. Dinner at mac. Crapped alot there. Hahas... Alright, btw, I ordered the cake about 2 weeks ago! lolls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus ride to vincent's place. On the way there, I was damn worried if the cake isn't refrigerated and it's gonna melt. That's an ice cream cake anyway. So wadever it is, still reached vincent's place safe and sound. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 10:30pm then. Waiting for jerena's call. Till around 11:15pm, still no words from her! lolls... Tried to call her, but it's the automated voicemail message. piang eh... Contact xiuwei instead, but she's not with her... She gave me weiling's number and finally, jer called. lolls.... 11:45pm, she was finally here... Waited like, an hour and 15 mins? lolls... Well, 15 mins more and her birthday will be over! lolls... Quickly lite the candles and blew it... lolls.... Alright alright. Went home after that... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116486857782484711?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116486857782484711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116486857782484711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116486857782484711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116486857782484711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-such-good-fulfilling-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116473029869359571</id><published>2006-11-29T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T00:11:38.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Knew not what I was doing&lt;br /&gt;When I shut the door of my heart&lt;br /&gt;It's as if I was fully drunk&lt;br /&gt;Intoxicated by a bitter wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggles of guilt filled up my mind&lt;br /&gt;Wars of shame fought within my soul&lt;br /&gt;"Had I known" is the master of "too late"&lt;br /&gt;Should have acted the other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions done cannot be rewound&lt;br /&gt;Just like words out of the mouth&lt;br /&gt;They are sharp like two-edged swords&lt;br /&gt;And cut so deep into the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I regret... what I said and did&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could have a second chance&lt;br /&gt;From my heart I sincerely repent&lt;br /&gt;And confess... a prisoner of conscience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew back then what I know now&lt;br /&gt;Would have listened to all you said&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learnt in the frailty of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And i'll always live to regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116473029869359571?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116473029869359571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116473029869359571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116473029869359571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116473029869359571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/11/knew-not-what-i-was-doing-when-i-shut.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116469531331921962</id><published>2006-11-28T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T14:31:52.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to go Doha to watch the asian games! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright... Update a little about my life. Met up my cousins on sunday! It's like, a year ago since I saw them! lolls... Went to town area... Lunch at marina centre. Went into a cafeteria and chat alot alot in there... What a nice chat. After that, dinner at marina bay.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, supposed to meet valerie in the morning. However, my phone's like a little screwed up so I couldn't contact her. In the end, met her at 2 in the afternoon. Hahas... I swear I'll smash that phone into pieces after I get a new one... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, caught a movie at cathay. Watch casino royale, that 150 minutes show, again. Second time in this month already. Hahas... After that, went for a drink at coffee club beside kinokuniya in ngee an city. We crap alot there... lolls.... Dinner at Fish &amp; Co in Wheelock Place. After dinner, it was about 8pm. She suggested to catch another movie. So we walked to lido complex and check the showing time for happy feet. 9:30 pm slot. Bought the tickets and we went to mark &amp;amp; spencer to buy some tibits.. Then, we went to McCafe for coffee... Cabbed and sent her home. Fare came up to $25 but it's a small price to pay for the company.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116469531331921962?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116469531331921962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116469531331921962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116469531331921962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116469531331921962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-want-to-go-doha-to-watch-asian-games.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116447940194946772</id><published>2006-11-26T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T02:38:17.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#1. Xin Yi&lt;br /&gt;#2. Valerie&lt;br /&gt;#3. Vincent&lt;br /&gt;#4. Aloysius&lt;br /&gt;#5. Danny&lt;br /&gt;#6. Sean&lt;br /&gt;#7. Jerena&lt;br /&gt;#8. Candis&lt;br /&gt;#9. Jing Yuan&lt;br /&gt;#10. Pang Yong&lt;br /&gt;#11. Jia'en&lt;br /&gt;#12. Nicole&lt;br /&gt;#13. Ze Yi&lt;br /&gt;#14. Charlene&lt;br /&gt;#15. Wee Teck&lt;br /&gt;#16. Chin Keong&lt;br /&gt;#17. Adelaide&lt;br /&gt;#18. Rachel Lee&lt;br /&gt;#19. Hong Yong&lt;br /&gt;#20. Julene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did u meet #14?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, think was the D&amp;T appron that draw us together. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will you do if you didn't meet #1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will be meaningless during primary school days without her presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What you'd do if #9 &amp; #20 dated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i do? hahas... think they don't even know each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would #6 &amp; #17 make a great pair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs* Aloysius will kill him for that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Describe #3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice guy. A very nice guy. An extremely nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Describe #8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful and wonderful laogong! A great confidante indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Describe #7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nicest girl I ever met in my life! Extremely cheerful and she never failed to made others smile no matter what she do.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Know any of #12 family members?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course! Her mum even give me 'ang pao' during chinese new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you do if #18 c0nfess t0 you if she like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no! I'll lose a great friend if I accept her good will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What language does #15 speaks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GWA GWA... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is #8 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to know? Her friends are everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How old is #16?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool 15teen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you spoke to #13?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago i guess......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is #2 favourite band or singer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just msg her and she said 183 club..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you ever date #1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go out together every now and then.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is #19 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you ever be in relationship with #11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya... And Jerroy, Francis Ho Kim Lam will come after me by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;State #3 school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrupted Secondary School =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's #10 last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where does #6 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mount Faber, The Pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's y0ur favourite thing about #15?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you seen #2 naked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolls? Isn't that ridiculous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116447940194946772?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116447940194946772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116447940194946772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116447940194946772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116447940194946772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116443605748523273</id><published>2006-11-25T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T14:44:49.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello guys and my pretties.. ;) Time off from my hectic life to do some updates :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, there you go. I know I know, its been such a whirlwind week for me and its not going to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam 20 laps on wednesday. Went to sean's house to collect my golf bag after swimming and he told me that he'll be away to korea on the 27th. Hahas.. Hereby to wish him all the best for his journey. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home for the entire day on thursday. Too exhausted I guess. Have a nice chat with my dad at night. Oh well, we haven't had a chat for a long long time already. Well, suggested to him my ideas abt the renovation for my room and he promised to buy me either a media centre desktop or a laptop. geez... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, went swimming with vincent again and I swam 32 laps.. Hahas.. Went home after that and I slept till the evening. Changed and went to meet up valerie. View her school's talent night show and that was a great one. Hahas. Went to east coast for supper after that. Alright, talked and cycled through the whole night. Sent her home by cab at 5 and I rushed to the airport to sent my daddy off to shanghai. Reached home at about 8 am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept about 3 hours and I was woke up by my phone's message tone. That was a sms from charisse. lolls... She asked me to look for her at her workplace when I'm free! *tada~~ vincent!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta start planning training programs, schedules and stuff for next year, or at least the next couple of months already. Cannot afford to be ignorant about my time and priorities already. Gotta plan to get more done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be meeting my friends in an hour time and I'm still here typing the blog! I've yet to eat my lunch either.. OMG.. Muhahaha.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116443605748523273?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116443605748523273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116443605748523273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116443605748523273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116443605748523273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-guys-and-my-pretties.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116430425720772856</id><published>2006-11-24T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:50:58.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, to be frank, i'm feeling neutral now, meaning, i'm not feeling as lousy like the past. Just feeling a bit, kinda wasted ya? From the day when that feeling grows for her, i told myself, we're not meant for each other. Well, not fated i guess? Yes, we did have sweet memories together. But, guess reminisces the past is a meaningless thing for me to do now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116430425720772856?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116430425720772856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116430425720772856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116430425720772856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116430425720772856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/11/alright-to-be-frank-im-feeling-neutral.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116400204334877395</id><published>2006-11-20T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:04:47.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week had been a very fulfiling one for me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never failed to go out in the past 7 days. And now, I'm starting to get sick of this island already. Sarcastically small. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet up xin yi for movie yesterday but I wasn't really in the mood so I didn't go. But anyway, met up sean yesterday morning to woodlands, causeway point to watch rachel's dance performance. Alright, it was kinda of good one however, one of the dancer on the stage spoilt the whole beautiful picture... ;) Met up danny at orchard after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, something nuts happened when we're on our way there. There's this girl, aged about 16, walked against my direction and waved to me. No doubt, I waved back and smiled to her as an acknowledgement. She speaks, "eh? you're here also ar?" I said, "haha... ya lor.. you too? hmmm... byebye..." Few steps later, sean asked me who's that girl. And I think back, ya horrrr.... Who's that girl huh? Alright, I'm blur okay... I've no idea who is she yet I responded to her. How sarcastic. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch on sean, ate pepper lunch in ngee an city. Walked to lido and look around. Bought a shirt. Sean spent quite alot there. Aloysius and vincent came after a while. Seeing eye to eye for watching movie at vivo city. Reached there, OMG. Sunday's vivocity was crowded with people, same goes for the cinema. Even gold class were full house. So, we ain't watching and we went to pasir panjang for dinner. Ate duck rice and it really cost a bomb. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus to safra. Aloysius and vincent played pool, sean and danny went to the arcade and I went to watch the singapore national bowling competition. It really reminds me of the golf competitions.. Hahas.. After that, aloysius and sean went home. Danny, vincent and I went to harbourfront centre. Bought jerena's birthday present! ^^ lolls..... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116400204334877395?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116400204334877395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116400204334877395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116400204334877395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116400204334877395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-week-had-been-very-fulfiling-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116339785886144477</id><published>2006-11-13T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:06:41.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello my pretties.. :) Finally here to update again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a bit of a grind this week but all the same, that's my life for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday had a 18 holes session with uncle charles and auntie helen at warren. Not great but wtf, greens are screwed so I couldn't expect much anyhow. Played a respectable 79 strokes anyway..&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, went to shop at orchard area with nicole. Bought an ashworth outfit and a pair of shoes. Hahas.. And might considering changing my driver to Titleist 905.. ^^ Dinner at Traders' Hotel besides tanglin mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, met up valerie at jurong east in the morning.. Alright, she's more beautiful than what I expected.. ^^ Cabbed to holland village for lunch, walked through the alley and stopped at a small stall beside the restaurant.. Bought a necklace for her as a gift and she bought me a bracelet. lolls... Then, accompanied her to jurong point to meet her parents and I made my way in a hurry to meet vincent and aloysius. Headed to sim lim square to check the price of the O2 phone. But nope, there's none. Well, went to aloysius house and waited for him to get changed. Swift down to suntec city mall after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, went to expo for the bloody hell exhibition... A suggestion, could the people there please use their brain before they attempt something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116339785886144477?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116339785886144477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116339785886144477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116339785886144477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116339785886144477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-my-pretties.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116309224401456014</id><published>2006-11-10T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:10:44.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ya'll, I'm living in an extremely lovely life recently... Didn't have this kind of feelings for some time alr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, after all, I'm in a god damn excellent mood.. I was out with vincent and aloysius this afternoon... First half of our journey was boring.. It's like, looking for friends around... However, things change when we reached harbour front. Okay, the situation was like this, Aloysius knew that his friends were at that area too... But he's trying his best to avoid them... So we acted like criminals, hiding here and there... So eventually, we thought that we were safe. But things went the other round... We walked to the concourse and there's having a warehouse sale or sth.. We stopped and looked around... Suddenly, somebody yell 'ALOYSIUS!' from our back. We turned around and was cassandra and theresa. Oh well, aloysius was damn surprised. Sounds ridiculous huh? Why in the world would such coincidental thing happened. lolls... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, we made our way to vivocity and after walking for sometime, we went into toy'r'us. And what the hell, theresa was at the counter paying for her purchases... Okay, this is the second time... And we closed an eye, telling ourselves that's purely coincidental. But we saw them again for the third time in vivomart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story? You can run, but you cannot hide. The more you avoid, the more you'll encounter. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the next thing, *ahem ahem* when aloysius make friends with candis... Muhahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Aloysius took my phone and called candis just now. He called and looked for "christopher". Hold on, let me repeat. Using christopher's phone to look for christopher? How irony. =) And ya, he find all the damn excuses to talk to her longer. My god... And the funniest thing was, when he put down his phone, he was like, "Wow... Her voice's sooooo sweeeeettttttt!" lolls... *ahem ahem* Well, everything started when he saw her picture in my phone 2 weeks ago... oops... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, above is a long story but, it linked to a short conclusion. My dear aloysius wanna make friends with her.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116309224401456014?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116309224401456014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116309224401456014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116309224401456014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116309224401456014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-yall-im-living-in-extremely-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116299739383136227</id><published>2006-11-08T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:49:54.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, if anyone still cares, I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever get that feeling at the end of an absolutely awesome movie (etc star wars or the lord of the rings trilogy or the matrix trilogies) or like an absolutely brilliant musical or stage production (like joseph, phantom or less miserables) or the final episode of a long running fantabulous tv series ( friends, princess hours ) and just go "wow, that was such a great ride... I really don't want to end... I wanna see what's happening next" even though you know it's the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what keeps you glued to it, what keeps you wanting to come back more? Simple, you've watched the characters grow, and you've grown with them. You've cried with them, laughed with them and seen them go through so much, you feel an inseparable bond of attachment with them.. It's so strong, you just don't want to let go... Even if it is the end of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, if you haven't already guessed what this is all about, let me just spell it out for you... It's finally come to the end of a magical and truly wonderful 2 years journey for me in the national junior golf team. I mean truly it's been just brilliant. But now's the time to pretty much begin my long process of writing thank you cards and getting ready to say goodbye to some of the most amazing people I've met thus far in my young life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all kinda hit me really hard in the past couple of days, a little too hard I guess. I mean it's seems all so cliche but it seems like just yesterday that I've got roped on board on this crazy adventure with 8 other promising young golfing talents... We were pretty much just acquaintances up till then. But now have become very close friends, and competitive rivals, all of whom I respect very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, no one knew how everything was going to work out, we just prayed that it would. And now that everything has, I guess we're all kinda wishing deep down in our hearts that we could play it all over again, like some 4am re-run of a friends episode from 1999... But we can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone's going their separated ways. First was the big boss melissa wong early on in the year.. Then others followed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where my heart lies is still divided. My commitment to my game is as unwaivering as ever. I wanna be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got more things running around in my mind now, probably a good idea just to sort everything out within the next 1 or 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. So many things racing in my head. No wonder I've got a bloody headache since morning. Well, at least my backache aren't killing me no more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your fortunes are better than mine at this present time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116299739383136227?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116299739383136227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116299739383136227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116299739383136227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116299739383136227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/11/yes-if-anyone-still-cares-im-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116257645577141510</id><published>2006-11-04T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T01:55:20.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm alright. This world's happenings were driving me crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where are you god whenever I need you? It just so unfair okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, went to school this morning. Had physics class and I skipped mathematics'.. =) Played 18 holes with aloysius and vincent after that. Yes, I did win some cash from vincent... However, it turned out to be a weird outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our dinner and we left our golf bags at sean's house. Cabbed to robin's place (yupps.. finally, i'm able to contact him..) and we went to play bowling at aloysius's club and I broke my highest pin-fall record! ^^ Went for supper after our game but sean and aloysius went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin and I talked about some school's matters... The appealing and whatever. And of course, not gonna say anything here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home and was about 1 a.m already.. I still have some events' going on tmr... Crashing soon.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116257645577141510?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116257645577141510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116257645577141510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116257645577141510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116257645577141510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/11/yes-im-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116239031781248038</id><published>2006-11-01T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:11:58.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the school for headstart programme today. So after that, intended to played golf. However, Aloysius went over to Adelaide's house and will be staying over tonight. What a jerk he is huh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, aloysius is going to malaysia with adelaide's daddy for golfing tmr. I tried to call aloysius in the afternoon but adelaide pick up. Talk to her for a while... Then aloysius called me... Hahas... Sounds a little ridiculous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that robin had sent his appeal to the school already. Wish him all the best? Oh ya, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gao de&lt;/span&gt; will be appealing tmr... Really hope the both of them will receive a favorable verdict soon... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to the school again tmr in the early morning and I realised that I haven't done my homework. Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116239031781248038?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116239031781248038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116239031781248038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116239031781248038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116239031781248038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-to-school-for-headstart-programme.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116231450076443143</id><published>2006-11-01T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:12:59.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting... 4th day gone and yet still not even a single word from that idiot. *yawns* I'm sick of these hell loads of waiting already.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116231450076443143?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116231450076443143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116231450076443143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116231450076443143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116231450076443143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-waiting-and-waiting-and-waiting-and_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116209134210728194</id><published>2006-10-29T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:56:06.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey nicole...She's an angel to you, but a devil to me... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116209134210728194?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116209134210728194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116209134210728194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116209134210728194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116209134210728194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-nicole.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116203813413034741</id><published>2006-10-28T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T20:22:46.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So after all the tears and everything, I've came up with a cool conclusion, not giving a damn about it anymore... Why? Because I ain't wasting my life just like that.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, glad to hear that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gao de&lt;/span&gt; is feeling better already. Hahas... All I wish now is, we can still be as close, just like what we used to be even though we'll not be in the same class next year. Will I? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, gao de, jia you!&lt;/span&gt; ^^ And also not forgetting all my classmates this year, all the best for the year 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the coming 2 months of holiday, there'll be lots of things for me to do or complete. Firstly and the most important thing, improve on my schoolwork. Although I managed to promote to 4E next year, my results were not really impressive. So I'll be working hard on it and get ready for my O'level next year. Next, golfing. Well, I think I'll not be going for any competition this season for one simple reason, my back still unwell. However, I feeling much more better compared to the middle of this year. So I'll be training up again over the holidays. The best is, to drop my handicap from 10 to 7. That's my target! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for that someone out there, I feel completely nothing but disappointment. Extremely disappointed. I thought she'll be changing to the better however, it happened in the opposite way... But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116203813413034741?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116203813413034741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116203813413034741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116203813413034741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116203813413034741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-after-all-tears-and-everything-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116195375627018259</id><published>2006-10-27T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T09:49:57.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So that's the end of my sec 3 camp. An average one from my perspective. Activities were interesting and challenging though however, some of the members in my group simply sucks, a big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, still gotta mention this, some of the members in my group were great! So can conclude that it's a mixture of goodies and badies ba... geez.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the past 3 days, I'm feelin' under the weather. For a simple reason, seeing the things which I hated to see and it just happened right in front of my eyes. However, do I have a choice? The other party seems to enjoy also. Yes, I'm jealous ok... Damn it. Screw that. Really feel like punching that guy whenever I see him. Hehe.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, about the results... Well, I've passed, promoted to sec 4 express next year but I ain't happy at all... I'm not, I'M NOT! I'll be losing lots of my friends. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"gao de, cassan and robin..."&lt;/span&gt; Guess my class wouldn't be interesting without their present next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have got no idea what to say now, damn upset for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gao de&lt;/span&gt; la... UPSET OKAY!?!? I really wish to turn back the time. Or if I can, I'll demolish the fact and change it to a more favourable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here. Not felling very well now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116195375627018259?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116195375627018259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116195375627018259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116195375627018259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116195375627018259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-thats-end-of-my-sec-3-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116160849149874848</id><published>2006-10-23T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:01:31.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So after all, it's still a fulfilling day for me today... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was really boring today, only thing I did was talking and playing PSP. However, with friends' company and somehow or rather, I felt much more better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bell goes and past my unofficially final school day for the academic year. Went to jp with candis after that. Ate lunch and stroll around the shopping centre. Feeling a little unwell at the same time.. Hahas... So I went home and rest a little. Intend to go out after that but it's when I realised that my atm card's still with robin. Hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing for time now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116160849149874848?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116160849149874848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116160849149874848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116160849149874848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116160849149874848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-after-all-its-still-fulfilling-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116128130396582271</id><published>2006-10-19T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T11:38:15.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just back home now, tired. But won cash from Robin today so I'm pleased. Chopped it around like a spaz though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, I shall say that my school's "hall" had turn into a "hell" once again. With endless presentation and everything. Screw that. Woke up early and rush to school like hell, yet to be there on time to waste my time. Weird right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the class, miss loh showed us our 2nd combined results and I'm pleased. And also, she showed us our cca records and I'm so pissed when I saw the print-out. None of my competitions were recorded though I passed entry forms to the school for endorsement. So I gotta recall back all the tournaments I've took part in for the pass 3 years. However, couldn't manage to recall every single one. This is the records in my computer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2004&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd National Inter-School Golf Championships, Seletar Country Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(28-30 May 2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Volkswagen Junior Golf Championships, Laguna National GCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;(16-19 Nov 2004 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accenture Champion of Champions, Laguna National GCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(24-27 Nov 2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Callaway World Junior Open, San Diego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;(5-8 Dec 2004) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore Junior Golf Championships, Tanah Merah Country Club &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(14-17 Dec 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JGF-Tanah Merah International Junior Golf Invitational, TMCC  Garden Course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;(22-24 Dec 2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Golfer's Place, Sembawang Junior Golf Challenge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(30 Jan 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home Team Western Sector Golf Tournament 2005, Seletar GCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;(15 Apr 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asia Pacific Junior Golf Championships, SICC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(23 - 26 May 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DBS Junior Golf Challenge Leg 1, SICC Island Course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;(8-9 June 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orchid CC Junior Golf Invitational &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(14-16 June 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore Junior Golf Championships, Keppel Golf Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;(21-23 June 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd National Inter-School Golf Championships, Seletar Country Club &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11-12 July 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOE Selection Trials - ASEAN Combined Schools, Seletar GCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;(13-16 Aug 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore National Amateur Championship, Sembawang CC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(23-24 Aug 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DBS Junior Golf Challenge Leg 2, Warren Golf and Country Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;(5-6 Sept 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SICC Junior Invitational Golf Championships &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(13 - 15 Dec 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th National Inter-School Golf Championships, Seletar GCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;(30 May - 1 Jun 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seletar GT-Junior Open 2006, Seletar GCC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6 - 8 Jun 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116128130396582271?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116128130396582271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116128130396582271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116128130396582271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116128130396582271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-back-home-now-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116118284785277392</id><published>2006-10-18T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:49:36.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm not exactly in a peachy mental state but here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, was really a relief that I've cleared my english language for the examinations. Finally, my heart is at ease when I learned that I'll be able promote to Sec 4 Express next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this wasn't a great thing, though. Cos some of my friends may not *touch wood* be able to make it. Haiz... Just feelin' kind of down. Really hope that every of my classmates will be able to study in the same class next year. Really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling kinda "xin suan" when I saw jerena standing outside the class alone, no idea what's she was thinking about at that moment (but definitely about the results), and her tears' rolling down her cheeks. I was wondering, why would god be so cruel to such a hardworking girl? I know she've been studying and working very hard for the exams, I can tell that. However, the results ain't really impressing for her ya? But... we know that she had done her best already... And she's commentably positive to face the fact. So.. I shall say that I'm very proud of her!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school, was supposed to go to town with candis but something's up so I'm not able to go with her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry candis... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished up the golf matters, bowled with robin and vincent. 1 up and 3 down. Damn it. Lost 2 bucks to robin because of that stupid guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to have breakfast with charlene tmr morning but she's meeting up the whoever so I'm NOT joining them. Hahas.. It's also a good thing too as I could be able to rest for another hour.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Jerena, I know you've done your best already.. Very proud of you also... But, no matter what the outcome will be, rmb that you have your friends with you by your side always! You ain't walking the way alone. Cheer up!!! I wanna see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gao De&lt;/span&gt; smiling always. Hahas... Well, wish you all the best for your future's endeavor! &lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116118284785277392?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116118284785277392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116118284785277392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116118284785277392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116118284785277392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-im-not-exactly-in-peachy-mental.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116079937807684439</id><published>2006-10-14T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:06:36.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A non-fictional story about 3 weirdos, me, jing yuan and candis. Hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candis, jing yuan and I went out yesterday. Met up candis and took mrt and yuan met us at 2 stations later. Alight at buona vista and walked to holland village. Candis wanna have pasta for lunch but there's none suits us. So went to a food court and we agreed that we'll have a better meal at night. Jing yuan bought a bowl of dessert and after she finished, she overturn the bowl and sticking out the spoon, placed like a totoise. Hahas.. I saw that and I deliberately hit the table and the bowl falls onto the ground, followed by a loud clash. Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, went into a supermarket and bought drinks and bread. Headed to botanic garden next. After a long walk, finally came to a pond behind the symphony stage. Started feeding the fishes, totoises and birds. So cute lor... Hahas... Well, after that, walked straight in and saw a place named "evolution garden". Took some pictures there and on the way, the path leads us to a shelter, it's where we feed the mosquitoes endless blood supply! So as we walk, it comes the exit beside the toilet when we walked straight up again. Well, intend to go to the nearest bus stop and just board any bus and see where'd it brings us to. However, on the way, saw a supermarket. Enters and the air conditioner was impressively cooling. When we look around, I saw an aluminum container and this is when my wild idea strikes my mind. ~Barberque~! So I told them what I was thinking and they agreed. So we started to grab the necessary stuffs for bbq and made payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things we bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Packet of chicken wings with 7 mid-wings inside;&lt;br /&gt;- Packet of chicken breast meat;&lt;br /&gt;- Bacon;&lt;br /&gt;- Sausages&lt;br /&gt;- Iron mash&lt;br /&gt;- Charcoal&lt;br /&gt;- Fire Starter&lt;br /&gt;- Paper plates&lt;br /&gt;- Serviettes&lt;br /&gt;- 2 disposable aluminum container&lt;br /&gt;- 2 bottles of 1.5 litre drinks&lt;br /&gt;- Bottle of distilled water&lt;br /&gt;- Satay sticks&lt;br /&gt;- Lighters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, wanted to do it in the botanic garden. However, happened to find out that there are timing, as if, they'll be closing at a certain time. So we walked to the bus-stop and look at the bus directories for directions. And I saw, Mac Ritchie reservoirs! So we took the bus along bukit timah road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached, walk in from the deserted pathway and reached a wooden pathway. Along the pathway, saw some monkeys besides. I told the girls to beware of them as they'll attack people. Guess what? They really did, victim was jing yuan. No injuries but the monkey made a hole to the plastic bag and a can of drink and the satay sticks dropped and went into the water. Hahas.. So we went against the original direction and finally came to a patch of grassland. Sat down and rest for a while before starting up the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have had a hard time starting up the fire as I've got zero experience for starting a successful one cos I've failed many times in the past. However, everything was done in around 30 minutes time I supposed and the girl's facial expressions really makes me wanna laugh! It's like pathetically watching me dealing with the fire starter and the charcoal. lolls... Well, asked them to marinate the meat with cream soda. After everything is up, we realised that we've got no satay sticks. So we can't do normal barbecuing on the iron mash. No choice, place the aluminum container over the fire and started "cooking". I started off with the wings and jing yuan find it interesting and she took over me and continue with the meat and bacon... Hahas... So me and candis sat down and waited for the chef for the yummy food. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time was getting late and dark. They were scared and I'm worried. So we packed up and made our way out of the reservoir. It was so damn dark. We had a very hard time walking out the path although it's just a 200m distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the bus stop and waited for vincent and chester. In the mean time, played some games together.. Hahas... 40 mins later, they finally arrived. So we board the next bus we saw and came to ang mo kio mrt station. Board the train and went to orchard. Drinks at lido and yuan was tired. So we took a bus ride home... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/5835/dsc02460my1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/5835/dsc02460my1.jpg" border="0" height="180" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shopping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/6105/dsc02474ef4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/6105/dsc02474ef4.jpg" border="0" height="180" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's me! Sitting along the reservoirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/1444/image004kh5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/1444/image004kh5.jpg" border="0" height="180" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The two girls on the rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/3503/image005ek1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/3503/image005ek1.jpg" border="0" height="180" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder what's inside the pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/2619/image008zp5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/2619/image008zp5.jpg" border="0" height="180" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here they goes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img121.imageshack.us/img121/3811/image011az6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img121.imageshack.us/img121/3811/image011az6.jpg" border="0" height="180" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jing Yuan was like, "LOOK! WHAT'S THAT!?" ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/5679/dsc02485rc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/5679/dsc02485rc2.jpg" border="0" height="180" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img416.imageshack.us/img416/4686/image013av4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img416.imageshack.us/img416/4686/image013av4.jpg" border="0" height="180" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sure she gotta better way to barbeque.. hahas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img163.imageshack.us/img163/9117/image014br5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img163.imageshack.us/img163/9117/image014br5.jpg" border="0" height="180" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They were afraid of this in the dark~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116079937807684439?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116079937807684439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116079937807684439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116079937807684439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116079937807684439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/non-fictional-story-about-3-weirdos-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116068069137622050</id><published>2006-10-13T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T03:18:11.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have had a long day today... Nope, should be yesterday.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast with charlene this morning and she was late this time round. Hahas.. She went to meet the whoever after that and I went to the school alone. Saw her appearing in school 5 minutes later after I reached and that was impressively fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics paper for the last paper of the final term examination today. Wasn't that bad cos I managed to finish it just on time. Headed home after that.. Msg charlene and had a small tiff with her... Over stupid matters by the way, but was okay after that... Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, went out with my brother to vivocity after I took a light nap. Ate lunch there and vincent came to meet us later. Beveraged in some cafe and that one the first amount of money I spent in that shopping mall.. *laughs* Headed to orchard after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to mark &amp;amp; spencer and my brother bought quite alot of stuffs which cost just a little bit more to a hundred bucks. Dine at KFC and walked around at golf house. Till about 10pm, took bus to jurong east to meet robin. Vincent went home cos he've got exams going on tmr. Well, supposed to catch a midnight movie but there's none on the weekdays. Went to play bowling instead and played 4 games. Won 3. Drinks on my brother. Well, after that, went for supper and chat a bit there. Cabbed home and dropped robin at his house. It was around 2:30am then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta meet candis and jing yuan in another 10 hours time. *yawns* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116068069137622050?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116068069137622050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116068069137622050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116068069137622050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116068069137622050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-had-long-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116048385869058017</id><published>2006-10-10T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:37:40.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, a private post. Contact the administrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;File: &lt;a href="http://www.myfilehut.com/userfiles/33487/The%20deepest%20love%20I%20ever%20had%20with%20her.doc"&gt;The deepest love I ever had with her&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what lovin' ?&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116048385869058017?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116048385869058017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116048385869058017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116048385869058017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116048385869058017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-private-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116039883046196997</id><published>2006-10-09T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T11:46:32.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was feeling under the weather today. Don't know why I'm feeling like this. There is a thought which have been bothering me for 2 days already... Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, did the quiz which Jerena asked me to... However, saved it in a password-protected document below. Contact me personally to retrieve the password if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;File: &lt;a href="http://www.myfilehut.com/userfiles/33487/Quiz.doc"&gt;Quiz...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116039883046196997?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116039883046196997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116039883046196997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116039883046196997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116039883046196997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/was-feeling-under-weather-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116024525806612117</id><published>2006-10-08T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:54:13.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a little write-up for how I've spent my day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to study with charlene just now.. I was late, with a perfect reason.&lt;br /&gt;( She asked me to take my time... hahas.. ) Well, met up at harbourfront but there was too crowded for study. She suggested esplanade's library and we made our way there. However, same thing happened too.. Crowded with people... Went up to the rooftop terrace for a while but it's too hazy and hot for us to stay there. So we went to marina square and finally came to mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a little bit of revising for maths and physics. She kept laughing and laughing and I didn't have any clue what she was laughing about. What a weirdo. Somemore, she folded paper airplane using her foolscap paper and threw at me. WEIRD! Hahas... However, glad to say that she did some serious study... wow... hahas.... Unbelievable right.. tsk tsk tsk tsk..... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, she left to her aunt's house and i think she's supposed to be in malaysia by now... Think she'll be back by tmr? lolls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after she left, met up sean and michael. I bought a billabong handphone pouch and a wallet. Walked to suntec city and we did nth much there. Michael bought a suit and I personally think that he should get a bigger one... Cabbed to vivo city next. Had our dinner there... After that, left the both of them and went home. Happened to see nicole and valerie on the way and we sat down together and chat a bit... Really have a great time with them. Had supper then sent them home in a cab. Fare came up to about $25 but it was a small price to pay for the company. hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, have had a very fun day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's something I pinched off from benji's blog to kill time... Enjoy.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Does anyone know your password to your email?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so... Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the last thing you ordered at McDonalds?&lt;br /&gt;"Hi.. Two medium green tea, one with lemon please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you an emotional person?&lt;br /&gt;Overly emotional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like your name?&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;There's always a possibility.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever felt jealous of your friend?&lt;br /&gt;uh huh *loads shotgun*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;Blink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who is right next to you?&lt;br /&gt;My shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;br /&gt;Nicole and valerie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What song are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How's the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;Cool and Dark... Ashwin-like haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last person you called today?&lt;br /&gt;Charlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Last song you sang?&lt;br /&gt;Following the rhythm of christmas memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Last time you danced?&lt;br /&gt;About 30 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Lost a friendship over something stupid?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;2 dogs and a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Been really depressed before?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. occasional suicidal inclinations but look around at friends and life seems better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Faked being sick to miss school?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've done way more than that... I don't just fake sick. I INDUCE sickness upon myself.. ^^ Now that's dedication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;4.35am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Current taste?&lt;br /&gt;Salty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who is the person that posted this survey?&lt;br /&gt;Benji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ripcurl shirt and a basketball pants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you too shy to ask anyone out?&lt;br /&gt;HELL NO... Hahas... I've got guts one ok.... *blinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't even know if they're the opposite sex. Seriously, the style females tie their hair up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful beautiful bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What date and day is it?&lt;br /&gt;Thank god its a Sunday! 8-10-06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Did you go anywhere today?&lt;br /&gt;harbourfront . esplanade . marina square . suntec singapore . vivo city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What did you do there?&lt;br /&gt;meet charlene, explore the library and rooftop . study . did nth . dinner . drinks and supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;the big 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you mature or immature?&lt;br /&gt;I'm more mature than you! "neh neh neh neh neh neh!" =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you call your parents by their first name?&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that rude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you an only child?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Where do you go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;EVERYWHERE! I LOVE SHOPPING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you like where you work?&lt;br /&gt;Seletar? Yeah, no other place I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like books?&lt;br /&gt;That would depend on the nature of the book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Charlene aka blur sotong, sorry about my late coming! You asked to take my time so I really did lor... Sorry sorry! =) All the best for your upcoming exams! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116024525806612117?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116024525806612117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116024525806612117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116024525806612117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116024525806612117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/heres-little-write-up-for-how-ive_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-116019010440920117</id><published>2006-10-07T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T11:06:13.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Really not in the mood for blogging a long post so I shall made it a short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the beach for sunset yesterday but the heavy haze brought me down with disappointment. Soon later, went to the cathay for movie but it turned out to be disappointment again. Most of the movies were rated at NC16. Screw that. Well, intend to have dinner in Meritus Mandarin but seriously, I hate the ambience there. So crowded and noisy. Went to ngee ann city instead. Went up to the 2nd or 3rd storey and dine in a restaurant. Food wasn't really up to standard but I love that atmosphere alot. Next, wanted to go to some bar for drinks but still, it was very crowded, it was about 10 pm, though. So I walked to wheelock place and went into a cafe for dessert instead. Cabbed home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as for today, will be going out for self-study later. Will be focusing on physics and of course, a little bit of maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck everyone! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-116019010440920117?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/116019010440920117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=116019010440920117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116019010440920117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/116019010440920117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/really-not-in-mood-for-blogging-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115996712805136594</id><published>2006-10-04T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:05:28.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I think my words in the previous post were a little too harsh in a sense but, what I'm stating here were the facts. I know she've viewed or read the post already. No matter she like it or not, I don't care. I just want her to know what kind of a person she is in my impression. I'm very sorry about it but I really left with no other choice. So if you really hate the content on this page, you've got no choice but to click on the little cross at the corner of your monitor to get yourself out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I don't give a damn anymore. I just want a simple life and I'm leading one now. So what else should I ask for? Basically, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been trying to forget you&lt;br /&gt;To get my feet back on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Even if I know I should back away&lt;br /&gt;It's just a part of me that I can't erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the park in the evening air&lt;br /&gt;I heard a voice and I thought you were there&lt;br /&gt;I run away but I just can't escape&lt;br /&gt;My memories of you were everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the starting of examinations already. The best of luck to everyone reading. God bless everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115996712805136594?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115996712805136594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115996712805136594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115996712805136594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115996712805136594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-i-think-my-words-in-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115978444088695909</id><published>2006-10-02T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T18:29:02.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. Let me start this post with a ten things list. For a girl whom I hated the most in my life ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten things/reasons why I feel such a strong hatred about her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She such a bitchy bitch. I can still tolerate some bitches. But I simply just can't stand this fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She claim herself as high-class. Yupps. She's a bit higher in standard, compare to roadside beggars. Slightly higher class than them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She thinks herself as a boy's magnet. Yupps... I agreed.. She have the same magnetic point as the males and when we see her, we'll automatically repel. See any hidden agenda here? (N+N= repel. N+S= attract)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This is important and the main reason why I hate her so much. She promised me that she'll protect "ahem" and will not let anyone else hurt "ahem". But she failed. Instead, she's the one who lead "ahem" into the miserable life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She claims herself as rich people. And I don't see her as it. Figure this out in a logical way, who will work and waste the time and energy for money if they're rich? Which rich people will use imitation goods and showing off to everyone? Ain't it shameless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. She's disgusting. She thought she's popular among her friends, but seriously, nobody likes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She doesn't have the looks but keep on claiming that she's prettier than someone else when I think vice versa. And that's the fact okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. She always thought that she was right when the fact is, she's the one who was at wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Her talkative mouth. It's not wrong to be talkative because it shows you have some thoughts in your mind and wanna rant everything out. But her aim is, to attract everyone's attention using her loud and disgusting voice. That's why she talk so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She has ZERO knowledge in her brain. Low IQ too. Easily describe as a brainless human being. Why I say so? Let's figure this out. When others are busying mugging for examinations, you know what she do? She just can't be bother. With her "Fail lor.. Who cares?" concept. And that's why she failed badly for her mid-year. She seriously have some problems in her language. Both english and mother tougue were like shit. She don't know how to do simple maths question. If she wants to rot herself, we'll be more than happy to see her doing so. But she drag "ahem" down also. Asked "ahem" to skip school and blah blah blah. Teach "ahem" to do those wrong stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those have some idea who I'm referring to, congrats. Perhaps you guess it correctly. But for those who don't, I'm sorry. Cos it's be too sensitive if names are mention. Maybe I'll consider telling you the person if you approach me personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if this post is too offensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115978444088695909?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115978444088695909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115978444088695909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115978444088695909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115978444088695909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115971910915605738</id><published>2006-10-02T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T18:34:24.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Examinations starting tomorrow. It's to prove how much knowledge I've absorbed in the past 9 months... And so, I'll do my very best to prove myself that I've not wasted the past 9 months. To everyone out there, all the best for your examinations! See ya'll in secondary 4 in year 2007! You guys rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassan: Yupps.. Thanks too... hahas... The best of luck for your exams! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jer: Hmmm, he's vincent la... Your friendly neighbour next block. Hahas... Maybe you wanna join us for the next time? ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115971910915605738?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115971910915605738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115971910915605738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115971910915605738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115971910915605738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/examinations-starting-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115967799951729085</id><published>2006-10-01T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T12:49:00.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend's probably gonna be my quiet time for some spiritual introspection. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;29/9/06 Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of typical routine for a student like me. Off to school at around 7 and lesson started with POA. We're like, engrossed working out the answer for the final account. Think I'm still able to manage this tricky subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical education at 2 periods before recess. Teacher's gave us a stupid but important PE theory. Played netball but I'm totally uninterested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, waited for candis to finish up her assignment before we can actually draw nearer to Sakae Sushi. Yupps. We went to harbour front and dine.. Went home after that and was around 6:30 pm already. Meeting vincent at 7:30 pm. So showered, changed and headed to the meeting place. Took bus and went all around this island. However, finally alighted at Holland Village. Ate some BBQ seafood there. After that, board another bus to tour around this island again. I've thought about stuffs between me and her. Was thinking, what can I do to celebrate her coming birthday? Well, I do have a plan out of it already. But just keep it to myself at the moment. ^-^ Cabbed home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;30/9/06 Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at home in the afternoon for self-study. Finished a mathematics paper and 2 chinese essay. After that, blast my new sound system which installed in my room. Cool. Dinner with some friends at the night. Bought some sparkling sticks ( or whatever it is ) and played in a park. Drank some alcoholic drinks and I swear I just drink a little. This's the first time I touched alcohol again since my 15th birthday. It's a total nightmare on that day. Screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, will be staying at home till evening and will be having dinner with my family later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115967799951729085?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115967799951729085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115967799951729085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115967799951729085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115967799951729085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-weekends-probably-gonna-be-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115944298724015039</id><published>2006-09-28T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:30:40.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some random thoughts I've been having for the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get in and out of trains.. And I realise how sad people are.. You don't even have to ask them.. It's as if.. None of them are in love.. Or look forward to going back home.. Well.. Maybe they think that going back home would mean another night of sleeping and then going back to work again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it strange how some people can look so beautiful.. And yet don't show it off. I saw this lad, she was about 20 plus years old.. In her office clothes and stuff.. She had such good features, sharp nose, nice eyes, good hair.. It seems she has it all.. But she had this frowning expression on her face.. Of fatigue.. She seemed like a mean girl with that expression, maybe a bad day at work? Hahas.. But it was such a waste. Even for other people.. Everybody thinks about how horrible or boring or routined their day went.. But they usually don't think about something that made them the least bit happy.. And I always wondered how almost every single person has got the same features.. Eyes, nose, mouth, skin, ears etc. But still look so very very different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder how every single day I see new kinds of people.. 4 million people in singapore and I see new ones everyday.. Maybe I won't know if I've seen this stranger before.. Maybe I wouldn't remember.. But I wonder how long it would take me to see all 4 million faces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about love? When do you know you've fallen in love..? When I see a couple together holding hands.. I think.. How do you know he or she is that one person you want to spend the rest of your life with.. And does being in love necessarily mean you have to get married? Or can you spend the rest of your life together without any marriage vows and still go on having children.. Would that be too weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about how and why 2 people get attracted to each other.. Usually you'd see them within the same standards.. I'm thin, you're thin, I'm plump, you're plump. I wear glasses, you wear glasses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about.. If I'm a rebel and you're a goody? Is that possible? Can the most notorious person fall in love with the biggest nerd? I believe what my friend said last saturday.. No one actually really knows you.. Not even the person you've been with for 7 years.. Not unless you tell them who you are.. What kind of person you are.. Only you know yourself well.. And it's whether you want to tell the person what kind of person you are to know if they really love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did a calculation of how long a couple actually really know each other before they get married. Let's say you are seeing this person.. You meet them about at most 15 hours a week.. Or more I don't know? There are 52 weeks in a year.. So that's 15 times 52 which is 780 hours.. 24 times 30 is 720 hours in a month.. 780 divided by 720 is about 1 sth.. Times the relationship lasting for about 3 years.. It would be 3 months.. So actually.. If a couple has been together for 3 years.. You've only known them for 3 months.. I think.. If my calculations are correct.. So how do you know if you know that person long enough to commit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me.. I'm the most messiest person in the world. I doubt anyone else can beat me. I have no floor in my room to walk on. I speak without thinking sometimes and so I get myself embarrassed. I sometimes honestly think that I have no idea how a real relationship works.. Even though I have been in one or two for quite a long time.. I am very lazy.. I don't get things done until I am told over and over again. I have very very weak will power.. I get distracted and tempted very easily thus I procrastinate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I love to be around friends.. And talking about things like this.. With them.. How we can crack each other up so much sometimes.. But sometimes we just get on each others nerves.. I will always try to think for other people and see how they feel.. Although sometimes in relationships I don't.. I am very easily amused.. And gullible as well.. I like to fight for what I am right in.. Even though sometimes I'm wrong, I still want to be right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person who people can get along with really well.. If you've met me for 5 mins, you'll see how easy it is... Or how easy I try to make it.. If I want to know you better, I'll keep talking to you.. But if you don't want to know me.. Then I'll just hold back.. I relate well with teens and adults.. But I have a problem with children.. Because I can't seem to know what to do when I'm around them.. But don't get me wrong.. I still want to have them.. Hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm happy I can just go crazy.. As in seriously, you will hear or see things that is just so ridiculous. But when I'm angry you, just have to leave me alone.. Because I will get angry at you if you bug me.. And I will do it unknowingly.. Although you are trying to help, I can't help it.. I would seems like I'm throwing my temper or venting my anger at you if I'm trying to tell you the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sad.. I find someone to confide in.. I will tell you my problems and not beat around the bush.. I hate to bottle things inside me.. I am that way because I have thought about committing suicide before and that just scares me.. When I'm nervous I tend to smile a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could be another person.. I wish I could live a life of my particular friend.. Or most of the time I wish I could look like them. I have very low self esteem.. But I don't really show it. I care about what people think of how I look like. But I know that it doesn't matter because I have a great personality to show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have missed out anything about myself right here.. And I don't know why I blogged about this.. But I just felt like it. Hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how long this entry is, I doubt any of you would bother to read it.. Tell me if you're that silent reader! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115944298724015039?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115944298724015039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115944298724015039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115944298724015039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115944298724015039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/09/here-are-some-random-thoughts-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115935750534383605</id><published>2006-09-27T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T06:39:26.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when we decide to give the very best of everything to our love ones, do we have the idea for them to return twice as much of what we gave? If we're, we simply didn't treat them as close enough. Some people just treat money as heaven. For money, they don't even give a damn about who you are to them. In fact, they'll severe their relationships with you for money, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heartless&lt;/span&gt;. It's still alright if something like this happened between friends, you can always stop all the ties between each other. But what about families? Disown them? Just for money? Worth it? Is money really that important? Something sort of happened to me in the past and now, money is absolutely meaningless to me. Friends who know me well enough will know how I treat money. It just come and go and I don't really care about it. Ain't that I'm wealthy but, I don't really see it as something significant anymore.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; People out there who think that money is everything, please, keep a distance away from me. I just despise people who're like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dealing with these three words which candis provided me, ( pretty. sweet . egoistic ), which is the most difficult for us to achieve? After a tough consideration, I shall say, egoistism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty and sweet is just something external. However, in order to achieve egoistism, you seriously need some self-discipline. For the sake of self-centered and preoccupied with oneself. Example, for a lady, her goal of the year is to achieve a decrease of 10 kg in her mass. Just with this sentence, what mindset should the lady have? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Integrity&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;self-discipline&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perseverance&lt;/span&gt;. This three points is straight forward and very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, she needs to check her weight every now and then, recording the most accurate value of what she gotten is important. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Example, if she's 60 kg, she shouldn't delude and claims that she's 58 kg. ) &lt;/span&gt;Secondly, when she's already made up her mind not to eat in a meal, she should persevere till the end and not gonna affect by the ones around her who's trying to tempt and urge her. Thirdly, after she had finally achieve her goal, she's should always bear in mind that she has come this far and should feel proud of what she've gotten, hold on to it at all cost and shouldn't let her hardwork gone to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summarising, once you've made up your mind, always think in a positive way and never regret what you've done. It's just so stupid to do so. Trust your taste, believe your rights, be egoistic. Do not let the people around you affect your decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- You're beautiful, no matter what they say. Words can't bring us down. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115935750534383605?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115935750534383605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115935750534383605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115935750534383605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115935750534383605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/09/sometimes-when-we-decide-to-give-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115906513305629589</id><published>2006-09-24T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T10:33:49.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why should I had let those stupid stuffs affect me again and again or in fact, the mood of the people around me? Screw that and I not gonna give a damn about it anymore. It just sounds so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, as a frequent weekly routine, went out with some close friends yesterday. While we're busy deciding we should we go, we board a bus at the interchange. Yes. We like to let the bus driver to decide our fate, as in, we'll drop at any stop if we feel like it. Weird huh? Well, we drop at Bukit Timah. Went to some place (which I've got no idea where is it) to have our lunch. After lunch, went up on a bus. We let somebody to decide our fate but this time round, is a girl. I mean, we just look around on the bus and we picked someone randomly and we picked a girl. We tell ourselves that we'll drop at the stop where the girl drops too. However, some stupid phenomenon happened and our journey ends at Chua Chu Kang interchange. So we went up to the MRT station and took the train. We dropped at Marsling, my old homeland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They followed me to my old house to retrieve something and after which, walk to some weird places and decided to ride on a bus to Causeway Point. After walking a few rounds in the shopping centre and we see nothing we can do much in it, it's time we realised that we gonna start on our bus journey again. I have a weird feeling. I love the ambience of riding on a bus a night. It's just so lovely and peaceful. As if you don't know where will you be or what will you see at the next minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally reached a place called Sengkang. As it's getting late, we search for our dinner. Found the place but only Danny ate. Vincent and I seriously hate that place and don't have the mood to eat there. Explore a bit of that place and hop onto a bus again. The bus we're on it will be terminating at Toa Payoh. Since we don't have the mood to alight, of course. We chatted and joke on the bus from where the bus's line start to where it's suppose to end. Okay, Toa Payoh. Vincent and I ate Ramen. As for the Ramen, which I swear I'll not consider to eat there for the second time, simply just taste so terrible. Price doesn't really matter, but at least the quality of the product should be acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of our outing, took bus again at the interchange and headed home. I'm the lucky one cos the bus will pass by the stop opposite my place. Unlike my other two friends, gotta ride till the very end again. Overall, yesterday had been a beautiful day, despite of wasting so much time on the bus. However, it isn't what we want to do in the first place. It's because for our habit, we usually don't plan in advanced where we'll be going before we meet. It's just so meaningless... Unless we really have important matters to attend to. If not, we shall let the god decide our fate then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115906513305629589?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115906513305629589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115906513305629589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115906513305629589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115906513305629589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-should-i-had-let-those-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115898240596641314</id><published>2006-09-23T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T09:42:33.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life doesn't go smoothly for her recently. Seems like a lot of unwanted troubles happening around her or even, on her itself. As her companion, I'll not hesitate to lend her my helping hands whenever there's a need. I swear I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a guy (names are not necessary) from my school, hmmm... Which adjective should I use? hmmm...Well, pestering, yes. Kept on pestering her. Come on, I'm sure he ain't brainless. Please think in a big way and act as a modest man. Stop doing all ridiculous action and making all those non-sensical remarks. She won't like it and don't want it. On her behalf, I appreciate all that he had done for her (or nothing at all) but please, leave her alone. I think I gotta address this clearly, I won't hesitate to walk anyone out if anyone sinply have that idea to hurt her, or going overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The reason, I still feel the love and passion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/22593157-115898240596641314?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115898240596641314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115898240596641314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115898240596641314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115898240596641314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-doesnt-go-smoothly-for-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115890859294141693</id><published>2006-09-22T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T15:10:52.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't felt this kinda love in a while. And I'm enjoying every second of it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, moments in school can be quite exciting and interesting at times, but not at all when you seriously can't get yourself into that kind of mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, did a report in the class with jerena and candis. Suddenly charlene walk pass my class and just nice, I'm sitting at the corner of my classroom which is closest to the backdoor. She told me that she injured her finger during PE... She showed me and it looks like, DISLOCATED?!?! ouch........ Hmmm... Pray that she'll be alright.. God, please hear my prayer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, some of my classmates and 3e2 went to the stupid heritage trail. Little india, kampung glam, clarke quay, chinatown. As if I've never been to those place in my life before.. Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the trip, rushed home and get changed to singapore poly. Tanglin secondary put up a performance there.. Went there to support.. Not that bad though but left the auditorium with vincent in the middle of the concert.. Took bus to pasir panjang and ate in a italian restaurant. *vincent..... hehe....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as for today, I mean the winner of today, is...... *claps* Candis!! lolls... Somebody commented about her today leh.... It's a compliment! I'm serious candis... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A notice to everyone, no matter who you're in particular, if you really need to talk to someone about anything and everything. Need a little lovin? Need a friend? Need someone to make you smile? Just ring me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where to find me... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115890859294141693?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115890859294141693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115890859294141693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115890859294141693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115890859294141693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-havent-felt-this-kinda-love-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115885353813626516</id><published>2006-09-21T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:45:38.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well everyone, I'm just back home. I'll blog again tmr. Seriously need some rest now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene, take care of your hand! Rest well! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANDIS! STOP ASKING ME THAT QUESTION! YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN! hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115885353813626516?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115885353813626516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115885353813626516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115885353813626516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115885353813626516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-everyone-im-just-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115875913890861932</id><published>2006-09-20T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:32:18.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You realised we didn't talk much to each other today. Whatever. I'm exhausted now. Good night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what lovin`?&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115875913890861932?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115875913890861932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115875913890861932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115875913890861932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115875913890861932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-realised-we-didnt-talk-much-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115866486272969824</id><published>2006-09-19T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:04:43.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, talk to Charlene for about 2 hours just now.. Hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2 more weeks to final term examinations. But seriously, had mugged like crazy for the past few weeks. What I can do now is to relax myself and consistently revise my work. I shall not let anyone down this time round, including family and friends. After examinations, I'll train hard and get ready for upcoming competitions. First up will be DBS junior golf championship, next will be Hong Kong amateur open and lastly, SICC Junior Invitational @ Singapore Island CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wonder, is it a mistake for not entering sports school last year? Perhaps, if currently I'm in that school, I'd probably improved my game, having all the chance to release from school for overseas competitions. Did I made the wrong choice for staying in my current school? But, at least, I got my friends around me, supporting me. Maybe all these happiness are what I can't get if I'm in that competitive school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-The future is in your hands, Strive for success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115866486272969824?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115866486272969824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115866486272969824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115866486272969824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115866486272969824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/09/alright-talk-to-charlene-for-about-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115839785851963240</id><published>2006-09-16T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T17:10:58.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I'm back to this cyberworld again! I was quite busy for the past few days, therefore I didn't blog. Sorry everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, went out with vincent yesterday. Firstly, headed to jurong point to get my earphone changed, due to some faulty. After which, meet up sean and francis at harbour front. However, we left them about 30 mins later. Make our way to novena to explore some new places. Pass by a pastry shop and we went in for hi-tea. We kept ordering and we ate alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we took bus to marina square. Shop around that area and we went into creative concept shop. I bought an earphone, again, for the sake of 2nd earphone this week. Hahas.. Walked to clarke quay and went into a coffee house for coffee. We sat down and chat for a long time. After which, took train to outram and have our dinner. And we took bus from there all the way home to jurong area. By the time I reached home, it's about 1 am alr. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me also talk about something thats going on in sch yesterday. During PE lesson, jogged with yee min around the canal. When I'm about to reach the other end of the canal, I stopped, sat down and feel the breeze. It was so comfortable. At the same time, thought over lots of things. And after sometime, candis came and accompany me. THANKS CANDIS! lolls. Well, had maths test after recess and this wass the first time I find maths so "familiar", I know how to do and I managed to finished the whole paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I feet like playing golf right now cos shu hui talk to me just now.. She reminds me of golfing. lolls. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, charlene still owe me a meal. And charlene, don't worry. I'll remember it this time! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Vincent, all the best, all the best, ALL THE BEST! Errrrr.... Errrrr... God, you know wad I mean! Hope you heard my prayer. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin`&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115839785851963240?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115839785851963240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115839785851963240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115839785851963240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115839785851963240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-everyone-im-back-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115806946600045699</id><published>2006-09-12T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:00:27.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As a reply to Lee Sheng's tag on my blog, (and hopefully, not an aspersion to him) I shall say that it's good to have mood swing. I mean, it shows that you're still a human, still emotional. However, this shouldn't affect too much of your daily life. Moreover, it's something bad to do so. And everyone, live your life with happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very please to know that she's fine. * Move on, a great future is waiting for you!* ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Now the quiz that I'm suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 24 people at the top of your head now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vincent&lt;br /&gt;2. Danny&lt;br /&gt;3. Ji Sung&lt;br /&gt;4. Aloysius&lt;br /&gt;5. Candis&lt;br /&gt;6. Wei Lin&lt;br /&gt;7. Jerena&lt;br /&gt;8. Robin&lt;br /&gt;9. Wee Teck&lt;br /&gt;10. Xin Yi&lt;br /&gt;11. Ze Yi&lt;br /&gt;12. Wan Ting&lt;br /&gt;13. Pang Yong&lt;br /&gt;14. Jeslyn&lt;br /&gt;15. Lam Zhi Qun&lt;br /&gt;16. Charisse&lt;br /&gt;17. Julene&lt;br /&gt;18. Sheena&lt;br /&gt;19. Shu Hui&lt;br /&gt;20. Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;21. Charlene&lt;br /&gt;22. Samuel&lt;br /&gt;23. Rachel&lt;br /&gt;24. Jia Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. is 9 single? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's *ayumi hamasaki*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. would u date 20? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my AWESOME cousin!!! but date? Meet up i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. is 17 a guy or girl? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. has 15 and 2 ever dated? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same golf course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. are you older/younger than 3? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger, but hotter...jk, we're great buddies! ;) yo ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever seen 7 naked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so bad of me to do so... And of cos not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. where does 19 live? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore la... We're the only country that'll take her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. when was the last time you saw 12? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 8 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. ever watched a movie with 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. how tall is 23?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell am i supposed to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. do you love 16? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i DO, she's my dear SISTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. do you go to the same school as 14? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so but nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. have u ever had classes with 11? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. where was 21 born? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home planet Tatooine! Seriously, if i'm not wrong, Mount Elizabeth hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. have you ever hugged 18? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i could... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. what's 8's middle name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ong" "You can't see me" Keong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. is 13 a nice person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The politically correct response is yes, but its MY blog so "HELL NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. would u rather 1 die, or you die? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why should i die if the world would be more spacious without him ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. is 4 older than u? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so, lose to him by the hell 2 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. would u kiss 24? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously if she's someone to me. But now, we're good pals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. have u ever swum with 16? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh! Perish the thought!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. when's 10's birthday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st december 1991! Same as charlene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. have u ever been to a party with 19 or 17? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, but i promised julene i'd go out with her when she's legal age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. are 22 and 24 good friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've hardly met...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.will 3 and 7 make a good couple? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big guy and a small girl makes the world go SQUARE! Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. has 15 ever given u a birthday present? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!!!! I WANT ONE!!!! YOU HEAR ME LAMMIE!!! I WANT YOUR CLS 350!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. how long have u known 13? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost for 3 years, never regret knowing such a great guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. if 5 and 19 were drowning, who would u save? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANDIS! Candy melts in water after sometime.. Can't afford to lose her! hahas. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. will 2 be willing to kiss 6? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the right price... Anything is possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO MY STUPID QUIZ PEOPLE! Don't let my boredom be in vain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115806946600045699?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115806946600045699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115806946600045699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115806946600045699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115806946600045699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-reply-to-lee-shengs-tag-on-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115796906484587050</id><published>2006-09-11T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T20:55:11.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, when you get offended or sense yourself in some kind of threat or danger, please don't hesitated to retaliate. I mean not to react in a forcefulness manner however, in a capassionate way to walk them out. Just like the aqua living-thing, stingray. Unless you bring some sort of threat to it, it won't even give a damn about your presents. So, in total, I mean, not to get yourself into unwanted troubles unless you've fully prepared for the consequences. This message is directly commented about someone, some actions and she's being identified, I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, school reopen today after a long chuck of 7 days straight holidays and I guess I'm now ready for a new term. First day of term 4, started off with the endless speeches by teachers and principal, which had bring our pleasure of study down to the lowest. Nothing much happened today. Jerena had her teeth tied by wire with metal pieces in between and it is normally known as braces. Lame la. And it's so bad of me (I know!) to keep asking her to repeat the word "frustrated" cos she can't pronounce that word properly. I mean, she can pronounce but it's like -fwar-sway-terd-. No offence jer! And guys, seriously if you think that's so funny of her trying her best to pronounce that word, try it yourself by having the braces along your teeth and it'll be jerena's turn to laugh at you really hard ! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*If you think swimming in water is easy, try to swim in the mud!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the 11th day of September, the 254th day of 2006, I shall say that it's Xiu Wei's 15 year old birthday! I simply can't believe she's 15 years old already. *just kidding* Okay la. I told her to be mature but she told me she'll be childish as ever! By making this sentence, it's proven. She's still childish. lolls. Well, at my greatest pleasure to say this old-fashioned phrase to her, HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to jerena, I've spend all my money away. Grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115796906484587050?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115796906484587050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115796906484587050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115796906484587050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115796906484587050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/09/seriously-when-you-get-offended-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115781393824577849</id><published>2006-09-09T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:11:27.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I seriously need some rest now. However, I need the time! Life's pretty busy for me and I can hardly breathe the fresh air nowadays. And now I shall take this rare opportunity, I mean, time, to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday, caught a movie with xinyi at cathay. Saw joshua and mandy there. The movie looked stupid and was terrible. Forget it. Ate ice cream at ben &amp; jerry after that. Ordered a huge bowl with I think 5 or 6 scoops inside and we shared it and having a great time chatting. Send her home before 7 pm and dinner with danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, went to escape with danny and vincent. I find it quite boring, I mean, from my perspectives, nothing really exciting. Tried every single rides including the train. lolls.. Intend to take mrt home, however, the freaking ez-link card's giving me problem. No signal when I scan it. Water spoilt the chipset inside I supposed. Lazy to buy the one-way ticket so I cabbed home! Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, BBQ at sean's place. It's supposed to be his birthday gathering cos he's birthday's during the O'level exams period so he brought it forward. Not much people was there. Michael was extremely hilarious. Ask me in person if you wanna know why! lolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, supposed to go to singapore open but I overslept. Hahas. I think I sleep about 18 hours today! Well, went dinner with vincent and danny just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, decided to do some quiz now which I formally took from sheena's blog. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor poor mirror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. When is the next time you will have sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the cock crows 3 times ^^ Seriously, when I get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supercalifragalisticexpialidociousDOOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Favorite planet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, my home planet Tatooine! Star wars junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your mobile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private no. erp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What is your favorite ringtone on your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, afterall having 400 to choose from, i'd have to say Get Low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What kinda shirt you have on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quicksilver shirt given by my dearest deranged halfbrother aloysius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Describe yourself in one phrase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cali fragalistic expialidocious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Name the brand of shoes you're currently wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brooks / reebok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S FOOLISH CAUSE SHE'D RATHER HAVE A MILLION BUCKS THAN FLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. If you're alone in a room with two beds, which one do you sleep on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching coverage of the deuche bank championship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. What did your last text message say that you received on your mobile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ShuYu larhs..can marrhs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Where is your letter box?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ GMAIL.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What's a word that you say a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supercalifragalisticexpialidocious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Who told you he/she loved you last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Well, funny question actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mate I'm on serious crack, marijuana, colt45 &amp; two zigzags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?? In this technological age of digital cameras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Your worst enemy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my POA file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hillsong team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, give me 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT THIS POINT, I WOULD HAVE TO STRESS TO SHEENA THAT FLYING IS OBVIOUSLY A BETTER CHOICE, DUE TO THE FACT THAT YOU WOULD PROBABLY ALREADY BE ABLE TO EARN A MILLION BUCKS FLYING AROUND ALL DAY TO THE AMUSEMENT OF THE PUBLIC. AND THINK OF THE TRAVEL FARE SAVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Do you like someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupps =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. The last song you listened to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise Your Hands - Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. If the last person you spoke to was getting shot at, would you jump in front of the bullet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, dad actually might be worth saving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. If you could punch one person in the face who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joakim Gomez ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. What is the closest object to your left foot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115781393824577849?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115781393824577849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115781393824577849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115781393824577849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115781393824577849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-know-i-seriously-need-some-rest-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115743669871885381</id><published>2006-09-05T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:32:28.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I shall ignore all the shit in the world right now and just be very content of my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger's server was kind of down when I tried my best to log in for the past 2 days. And I think now it starts to get better already. On sunday, supposed to accompany mum for shopping. However, I was kind of impatient and I called up aloysius. He came and meet me up and we left her. We went to a club nearby and check out their facilities. Happened to pass-by an archery academy and we decided to give it a try. Yupps. Not that bad, just that it's tiring, that's all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went to meet up vincent and danny for supper. They make me come to a sense that I shall enjoy my life now and forget about all those sorrows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note, the stench of death is everywhere. steve irwin- the famous crocodile hunter and one of my heroes died tragically today while shooting a documentary, apparently stabbed by a stingray's barb. He will be sorely missed. But his legacy will live on! You were the greatest steve!!! May you find peace with the lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the maintainance guys at warren today was killed in the 2nd hole water hazard when he accidentally drove some heavy machinery into the pond and drowned to death. Apparently someone tried to save him but he was struggling so hard that he had to let go for fear of his own life. Divers went in and only found his body 2 hours later. My condolences to his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored and decided to take this quiz which is formally on timmy's blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Favourite day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day on 2005's calendar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Favourite moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm trying hard to handle the 2 wheel ride with another girl behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Favourite time of the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00am? Cos it is the quietest moment of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Favourite word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Favourite phrase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin' !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Favourite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not specific.. As long as it's something meant to be eaten, it's fine with me. And definitely not a pen cap! lolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Favourite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arabica white coffee without sugar added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Favourite boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloysius! My best pal ever! He's going to jakata today and... Bon voyage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Favourite girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Jerena aka gao de? Cos she never fail to cheer me up when I'm feeling down. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Favourite sport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see a man having difficulty sinking a small white ball into a hole in a bloody big field which is normally 7 km long, that's my game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Favourite place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida! Somewhere between Ft. Pierce Vero beach and Palm beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Favourite colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferrari Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Favourite car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercedes CLS 350&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Favourite movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tough question. I seldom watch movie nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Favourite song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not specific too cos I listen to almost every song and I love them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Current dressing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billabong boardshorts and an Op tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Current height?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;186cm!!! 36 cm difference compared to the... the.. the.... Ai ya... Jerena la.. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Current weight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm still in the 2 digit's category that's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Current status?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is Ayumi Hamasaki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Current desktop background?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some blue colour wallpaper with wordings on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Current location?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I even need to type out my home address?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Current song's playing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Tell Bozou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Current web page?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... How am I suppose to post this if my page is http://google.com? zzzz....zzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Current messenger's display name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  # d`fallen    / what lovin` ? /    and i've got no idea how I feel about you at this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Current amount of money in pocket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... 2 digit. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Last person who you talk to on messenger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerena Tan.... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Last person who sms you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloysius! Telling me that he's on his way to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Last person who called you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kim Ji Sung, Sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Last place you gone to before where you're now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The livng room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. And, any last word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who's the one who started off with this quiz first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115743669871885381?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115743669871885381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115743669871885381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115743669871885381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115743669871885381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok-i-shall-ignore-all-shit-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115721712038005058</id><published>2006-09-03T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T01:12:01.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really hate my present state now. It really sucks, a big time. Everything's just so screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115721712038005058?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115721712038005058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115721712038005058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115721712038005058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115721712038005058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-really-hate-my-present-state-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115694510973428131</id><published>2006-08-30T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:39:03.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my myopia is getting worse. It's funny, I can't see clearly even with my specs on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather high today. I mean, hyper. The teacher distribute our english paper back. To my surprise that I actually make it. However, jerena failed by one mark. Her face was like... Disappointed? So I took and look through her paper, searching pathetically for one single mark. However, THANK GOD, I found that mark for her and she's able to pass. Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, officially got back my POA script today. Making an amendment, I wasn't scoring as high as 93, ( that's what chun hui told me ), but an average mark of 83% for the past 5 tests. *woohoo~~ I'm the leader among the Sec 3 express!* Alright, back to the track. Gotten full marks for the structured question, 33/33, and 6/10 for that bloody MCQs. It just sucks, big time. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, When we're about to leave for lunch, wee teck and robin were having conflict. Not siding anyone, but I personally think that wee teck shouldn't said or did that. So after which, wee teck left home. Whatwhatwhatever. Dine in KFC. lolls. Saw Fanny again. Second time in this month I suppose. Chat a bit, just a bit. After lunch, went to Arena CC for golf and robin came along too. I dragged him to play. I mean, ask him to try. Not that bad actually, at least he didn't miss any ball. A moment later, Charisse and shu hui came. And this time, I acknowledged shu hui! lolls. Quite surprise la. Charisse asked me to guide her.. But I don't think I did anything to benefit her yeah? lolls. So sorry about it. Just before leaving to the main clubhouse, I saw a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BROKEN&lt;/span&gt; chair at the corner. That reminds me of shu hui. *she broke a wooden chair last time and I saw it! We're arguing abt this matter in our testimonials.* I asked her to look at it and she gave me that innocent look. Hahas. Well, no offences about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is teacher's day celebration and I promised some of my primary schools' friends that I'll be going back to my primary school. Kinda of miss them and miss my primary school life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115694510973428131?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115694510973428131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115694510973428131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115694510973428131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115694510973428131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-think-my-myopia-is-getting-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115677865698085644</id><published>2006-08-28T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:24:17.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.. It has been a long time since I previously blog. Well, life is really great for me recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, have had dinner with some close friends at changi village. Wishing more of this to come, providing we have got the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, got back some of the common test papers. Pretty please with the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some papers which I've taken back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Mother tongue   //    78&lt;br /&gt;. Mathematics   //    A bloody 62&lt;br /&gt;. Combined sciences   //   82&lt;br /&gt;. Combined humanities   //   *ahem 47 ahem*&lt;br /&gt;. Principle of accounts   //   93 *lalala~~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went for lunch with Jerena, Candis, Wan Ting, Robin and Vincent. But frankly speaking, I didn't want to go actually cos I still have stuffs to attend to after school. However, promised jerena that I'll be going. So I've got no choice but to jolly well make my way there. Hahas.. Not that bad actually... Was crapping with jerena while eating the pizza. And today was the first time that I'm so sick of pizza.. Too much of it I suppose.. Was playing with jerena... I pour lots of cheese powder on her pizza and she pour lots of chilli powder on mine. Whatever. And got once she tried the tabasco sauce and her facial expression had a 180 degrees change. Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, jerena left for tuition and candis..... WHERE DID CANDIS GO?!?! Hahas.. The rest of us went for bowling.. Lots of enjoyable moments and I shall not state them all here. All the best to everyone and of cos, hope I can pass all the other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115677865698085644?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115677865698085644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115677865698085644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115677865698085644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115677865698085644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115641821823209770</id><published>2006-08-24T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T19:26:56.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, now that my temperature and brainwaves have returned to some state of normalcy, I shall try to blog peacefully again... *breathe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I've got a doubt in my mind right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why should I wanna be happy or even content with the miserable state of my existence right now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's a fucking mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My golf swing is just screwed. I'm absolutely fed up with everything about my golf now. I played like a whore in the pesta sukan and the seemingly neverending slump I'm in continues. Actually, its been dreadful the whole damn year long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only consolation, at least people care. Everyone's been really supportive and encouraging but I'm hoping that it turns around quick or I might just give up this stupid game I love for good, and that would be equivalent to hitting rock bottom then finding a shovel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's just been a trainwrek over the last month and stuff that I've gone through over the last week is the last thing I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about 1 degree short of either suicidal or homicidal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my life back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever it is now, everything in the past can't be back again. Those happy moments I used to have.. As for now, I'm blasting music like nobody business... Current track: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancing Alone - Ashlee Simpson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 've just finish some writing... Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lusting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be held,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to feel warmth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to feel your beating heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanting to be sheltered from the cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heartless winds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falling into invisible arms;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into an abyss of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wishing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that my desires will be filled;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my desires of loving warmth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanting to be held,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comforted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dreaming of passionate embraces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of tender kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loving words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;romantic nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting for my undying love to be recovered again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alright, gotten back my mother tongue paper today.. Hmmm... Not too bad.. At least gotten an A1... Jerena's having flu.. Her voice was extremely hilarious, and was cute at the same time. Listen to her speaking from 1 to 10 if you doubt what I'm saying right now.. *GAO DE.. No offence ya? ^-^* Hahas.. Well, will be leaving Mr Blogspot alone now.. All the best to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115641821823209770?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115641821823209770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115641821823209770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115641821823209770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115641821823209770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-now-that-my-temperature-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115608835678059065</id><published>2006-08-20T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:44:16.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really hope that everything I've plan will go in it's way smoothly and make it an unforgettable one. However, that still gotta depends if the verdict next week is a favourable one. Good luck to me and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115608835678059065?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115608835678059065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115608835678059065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115608835678059065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115608835678059065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-really-hope-that-everything-ive-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115573201661018443</id><published>2006-08-16T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:54:28.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School today was really ridiculous. I mean, extremely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was out for lunch Robin, Aloysius and Vincent, at Jurong Point, again. *Start getting sick of that place.* While I'm ordering food, a girl approached me. Hmmm... Not really approaching, it's like, calling me from the back. And I look back, well, she looks familiar. After a second of hesitation, I realise that she's my dear primary schoolmate! lolls. Her name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fanny&lt;/span&gt;. *Primary school's peeps, rmb her?* Alright, since I've got the time now, let me talk about some stories about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the same class during Primary 2. We used to play together at the fitness corner everyday during recess. And there's one occasion that she falls badly when she plays with the monkey bar and I quickly approach the Operation Manager for help. Yupps yupps. And one thing that keep me a deep impression, she've got a extremely nice signature. lolls. What's more, she's one of the people who brighten up my primary school's life! And not forgetting one thing, she was a prefect at that time and we did have times when we do our duties together. Hahas. Compare to primary school, secondary school's life is pretty much sucky. Secondary school is so stress! Need to study quite a number of subjects, unlike primary school. Merely 4 subjects. I miss my primary school life a lot. As for my wish now, I really hope that I can experience my primary school's life again for once. Even if that's only for a day... Ya ya. I know that's not practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother tougue common test tommorow. Gotta start memorise the words and phrases now! Good luck everyone and take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mi-ya-vi.blogspot.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;*Candis  did the 10 things list for me on the blog too! ^-^&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115573201661018443?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115573201661018443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115573201661018443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115573201661018443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115573201661018443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/school-today-was-really-ridiculous.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115564708126585779</id><published>2006-08-15T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:11:02.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wouldn't it be nice if this world is full of laughter and love? Laughter, that's something easy to achieve but as for love....... Well, forget it. Let's drop this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Is what I've always thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    As sure as the rain tenderly falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    As sure as the sun rising steadily in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    We would share a bond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Binding us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    But did you feel it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    The drawing attraction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    When I held you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    What were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    If I stared deeply into your exquisite eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Would you stare back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    If I softly whispered my feelings to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Would you whisper back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Would it feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Like we were the only people on earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    But I understand now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    I have to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    I have to break free from these feelings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    For where there was once love and happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    There is now hurt and despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    And where you once was in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Is left with redundant love and emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Time flies, now it's in the middle of August and common tests are around the corner. I'm glad to say that I can now concentrate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;on studies than last semester. Lots of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; blue funk&lt;/span&gt; things happened in the first half of the year and makes me totally no mood to get any academic's stuff into my mind. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Well, consider everything in the past as a nightmare and I'm now awake.* &lt;/span&gt;And presently, I'll put in my best effort into my studies and I hope I can promote to Sec 4 express smoothly and successfully next year. Till then, best wishes to me and everyone!!! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115564708126585779?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115564708126585779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115564708126585779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115564708126585779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115564708126585779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/wouldnt-it-be-nice-if-this-world-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115556441111461943</id><published>2006-08-14T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:06:51.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! When I received the bank statement for my account this afternoon, I was SHOCKED! 3 pages full of transactions and the figures were... *ahem*... Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a good day today. Lunch with Sean, Vincent and Danny. Dine at Pizza hut. It's hilarious. Actually, we ordered 2 regular pizza and some side orders. However, when the first pizza was served, it was a LARGE one. I mean, that was really a big pizza. We were like, "HUH?!?! Ain't we ordered a REGULAR pizza? How come it comes a LARGE one?". After sometime, when we approach the waitress because the 2nd pizza was so long to be served, and that's the time we realised that the waitress took the wrong order. *No wonder there's a enormous pizza lie on our table~~* However, we're glad that they compensate us with a complimentary pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called SGA and withdraw my competitions for this week and I need to pass them my MC tmr. Sean and me were still arranging the BBQ on Friday, for the birthday boy today. *ahemvincentahem* And maybe going for group study on saturday with Candis, jer jer and guys. lolls. I gotta go off to study my mathematics with my new o'level guide I've bought just now... All the best to everyone in the coming common test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115556441111461943?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115556441111461943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115556441111461943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115556441111461943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115556441111461943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg-when-i-received-bank-statement-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115522597719792491</id><published>2006-08-10T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T00:09:45.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A word to describe her? Gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;2 words? Gorgeous and tall.&lt;br /&gt;3 words? Gorgeous, tall and stylish.&lt;br /&gt;4 words? Gorgeous, tall, stylish and adorable.&lt;br /&gt;5 words? Gorgeous, tall, stylish, adorable and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;6 words?  Gorgeous, tall, stylish, adorable, beautiful and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;7 words? Gorgeous, tall, stylish, adorable, beautiful, friendly and cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop here. Got a long list to go if I type all the words out ^^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now it's time for the 10 things list again........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky winner for today is.... Jerena !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. her name. Jerena Tan Kai Hwee! What an alliterating names! ^^&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Girl next door looks, above average intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She's talented, outgoing and sporty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She somehow manages to retain some talent for irritating me about things on a daily basis... lolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great advice giver. Sometimes I'm down, or when the daily grind of life starts getting to me, she's one of them who's always there to cheer me up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Persistent. This is a tough one... Selective persistence more like it. Never say die to anything but her height and size...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Easily amused. Well when you hang around someone like that it's easy to see why ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very x 1 000 000 smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Extremely competitive. No matter what she does in life, she wants to be the best.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Small girl! She can't get around with this name. But... She gotta face the fact! I'm so sorry dude. ;) No offence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;d'valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115522597719792491?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115522597719792491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115522597719792491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115522597719792491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115522597719792491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/word-to-describe-her-gorgeous.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115509067623747534</id><published>2006-08-09T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T10:32:05.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You see, it's like this. You can only love the sun through its sunshine, because you are not made for beholding the sun directly. So you do what you can, by seeing light through cracks, or marveling at it changing the colours of leaves, or puddling in golden pools on the road, or merely piercing a cloud at the right sad moment in your life. and then you see the sun, even if you don't, because you see its sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Get this straight, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now it's time for the 10 things list again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lucky winner today is....... *drumroll*. . . . . . . . . Candis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;She is a great confidante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She is very egoistical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She is damn brainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She has super cool blog posts which I love reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. her name. candis teo na na! I love alliterating names!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She's hyperactive.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. She's cool&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. She's cool&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. And lastly, she's cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I can't think of anything right now! I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115509067623747534?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115509067623747534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115509067623747534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115509067623747534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115509067623747534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-see-its-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115495394600095381</id><published>2006-08-07T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:32:26.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's this thing that's in the deep dwelling of my mind. I just can't get the whole lots of botheration out of my mind. I doubt everything will rest in the short time extent. That's not the first time she ever did that and she has made some unwanted decisions to make her life difficult. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, piles of work ain't finish. However, I'll be at my very best to get whatever that should be done on time. Moreover, responsibility is the word for all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've get everything done for tomorrow's activity and I do hope that everything would go on in a favorable way. Of course, the best thing is to gain profit. No matter how much or little the profit is. I WANT PROFIT! Cos I don't want to be the one who pay for the Sakae Sushi meal. *Yee Min, we got a deal, right?* ^-^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll have a feast with some close friends tomorrow. Really looking forward for it. lolls. Ok... Let's see what shall I do to kill time now? hmmm... I know... It's time for my 10 things list! Something I decided to get off Timmy' blog which he got off marcia's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lucky winner: *drumroll*... ... ... Pang Yong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. personality. Sure he may seem like a cold faced killer with no compassion the first time you meet him but hey, he's a wonderful loving human being =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. looks. great lookin guy, I have to admit...girls will melt in a few years time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. style. He's not flashy, he's not outrageous, but there's an aura around him thats uniquely Pang Yong! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. temperament. One cool customer, it'll take quite alot to crack this cookie... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. ultimate gentleman. Polite and living hope that chivalry is not dead... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. compassion. Now there's something you don't see alot of these days in teenage men... But there's no shortage in good old sunshine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. sense of humor? Well that's a toughie but you gotta admit, when he's on a roll, its not too bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. fun loving. When you're around me, you gotta be fun loving and he'll pass easy in that area.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. sense of style. Always scores high with me... He ain't exactly loaded but hey, if you want good looks on a budget, he's the man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. the pyongyang! haha, he'll kill me for that, but its a trademark... Sorry mate ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to watch MAD tv now... Later peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115495394600095381?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115495394600095381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115495394600095381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115495394600095381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115495394600095381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/theres-this-thing-thats-in-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115442305291042510</id><published>2006-08-01T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T17:05:52.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having headache over the national day busking. The quotations and stuffs. Really giving me lots of troubles. Screw that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've decided to let Jerena in charge of the drinks stall as I'll be working with my boys with the game's corner. *I trust that she will be able to do a good job as she has become my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'mini secretary'.&lt;/span&gt;* lolls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my physics paper today, 21/25... lolls.. On top of that, got back the weekly POA test paper last friday and I gotten a full marks for that. *woohoo~~~* However, I really really hope that I can do as well for other subjects. Especially my mathematics. Haiz.. And today, I nearly forget to return the phone to Jerena and I almost brought it home.. lolls. Sorry about that. What's more, I manage to change my name in her phone back to Christopher! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May peace be with you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin`&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115442305291042510?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115442305291042510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115442305291042510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115442305291042510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115442305291042510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-having-headache-over-national-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115435093009783055</id><published>2006-07-31T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:02:10.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ya'll, I've discover a new nickname for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jerena&lt;/span&gt;! *ahem&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lerena&lt;/span&gt;ahem* lolls. Hmmm... I barely have the time to blog recently due to piles of assignments and schoolwork. *still working hard on my golf too* Till then, best wishes to everyone and stay cheery always! Love ya all! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin`&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115435093009783055?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115435093009783055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115435093009783055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115435093009783055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115435093009783055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-yall-ive-discover-new-nickname-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115401101691906210</id><published>2006-07-27T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:36:56.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling rather down today. I mean while I'm in school. It's because I've heard the things that I dislike and saw something the really kills me. Ya ya. Screw them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During CEP, I was sitting alone and millions of sorrows were running through my mind. I felt very depressed. Luckily, jerena came and talked to me. I mean, she's here to cheer me up and told me some motivating words and sentences. Hahas. I seek her advice and from that time onwards, my mood gets slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Just before school ends, me and her sat along the corridor outside our class and chat. Guess what? She kept copying whatever actions I do. What the hell... *laughs* However, she lost the game in the end. lolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I've just finished a blog layout, a brochure for english's project. Feeling rather sleepy now. Yupps yupps.. God bless everyone. May peace be with you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin`&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115401101691906210?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115401101691906210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115401101691906210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115401101691906210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115401101691906210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/feeling-rather-down-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115392366956798328</id><published>2006-07-26T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:21:09.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As a promise to Jerena, I shall have this post reserve for her. Well, this girl, I usually call her Joheha/Jorela/Jorinah and etc. She's a small girl, i mean, for her age, she's relatively small in her size. However, small size with mature mind. Impressive huh? She's cute and can very fierce at times. She can be quite mature and childish at times too. I mean, sometimes. *Don't take it to heart ya?* She can be humorous and can be very violent sometimes. Depending on her surrounding. Yupps. Well, she's a POA pro too. She gotten all the concepts correctly but mistakes in the figures during the test today. Haiz... Yupps... Let's try harder next time ya? However one thing is for sure, we're out of the remedial lesson's list! How lucky we are. Well, by what she've mention in her blog, i shall now change her contact in my phone to Joheha.. *laughs* Hmmm... Yupps... Take care ya? All the best! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I felt I'm writing a testimonial for her. lolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin`&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115392366956798328?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115392366956798328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115392366956798328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115392366956798328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115392366956798328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-promise-to-jerena-i-shall-have-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115383775395379648</id><published>2006-07-25T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:41:01.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really have got no idea if I've done the right thing. I was like, ruining somebody's life, somebody's future. Although she said that that's not my fault and I'm not the one to blame, but I still feel very bad about it. I'm sorry for who ever that's concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now, &lt;span class="body"&gt;maybe I just want to state this down once and for all. For those who's &lt;/span&gt;giving me a sense of respect, I'll respect you, by all means. However, for those who don't treat me as anyone and trying to meddle with my personal life or invading my privacy, I won't hesitate to walk you out and I shall give you the deepest sense of humiliation which you deserve to get from what you've done. Please, if you've got nothing better to do, my advice to you is, do something which is favorable to the community. Do not be so idiotic to find yourself into unwanted troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's becoming more evident&lt;br /&gt;Much more obvious to me&lt;br /&gt;I thought much more of you&lt;br /&gt;Than you ever thought of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this my biggest mistake&lt;br /&gt;Letting myself think you cared&lt;br /&gt;Was I just your marionette&lt;br /&gt;With heartstrings open and bared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me left here still thinking&lt;br /&gt;What was false, what was true&lt;br /&gt;So puzzling and so complex&lt;br /&gt;I'm left to await another clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my heartstrings you played&lt;br /&gt;Each left with a loving memory&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still have those questions&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering why all the intrigue&lt;br /&gt;Now why all of this mystery&lt;br /&gt;Why am I left here hanging&lt;br /&gt;Your the one that holds the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; what lovin`?&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115383775395379648?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115383775395379648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115383775395379648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115383775395379648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115383775395379648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-really-have-got-no-idea-if-ive-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115367006179475674</id><published>2006-07-23T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:00:54.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ya'll, in a hurry burry state I am, but never too busy to blog! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, went out with sean and vincent to sim lim square. Sean bought a new graphic card for his computer and I bought a bluetooth adapter. Yupps. After that, went to sean's house and watch him installing his graphic card. After everything, aloysius came and fetch me and vincent to fairway. Hmmm, with his sister and her friends also. Hahas.. Such a long time since the last time i saw her.. I think that was during my birthday? ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, went to harbour front's mcdonalds to revise schoolwork with vincent. Sean join us a while later. After that, we went to clarke quay and walk to funan to check out the latest software on the go. Hahas... Hmmm, didn't make any purchases there ya.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, yes, today was interesting. In the afternoon, went to Sean's old house to do some schoolwork with him, vincent and danny. I did a POA question and after that, FUN TIME! Hahas. We played the mini-soccer thingy and played the stupid card game. The whatever car tuning card. lolls. At 5 pm, danny left us and we went to orchard for the dance competition. I mean, we went there to watch the competition. The place was quite deserted and got a little lost before finally finding it. lolls. Yupps. It's a asia-pacific dance competition, so there are dancers from many countries. However, we're there to support tanglin secondary's contempt dancers. Hmmm... Watched their performance, well, a word to describe, awesome. Lol... They really did a great job. Beautiful dance steps. Yupps. We left before the results were released. Although i'm not from tanglin secondary, but i really hope that they can win something for their school.. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for school tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin`&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115367006179475674?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115367006179475674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115367006179475674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115367006179475674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115367006179475674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-yall-in-hurry-burry-state-i-am-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115323448252667732</id><published>2006-07-18T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:09:17.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick updated before I shut down this computer which was "awake" more than 24 hours already. Okay. School was rather interesting today. Free for 3 periods as the teacher was down for course or something like that. Actually, we were given assignments to do which gotta be handed up after that. However, ended up "bimbolising" with the girls. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch out with robin and wee teck. Met vincent after that. Had lunch at clementi. Actually we decided to go other places after lunch. But robin gave us a "good" reason to forget about the whole idea, "gotta go home for gaming." Ya ya.. Wadever. Game all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revised a bit for test tmr. Ya... With a bit of hardwork, that will only gain a bit of success, i mean, a bit, border-line passes. Ya ya... God bless me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin`&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115323448252667732?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115323448252667732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115323448252667732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115323448252667732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115323448252667732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-quick-updated-before-i-shut-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115314998664882474</id><published>2006-07-17T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T16:58:28.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm almost late for school today. I mean, almost. Manage to get there just in time. Nothing much happened today, just that I kept teasing jerena. The wadever "kai hwee"... hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch out with robin, ya, without koh wee teck. Why? Cos he's down for classes. Ya ya... Wadever. Went to Ikea for lunch. Most of you will find it weird rite? Others go there for furniture, we go there for food. Hahas... Ya.. We're lame, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shagged after reaching home. Fell asleep not long after showering. And I just woke up from my bed not long ago. Hahas. Hmmm... I'm now talking to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Seanny&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En En Princess&lt;/span&gt; ( or wadever it is )... Hmmm.. Should say that I'm actually enjoying their conversation yeah? Lol... I'm so out of place... ^^ And I'm soooo tired right now. *yawn* Gotta sleep again, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115314998664882474?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115314998664882474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115314998664882474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115314998664882474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115314998664882474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-almost-late-for-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115298357815211279</id><published>2006-07-16T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T17:20:14.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Blog was edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This afternoon, Aloysius called me and ask me to go Fairway. Lol... His call makes me no mood to study... So I changed and made my way there. However, he was stuck in the bus due to slow traffic. So I went to play bowling. Not long after, he came. However, we still gotta wait for "Seany" and Danny... After which, have had dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, guide Aloysius, a bit. A bit distracted... Lol... Cos I was smsing charlene at the same time.. Sorry about that. Hmmm... Then I took his club and started playing... And I stopped when I feel aching from my back... Haiz... Stupid back... Always give me problem... What the hell... Haiz... However, heck care. Still play and even challenge with "Seany"... Hahas... Challenging about all sorts of nonsense... Lol... *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmm... Charlene, I'm sorry for the delaying between the messages interval ok? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 95, 95); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Seany, don't mind calling you that right? SEANY! Lol... ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, god bless everyone... All the best..? I'm still breathing the lovely air and living a lovely life! What's more, I enjoyed downloading stuffs using the fastest internet speed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin`&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115298357815211279?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115298357815211279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115298357815211279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115298357815211279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115298357815211279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-was-edited.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115289678570836087</id><published>2006-07-15T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:33:10.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was pretty fine today. POA for the first 2 periods. Maths and then PE after that. Screw PE lesson. Then bla bla bla, whatsoever that happened in between till school ends. Ya, Sean sms me in the middle of the lesson and even call me. And I answered his call in front of the teacher... Wahaha... Nothing happen. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school, headed home and get changed before meeting Sean at a later time. Met him at Outram MRT, went to Dhoby Ghaut for gaming. After that, went to Fairway Club to meet Aloysius as I've promised him to go. Vincent and Danny made their way there also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After observing Aloysius's swing for a while, I started to guide him. Tuning his swing a bit. Alright, some major changes like positioning and force releasing. I help him to modify his swing till he gotten it a better one. Yupps... Now's better. He hit a number of good shots and I guess, these shots impressed his dad a lot? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After golfing, went to have dinner with them and was Aloysius's daddy treat. Yupps.. Have had a great and delicious dinner indeed. So after that, took bus back home with Danny and Vincent. Have had a talk with Danny. ( I'm sorry about it. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, today was fine indeed. I saw one of my ex-schoolmate on the train. She stares at me, as if I'm so weird-looking. After which then she smiles at me and I acknowledge her... Lol... And just now, Sean used my phone to sms Jia'en some sorts of nonsenses. Damn it. I gotta be known as "Weird Guy" again... .... .... ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Aloysius! I think your swing is okay by now. Just remember my words whenever you play golf. ( Ensure the 4 things are correct before you take-away and the 4 steps of force releasing. The up-swing, drop, potential power and release. Join them together and swing down REAL fast. ) Oh ya, remember, swing must be firm. I mean legs and shoulder. No big movement for your head, and one most important thing, CONCENTRATION. Heck care whatever they are talking about, concentrate on your game. Never get distracted by them! Remember when you're taking part in competition, how many cameras are taking picture of you? How many spectators are watching you? Every shot counts. A 300m drive and a 2 inch putt, both are consider 1 shot. So concentration is very important. What's more, train hard! Practice more... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hardwork is a key towards success.&lt;/span&gt; ^^ Hmmm, help me thanks your dad once again for the dinner tonight on my behalf. And also, send my warmest regards to both your mum and your sister. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Danny, I'm sorry for those words. I know maybe I've offended you. But I'm just stating out the fact. A leader should be the one who calls the shot and make the final verdict, not the one who listening to what others were saying and follow their decision. You're a captain! You must try your best to resolve the problems and not waiting for the problems to be resolved themselves! In fact, the problems would never resolve if you don't give a damn... Am I right? Talk to the members, find out what's the reason for not attending the golf section every week. Talk to them! What's more, you'll earn their respect, as a leader, as a captain, as a senior of Tanglin Secodary Golf Team. I really mean no harm in those words. But I do hope you'll think about it and somemore, you doesn't have much time left before graduating. If you face any difficuties, you can always approach us. We'll give you our fullest support and of course, for the sake of the juniors and the golf club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;Spread the lovin`&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115289678570836087?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115289678570836087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115289678570836087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115289678570836087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115289678570836087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/school-was-pretty-fine-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115271657099975258</id><published>2006-07-12T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:02:51.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was great. Alright, chinese lesson in the morning, kept asking Pang Yong questions which somehow gonna makes him mad one day. ^^ POA after recess, have had a short test. I'm surprised to know that I'm the only one in the class who got the answers correct. The teacher browsed through my papers during the test duration and told me that I've got the concepts correct. Yupps... After the test, he asked me to present my answer by writing it on the whiteboard.. *shivers* A bit nervous but proud at the same time... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Robin, Wee Teck and Vincent at Pizza Hut. Kept arguing about the concepts of foods and restaurants with Robin. *evil laughs* It all started with "Pizza". We went to Pizza Hut together for 3 times and he ordered pizza each time there. I asked him to try something else instead of Pizza everytime. He replied, " No no no... Eating in Pizza Hut, I must order pizza because the name of the restaurant said so! " What the hell, so I said, " Hmmm... Pizza for you right? Which means you can only eat pizza here. No drinks, no soup for you. Or rather, next time if you dine in McDonalds, you should order "Donalds". If you eat at Hawker Centre, you should order "Hawker". This is your idea rite?" Indeed, when the drinks was serve, I said, " No no no... You cannot drink. You can only eat pizza here. " Same things goes when the soup was serve. *laughs* In the end, he still finished up his portion of food. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Arena CC for golf with Vincent. Didn't play much because my back still not fully recovered, yet. Hit a bit and tune my swing, again. Whatever. Went for bowling after Aloysius and Sean met us at a later time. Played 3 games and I won all 3. Ya ya... Next, after the games, Vincent went home and left the 3 of us alone. We went for dinner and after that, we shop a bit, thanks to Sean. Okay, enough of that. Reach home at about 9 pm and was totally shagged or rather, exhausted. Revised my chemistry and physics. Practice POA by drawing all accounts and journals again. Left only 10% of energy now. Gotta recharge my energy by resting and sleeping. Ya ya.. Lame... Have a early night then. God bless everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115271657099975258?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115271657099975258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115271657099975258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115271657099975258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115271657099975258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115262051962420618</id><published>2006-07-11T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:26:31.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yupps... Changed my blog layout, finally. Every and everything here on this page started from scratches by me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school today was fine. Nothing great happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, I saw a girl, a girl who ignited my life in the past, when I was young. It's funny, I alighted the bus and she boarded the bus, at the same time. Haiz... Why would she turn around and look at me again? That eye contact was so familiar. I really want to forget all the things that happened in the past. However, why was it so coincidence for me to see you again? Why is it always you who I'll see whenever I feeling down? Why?!?! Forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115262051962420618?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115262051962420618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115262051962420618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115262051962420618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115262051962420618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/yupps.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115254825497167051</id><published>2006-07-10T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T00:17:34.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I choose to believe you again and again and again and again. But what did you do? Remember what did you promise me? Did you do what you've promised or said? Probably not. Nope, absolutely not. It's due to my stupidity. Liar. I hate liar. I loathe liar. Low class shit. Screw that. Get out of my life. I'm nothing related to you from now on. Heck cares our friendship or whatsoever. Nope, no way. I don't give a damn how you gonna feel. And why should I care? Don't ever regret. No, please don't. If you think I'm still the one in the past, you're wrong. I've change. In terms of character and attitude, I've change. If you don't believe, you can try. Feel free to test my out. I'm sure I'll make you pay a million times what I've lost. I swear I will do it. I believe that you know who you are, ugly shit, that's extremely obvious. Whether you know it or not, who cares? Low class shit and disgusted bitch. Screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, as I've said, everything that happened, they were in the past. The story won't change, not now not in the future. They're not favourable either. Destiny and reality are totally two different things. With your present in my life, everything I saw was nightmare. No.. They are digusting, absolutely disgusting. Last word before I end every chain of relationship or whatsoever, please, stop being so damn fucking disgusting. You makes me puke. No wonder I always lose my appetite... Damn bitch. You're an angel. Demon's angel. Devil's angel. Again, please mind your every move and every action you make in the future. Stop lowering the standard of all Singaporeans. Because of you, Singapore couldn't become the world class democratic society. Because of you, aptmospheric gases were getting lesser and lesser. Screw that. Your exist in this world is a total waste in terms of natural resources. Water, food, oxygen. You're polluting the beautiful scenery of our garden city. Once again, you're an insult to your parents. I believe that your parents are great. Hmmm, really really great people I mean. However, I don't understand. Why did these great people give birth to someone that's extremely a digrace to them, to their parents, to their grandparents, to their great grandparents and the ancestors? That's a total insult. Seek my advice, be environment-friendly. Stop giving out carbon dioxide or rather, greenhouse gases. They pollute the world. Screw that. You're the lousiest girl I ever seen in my life. Please, trust my words, at least I don't lie. You're the lousiest girl I ever met in my life. That's it.&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115254825497167051?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115254825497167051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115254825497167051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115254825497167051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115254825497167051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-choose-to-believe-you-again-and_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115253024952234205</id><published>2006-07-10T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T19:45:23.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yes, last week's weekend was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, met Vincent in the afternoon and went to harbour front to met up Sean. Yeah.. As normal, he was late, for around 30 minutes I think. *expected* Well, it's okay. Ate pizza at pastamania while waiting for his arrival. "Great" man indeed. Hahas. After that, the three of us went to Plaza Singapura and met up Aloysius, as he had his tuition there. We walk from where we are to Takashimaya for a reason, Aloysius's buying a water bottle. Hahas. Then, headed to Wisma to collect Vincent's "serviced"phone. Cab to Sean's place. But something unfortunate happened on the journey. Aloysius realised that he left or rather, dropped his dearest Nokia 7610 on the cab after we alight. Didn't manage to get back the phone... And this was the third phone that left on the cab in our cliques. First was Danny, his Nokia 6600, second was mine, Sony Ericsson w550i, then Aloysius's Nokia 7610. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I went out with *ahem* in the morning. Yupps... We went all around Singapore till she was tired and we went home. Had dinner with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there it goes the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weekdays-daily-routine&lt;/span&gt;", again. However, slightly better for today. It's raining, rainy day. Left for school a bit later but I'm not late for school. Whatever. Wasted the first 5 periods cos there're no teachers around. Screw that. And today, Jerena sat besides me in the morning. Yupps... Joked around her and stuffs like that. We threw erasers around and once Jerena attempted to kick it. Then I shouted, "OMG! Jerena! You're wearing skirt you know?!?! Diao... " No no.. Don't get the wrong idea. I didn't see anything. *see no evil* ^^ And what's more, we created the style of "communicating" with each other... I mean, some actions while we speak. Yupps.. Funky girl.. Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to clementi with Robin for lunch. Ya ya... My treat. Drinks on him. I went to the ATM after that to transfer money to *ahem ahem*.. Ya ya.. Don't ask me why I do that. ^^ Gotta revise for my chemistry and physics before I continue to transfer some of my files in my computer to my portable hard disk drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*From the bottom of my heart, all my friends and buddies who have really made a huge impact on my life, I really wanna extend my love and gratefulness to you all! Especially Aloysius, you'll be my best friend or rather, brother for life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;Spreading the love or rather, Spread the lovin',&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115253024952234205?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115253024952234205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115253024952234205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115253024952234205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115253024952234205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-yes-last-weeks-weekend-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115227991936573780</id><published>2006-07-07T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:52:25.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something i pinched off julian's blog out of bordeom...haha...enjoy... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three names you go by&lt;/span&gt;: Timmy, Aloysius, Xin Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three parts of your heritage&lt;/span&gt;: Singaporean. Japanese. English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three things that scare you&lt;/span&gt;: Really weird people who look at you funny (ahem *kevinkuah* ahem), asian horror flicks and failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three things you're wearing now&lt;/span&gt;: Plain orange tee, billabong boardshorts, titan band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three of Your Everyday Essentials&lt;/span&gt;: Fresh air, love, golf clubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three of your favourite bands or musical artistes at the moment&lt;/span&gt;: Ayumi hamasaki, Jay chou, Kelly clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three of your favourite songs at the moment&lt;/span&gt;: Evolution, Dearest, Shan hu hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You want in a relationship (other than love)&lt;/span&gt;: Fun, companionship, mutual respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two truths and a lie&lt;/span&gt;: I'm single (for the most part), I'm a virgin ( stop laughing ) and jerena is taller than me... Not too hard spotting the lie there eh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three Physical Things about the Opposite Sex that Appeal to You&lt;/span&gt;: looks, brains, sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three of your favourite hobbies&lt;/span&gt;: talking/joking, playing golf, writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three things you want really badly now&lt;/span&gt;: improvement in studies, another win in major championships, a new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three places you wanna go on vacation&lt;/span&gt;: Italy, Spain, Roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three things you wanna do before you die&lt;/span&gt;: dancing in the moonlight, win the grand slam, be a friend to everyone i meet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three people i would like to see take this quiz&lt;/span&gt;: Anyone who feels like it ;) I'm not picky... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115227991936573780?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115227991936573780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115227991936573780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115227991936573780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115227991936573780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/something-i-pinched-off-julians-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115218717741119271</id><published>2006-07-06T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T20:06:27.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm quite depressing. My back injuries doesn't shows any sign of recovering. For your information, I can't even bend down and retrieve things that's on the floor. I've got absolutely no mood to play golf for the rest of the month... Might consider withdrawing from next month competition though... Damn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I promise her for outing this saturday and fret not, my injuries may neglect the whole story, again. Maybe we should just eat dinner together or stuffs like that..? But I'm sure that she'll not agree with that. What am i gonna do? Cycling will kill me instantly, no doubt. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then... That was one of the most forgettable weeks in recent memory but I'm not about to throw myself off the side of a very tall building just yet... The asia pacific golf championships have come and gone and needless to say, the singaporean hopefuls were left shooting blanks... Choo was a great amateur indeed. He was invited to playing in california's competition and competing with other 52 invited golfers around the world. Perhaps we shall bless him for giving us pals a favourable results.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in hindsight nothing to celebrate about this week (learned a lot though)... But nothing I'm going to lose sleep over.. Its just been one of those ego check weeks where you just gotta accept it and move on... Anyway, I've still got singapore amateur open next month to look forward and that entirely depends of course if my back injuries recovers by then. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now moving slightly out from the darkest side of life and start getting use to the sunshining world. Till then, peace be with everyone. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115218717741119271?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115218717741119271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115218717741119271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115218717741119271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115218717741119271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-quite-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115211062344962701</id><published>2006-07-05T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:56:02.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you think that school lesson is interesting, I think maybe you should take a look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img141.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc000158jt7xk.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 244px; height: 185px;" src="http://img110.imageshack.us/img110/1156/dsc000158jt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is enough to say it all. They were dreaming away. I mean, they were sleeping! Enough of that, today's quite interesting. I am glad to say that I was actually paying attention throughout the day, even during the bloody boring 3 periods of POA! And first time in my life, I actually figure out and did an POA question on my own! Woohoo~~ A great achievement indeed.... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have lunch with Robin and Wee Teck after school. I went separate way from them after that and went home. Get changed and went to Jurong Point to meet Danny, Vincent and their folks for golf. Before leaving the "meet-up" place, I saw Hazel, my brother's girlfriend's sister. I think she saw me too.. Hahas.. Whatever... Went to Arena CC after that. Shu Hui and Charisse were there also. Yupps. I greeted Charisse and I did the same thing again, neglected Shu hui. I mean, I didn't say HI to her. ( Shu Hui, I'm not afraid of you and i didn't treat you as a ghost and of course, you are visible to my eyes... ) Hahas... Play golf a bit and I guided Dominic... ( Again, Shu Hui, I'm not a pro and that's my pleasure to guide him... ^^ ) Taught him how to release the strength from shoulder and how to flop. He's a fast learner indeed... *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to play bowling. Played 3 games and I won in the first 2. Finished at 2nd in the last game... ( For god sake, I didn't bet with them... ) Danny's daddy came and treat us dinner and send me home. Yupps.. I'm now revising my POA and after that, my physic and chemistry. Hahas... I know I gotta buck up.. O' level next year... Gotta get prepare now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm still breathing and lovin' life! Good luck everyone and peace be with you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115211062344962701?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115211062344962701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115211062344962701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115211062344962701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115211062344962701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-you-think-that-school-lesson-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115201290046167418</id><published>2006-07-04T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:18:27.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday was fun, indeed. Caught a movie during noon time with her and some of her friends. So after that headed up to Fish &amp; Co at Wheelock Place for lunch. I went home after sending her back. Showered up after that and then went off to meet some close friends for golf. Nope, I didn't play. Hahas.. My back was injured 2 weeks ago. I can't even run.. It hurts! Doctor gave me 3 day's MC for school and 19 day's MC for excusing Physical activities. Lol.. Back to the subject, had dinner together, Danny's treat. And I bought drinks for them. Aloysius and Vincent was enjoying the food and drinks happily. Of course, it's free, for them. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old daily routine today. Free period for F&amp;amp;N. Yupps.. I'm talking all the way and hopefully, there're people listening to my stories. Hahas! Cos everybody was so shagged, I mean the girls. ( The boys were obediently doing their assignments, weird huh? ) So I tell some jokes and stories to keep them occupied or rather, entertain them in order for them not to fall asleep... I suppose..? ^^ However the damn(est) things goes to the maths remedial class after school. Screw that. Before the lesson after school, i went to have my lunch with Wan Ting and her folks at Pizza Hut. The most hateful matter when eating with a large group of people in a restaurant is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;billing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;or rather,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; payment&lt;/span&gt;. They will start calculating the money for each person and start collecting money from everyone and sent one "representative" for payment. After paying, everybody will *kiasu(ly)* asking for their change from the one holding the money afraid that they won't get back the correct sum. Screw that, again. My lunch cost me $6 sth and i gave them $8. Robin gave them $10 and the both of us ended getting back nothing. Not even a cent. Forget it. Took cab back to school and went up to the class for maths class. Obviously, we are late. However, Wee Teck went to the front and tick our names from the attendance's list without teacher knowing. Hahas... So we went off after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I finally realise how a bitch looks like. Yupps.. Of course, that's sucky all the way. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&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/22593157-115201290046167418?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115201290046167418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115201290046167418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115201290046167418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115201290046167418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-yesterday-was-fun-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115185200431898497</id><published>2006-07-02T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T15:58:56.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm working on the coding of my blog these few days. Quite tiring because after a number of finalizing, I'm still not very impress by the results. So I may be working harder on it till the results finally suits me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Flag Day yesterday. Met up with Robin for breakfast in the early morning. After which, we went to the venue by foot. And that isn't because we doesn't have money to take public transport, but because the morning is still young. Who will wish to get there early and start with the bloody begging business yeah? Indeed, after we collected the donation tin, we didn't ask people for donation. In fact, we didn't allowed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyone &lt;/span&gt;to slot in the money into our tin because the both of us think that that's a total disgrace to us. Imagine, we spend money like water flowing and we never worry of insufficient money to spend, and now they want us to start taking the tin, putting a smile across the cheeks, begging people to put in money into the pathetic tin, NO, we know we can't do that. So we went to have fun instead of staying at that place. I went to his house at first, he dig out all the coins whichever he could find in his room and he even ask her sisters for coins. We divided the coins into half and we start putting in them into the tin. His mum saw us and she told Robin, "Robin ar... Must face the fact... Must learn!" Blah Blah Blah... Alot of stuff.. Then he replied, "No no! The teacher bully me! It's very shameless lor..." I was down there laughing. Hahas... After we filled in more than half of the tin with coins, we went to play bowling. Damn it. I lost money again. We played for 3 days, he won on the first day, then I won on the the next day and he won on the third day, again. And anyway, I haven't paid him yet. Hahas. After bowling section, we went for lunch and we went back to Jurong Point for submittion of tin. Took cab and the driver even donated too.. Hahas.. On our way there, saw Xin Yi, she's involve too... She asked me to donate, no choice, start to dig out coins from my wallet but I don't have any left. So I put in a $2 note instead. Hahas.. After submittion, we went separate ways and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, I went to meet up some close friends. Walk around a bit and had our dinner together. Went home after that. I'm like so shagged and am really happy that tomorrow's a holiday! :D ... Will probably stay at home for most of the day and work on my little project... Then might catch superman in the evening before going back... That entirely depends of course if she gives me a favourable verdict after tonight... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still breathing and lovin life! :D Till next time... Peace be with you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin`&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115185200431898497?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115185200431898497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115185200431898497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115185200431898497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115185200431898497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-working-on-coding-of-my-blog-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115157584550936477</id><published>2006-06-29T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T18:12:07.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got nothing to say anymore.. That's my mistake, a wrong decision. I admit it. I'm sorry. However, i really hope that she won't forgive me. That's all i gonna say. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115157584550936477?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115157584550936477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115157584550936477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115157584550936477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115157584550936477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-got-nothing-to-say-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115125069358196875</id><published>2006-06-25T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T16:07:16.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a month of school holiday, school is reopening tomorrow, FINALLY! Hahas... Quite excited but sad at the same time... It's kinda bored at home sometimes, but school ain't any better. School can be interesting at times, sucks at times. During holidays, a few times when i'm bored at home, decided to go out and walk around. However, that is when i realise how small Singapore can be. Always go to the town areas, beach and golf range. No more... Quite small indeed. But, if you think it's really small, try to walk from Jurong to Changi instead! Hahas... *evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think back what i've done during this one month, quite meaning and interesting. I can say that I spent every cent i got. ^^ Here are some stuff that happened during this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Took part in National Inter-School Junior Golf Championships.&lt;br /&gt;. Went out with Audrey &amp;amp; Charlene a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;. Golfing with close friends!&lt;br /&gt;. Have fun with close friends almost every day during holidays.&lt;br /&gt;. Cycling at East Coast Park with close friends!&lt;br /&gt;. Had barberque at Sean's place.&lt;br /&gt;. Being mistaken as a weird guy. Thanks to Sean. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;. Florida! ^^&lt;br /&gt;. Went to drink coffee with Aloysius and chat for twice!&lt;br /&gt;. Went out with Xin Yi to her friend's chalet! It's fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;. Finshed up my homework and get ready for term 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have to apologise to someone, Xin Yi... Felt guilty... She asked me out quite a number of times but i always cannot make it... i'm sorry... My schedule always change out of a sudden... Sorry sorry... Hahas... Hmmm... Next time maybe? Sorry... Hmmm... Wish her the very best in everything she do... Best wishes and take care!!! Good luck my old friend... Hope to see her again real soon! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115125069358196875?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115125069358196875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115125069358196875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115125069358196875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115125069358196875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/after-month-of-school-holiday-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115113087421543700</id><published>2006-06-24T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T14:50:21.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In no particular order, list down 3 people you talk to online, 4 people you see at school, 2 teachers, 3 people you love going out with and 3 people in your SMS inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    Pang Yong&lt;br /&gt;2.    Jia Wen&lt;br /&gt;3.    Xin Yi&lt;br /&gt;4.    Chin Keong&lt;br /&gt;5.    Sean&lt;br /&gt;6.    Alex&lt;br /&gt;7.    Ze Yi&lt;br /&gt;8.    Aloysius&lt;br /&gt;9.    Kim Mee&lt;br /&gt;10.    Charlene&lt;br /&gt;11.    Danny&lt;br /&gt;12.    Shu Hui&lt;br /&gt;13.    Audrey&lt;br /&gt;14.    Miss Lim&lt;br /&gt;15.    Miss Kang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so what do you think of number 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he's fine. A great guy indeed... Nuts at times, especially when he wants to bang the wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how would you feel if number 15 slapped you in the face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its her natural defence mechanism so yeah.. No surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on the scale of 1 to 10, how good lookin number 5 is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 6? Hmmm... Better don't write any comments. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how nice is number 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good fella... Soon to be a Buddha... Hahaha... Solid guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;honestly, if number 8 met an accident, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Seriously, I'll visit him and see how's his injuries and buy VEGETABLES for him at the same time! Hmmm... Still I'll feel pretty upset cos he's my best friend.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;would i ever fall for 15?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewwww! nooooo.... That would be just wrong... After all she's my teacher! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what if number 1 got a girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggled*...*starts banging fist on floor with laughter*...*mutters through tears and laughter*... Very surprise... Shocked but happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what sport would i play with number 12?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf! Hahas... She's in the golf team u see... Can't ask her to ride bicycle rite? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how much do you like number 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH?!?!?!?! He's a soccer freak! Woohoo~~~ His size is his advantage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will 13 and 7 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You MUST be joking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do i hate number 9?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i? She's my god sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;would 14 one day kill me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know about her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who do i like more? 3 or 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough fight *flips coin* ... The coin says 10. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get 5 people to do this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw that... You guys who have blogs and have read this go and do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;d'valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115113087421543700?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115113087421543700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115113087421543700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115113087421543700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115113087421543700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-no-particular-order-list-down-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115091543820028559</id><published>2006-06-22T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T12:42:46.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys! I'm finally back! After busying for days overseas, finally back home! Hahas... Home sweet home... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days ago, i went out with &lt;font&gt;Xin Yi&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;Hahas... Anyway, she was my dear primary schoolmate. Nope... Actually she was my ex-classmate.. Yupps.. I find it quite impressive... Almost 6 years of friendship between me and her... Hahas... That day I actually went to her friend's chalet... Don't ask me how was it, it's cool... Yupps... Hmmm... I manage to make quite a number of new friends... Hahas... Have had a fun day.. Alright, an interesting day indeed! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went golfing with some close friends just now... I didn't play much today... I'm just slacking around with them... Tired... That's the reason... Halfway through, we went to have lunch nearby. Have fun after that... Yupps... After that, we went back to the club and continues to bash balls... Well, i'm quite impressed by my performance today.. I've finally tuned my swing. Three-quarter swing instead of a full swing. Slower and better-feel swing, further and consistent ball flight. Yupps.. That's what I wanted. But wishing for the better... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her today. Should say that this is the second time I saw her after graduation. The previous time was on the train last year. Hmmm... What should I say... Hmmm... She still remain the same as last time i guess? I mean her physical appearance... Hmmm... No.. I think she grown taller le... Hahas.. *claps* Yupps... That's her physical appearance, but don't know about her characteristic. Glad to know that she's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... What should I say... Hmmm... Some may think I'm crazy when they know I like her for such a long time. About 4 years I think.. I mean, in the past. However, of course, it will definitely have their reasons for them to fall in love with someone. For me, to be in love with her, it's definitely gonna have my reasons. Mainly because I've saw the good points in her. And hopefully without knowing the other side of her.. However, in other people's perspective, her good points may turn into a bad one. So people out there, i mean if anyone, please don't criticize her. It is because you may not know her and never judge a book with it's cover. Like what i've said, there are reasons why i'll fall for her, i mean, i like her for such long period, ( 4 years is equivalent to about one-third of my life ) must have a reason in it. So please, it doesn't really reflect good to others or to me if you criticize someone i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*During these few days of ignorant and thoughts, i finally come to a conclusion. I mean, i finally understand... I guess we really came from 2 different worlds. We are totally different. You have your way of living and i've my style of life. We are so different. Example, whatever that can content me, that doesn't make you smile and when you're laughing at something, i don't feel it's funny at all... You're going for simple life, but that's what i can't give you. It's because i've already used to the type of life i have now... After so many things happened recently, i know we're drifting apart. Although I get to know you more, but you're not longer the girl i used to know. I can't lie to myself anymore. Forget it... Till then, my feelings for you will still remains. However, I think i'll choose to give up cos i know that we were not meant for each other.&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/22593157-115091543820028559?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115091543820028559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115091543820028559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115091543820028559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115091543820028559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/hi-guys-im-finally-back-after-busying_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-115081931026221067</id><published>2006-06-20T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:06:54.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It would be nice if we could put away and throw out everything except what really mattered, but reality is just cruel. And such times, I see you laughing whenever I close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the day I reach eternal sleep, that smiling face will have to stay with me without fail. People are all sad, so they go and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that which I should love, for that which gives me love, I will do what I can. Back then, when we met, it was all awkward. We went the long way, didn't we? We got hurt, didn't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, when we met, it was all awkward.&lt;br /&gt;We went the long way, didn't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-115081931026221067?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/115081931026221067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=115081931026221067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115081931026221067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/115081931026221067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-would-be-nice-if-we-could-put-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114996964899147704</id><published>2006-06-11T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T04:20:02.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So what for showing me that you care when you actually not? Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the rights to love someone. When you love someone, the feeling is just so difficult to describe. Sweet at times, pain at times. Worried at times, can't be bother at times. You'll definitely feel hurt when the one you love is cold to you. That's for sure. And you'll not really be impressed when the one you like cheer you up. Cos you know you've not gotten over him or her. It's just something temporary. It's like, so near yet so far..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that i'm asking for is spending time with you. Is that so difficult? Spending time to talk, to chat, to walk around or whatever. I just want to spend my time with you. Time frame isn't important. What really matter are the chances. I know i don't have much time left. I just afraid that i can't see you again. So i'll cherish every chance, every moment with you. I hope I could just turn away and pretend that i don't love you anymore. I think maybe this can makes me feel better. I'll never forget the times we talked about me and you, the things we do together forever. If I could turn back the hands of time, I'd still be holding on the wishes that you left behind. Cos here there's a picture of us. Together forever unfaded, unbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the day when *somebody* had his birthday's party at his home? I asked you to come along right? Remember? Remember what i told you that night? Remember? I did tell you my feeling for you. I did. But what happened in the end? I really regretted. I shouldn't have ask you to join us. I shouldn't. That's when the both of you first met i think... Because i asked you to join us. I regretted.. You know that? You know how hurt it was when i know that i'm doing such stupid things? It's because of me then the both of you get to know each other. Then the both of you... I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have let the both of you met in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. Jealousy. I'm jealous when i see you playing with other guys. Saw you beating one another, pinching, blah blah blah. Yes. I'm jealous. You told me the same things to other guys. Why can't you make it a secret between me and you? Why you can't just tell me the thing and not telling anyone else? I'm upset. Upset and jealous. You treat me equally like any other guys out there. Haiz. Forget it. When other guys' birthday, you'll prepare a gift for them... But mine? You didn't give me anything. Nope. I'm not asking for the gift. I'm not asking for it. But, i just think that other guys are much more luckier and fortunate than me. ( excluding that *someone* special ) They can receive a gift from you even though they ain't really familiar with you. But me? Am i someone you really really not familiar with? Am i? Forget it. Forget it. There's just nothing i can do, just nothing i can say, will things be the same in any other way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to tell you, if you got nothing else left in your life, remember me. I'll always be there for you. I promise i'll give you the best that i can. I give you my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spread the lovin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114996964899147704?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114996964899147704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114996964899147704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114996964899147704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114996964899147704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-what-for-showing-me-that-you-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114986489767960764</id><published>2006-06-09T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:00:47.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yupps. I've recovered. Thanks for concerning ya. Yupps yupps. Feeling better already... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for intensive training just now. Note the word "intensive". I'm tuning my swing. During the previous competition, my game was really terrible. Ball flight was a terrible headache. However today, yupps, slight improvement. Chipping, putting, iron shots or even driver, results are impressive. Played around 500 balls today. "intensive" ya... First time in my life i played so much in a day. Normally just a hundred or two. Just don't know how come, I'm not tired at all! Though I didn't even sleep for a minute last night, but i'm not sleepy at all! Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I don't really like disturbance or attention when i attempt to hit the small little white ball using a metal piece. When i'm playing golf i mean. Trying hard to concentrate but always being distracted by "spectators". One or two people it's okay. But sometimes 5 or 6 or even 10 people. =.= Take note, i'm not a professional. I'm just a 15 years old kid who's trying hard to play good golf. My swing isn't good at all. No consistency. So what's so nice to watch? =.= I play golf for 2 reasons. One is to treat it as my primary sports. Second is to vent my anger. When i'm moody, i'll play golf. And when i'm moody, there're still people crowding all over my bay and keep asking me questions. That's really frustrating but i gotta keep the smile on my face. Golfing to enjoy. But now it's like torture. Forget it. Forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114986489767960764?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114986489767960764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114986489767960764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114986489767960764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114986489767960764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/yupps.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114982447362334699</id><published>2006-06-09T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:47:41.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But why? I just want to know the reason. I'm feeling very very bad now. Forget it. Forget all about it. I don't know. I really don't know. Don't know! Can't think of anything now. I really, really, really feel like leaving everything behind and just walk away. Just walk away. Don't gonna give a damn anymore. No way. Why does all this gotta falls on me? Mr Fate and Ms Love, I think you've found the wrong person. Please, walk out of my life. Please. Won't you just leave me alone? Please. Please. I'm sick and tired. Enough from all this, enough to confess my hatred. I'm nothing. I just want to be nobody but an ordinary person. An ordinary person who leads a simple life. Not going for position nor wealth. They're useless in a sense, they just can't make me happy at all! No. Not gonna be. I'm running away from reality. Entering an illusionary world where no one could hear nor see me. By then, I'll scream. Screaming. For whatever it has been done, I'm a melancholy man after all. Forget it. Just forget about it. It just won't continue. Nope. Would the last one out, please shut the door for me. No no. Guard the door for me please. Guard the door of my heart, not letting anyone in nor anyone out. And my heart will locked up, for days, for months, for years, for decades and till the day i die, it's still locked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114982447362334699?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114982447362334699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114982447362334699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114982447362334699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114982447362334699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/but-why-i-just-want-to-know-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114969895343147256</id><published>2006-06-08T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T00:53:36.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i should have keep everything inside my heart. Shouldn't tell anyone unless she's someone special to me. There're so many things I wanted to shared with her. But I wonder where to start. Cherish what we get. Although we're friends, but i still cherish every moment spent with her. I did and i really enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time I found myself really laughing was during the time I was alone with her. The rest of the time was like, forcing myself to smile when i know i'm not happy at all. Whatever. Although i know we're people from two different world, but i just can't help falling in love with her. Feel that she's someone special, someone unique, someone grant, someone who i'll always fight for. I don't know either. It just happened that way. She's right. Love is something we can't control. She keep running through my mind in every moment in my life. In my heart, her name is the most beautiful word that ever exists. Her voice is like a melody, a smooth melody which i never want to stop listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Memories that you left for me is the sweetest memories in my life. You're probably a perfect regret i would never want to look back. No one had ever reach the place in my heart. You're the first and you'll definitely be the last. I swear I'll keep my love for you till the day i die. Sound rather stupid but it definitely gonna be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114969895343147256?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114969895343147256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114969895343147256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114969895343147256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114969895343147256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-think-i-should-have-keep-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114965991056100421</id><published>2006-06-07T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T14:00:49.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How could you leave without saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Gone disappeared like the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;Used me up and left me behind&lt;br /&gt;Something true will I ever find&lt;br /&gt;The pureness I saw in you must've hallucating in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a roller-coaster taken for a ride&lt;br /&gt;See you've caused all the pain that I'm now feel inside&lt;br /&gt;I remember how you used to say&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, no fear, it will be okay&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts so much that I cannot cry&lt;br /&gt;All built up but won't leave my eye&lt;br /&gt;In a way I think it's my fault, that I am to blame&lt;br /&gt;I can't shake this guilt I'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Gave up so much for you, let anything go&lt;br /&gt;There's still so many things I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;But these words will never be spoken&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm all choked up and my heart is broken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114965991056100421?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114965991056100421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114965991056100421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114965991056100421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114965991056100421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-could-you-leave-without-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114961376034268784</id><published>2006-06-06T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T14:02:28.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wait and wait and wait... Wondering, how come my phone didn't ring? Haiz... Frankly, I woke up pretty early today. Holding on to my phone every minute. Hope to see her name on the sender's column. However, disappointment is what i get. You know how it felt like...? Wadever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until evening, Aloysius asked me to play golf. And that's when i realise i've spend almost 10 hours waiting for a message... Forget it. Get changed and ate something light. ( didn't eat anything since morning ) Well, took a cab to the club. However, when i reach, i realised that i really not in the mood to play golf. So we left our golf bags at the club and went to town areas. Shopping... I bought an orange titan band which cost me 30 bucks. After that, went to drink coffee at Coffee Club. Then we past by an arcade... So we went in.... I change $10 at first, but changed another $40 later.. =.= ( still longing for my phone to ring )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner in a japanese restaurant at Ritz Carlton. Spend about $100 for 2 person... =.= After that, we went to stroll around clarke quay area. We bought the boat's tickets and took a ride out of curiosity... While i'm on the boat, i sms her... She did replied me... But... Haiz.. Forget it, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back home after that... Really have got no mood anymore. And i've spend quite a lot today... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what lovin` again..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114961376034268784?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114961376034268784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114961376034268784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114961376034268784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114961376034268784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/wait-and-wait-and-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114957229164066453</id><published>2006-06-06T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T13:38:11.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still waiting for her SMS... =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114957229164066453?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114957229164066453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114957229164066453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114957229164066453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114957229164066453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-still-waiting-for-her-sms.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114952093729705787</id><published>2006-06-05T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T23:31:17.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wee wee ~~~ She online in the afternoon... Have had a nice chat with her... She ask me to do her a favour. And I've done my job... ^^ Yupps... Hyper-hyper-hyper! Hahas... After a long long chat, received calls from bros. What else can they offer..? Nothing else but asking me out... AGAIN! Hahas... So i've got no choice but to get change and go out before they say i'm always late... Haiz... ( cannot talk to her anymore... =.= )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I read your blog and I know you had read mine too... Haiz... He... He... He... "Troubles..." That's what he says. See it yourself... Haiz... Whatever. Just hope that you have the time tmr... Cheer up... Smile...!! Don't be upset anymore le ok? Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114952093729705787?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114952093729705787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114952093729705787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114952093729705787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114952093729705787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/wee-wee-she-online-in-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114947768707474574</id><published>2006-06-05T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T11:23:18.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope I can fulfill every idea that strikes my mind. I swear I can do it... What else? Gotta drop my handicap to below 10 in order for me to play in the A` division next year. I merely have got one more year. After next year, I probably gotta play in those Amateur Open... My current handicap is 10. But there's no way I can play like a 10 handicapper! I always played 80+ or sometimes even 90+. Once or twice 70+... What the hell...? I just can't have my fullest concentration during my training section! I just whack and bash the golf balls. ( correct term is "hit"....? ) My whole mind is just her... I completely have got no mood to play! Losing my composure at every swing I attempted to hit golf balls. There are many things in my mind which I just can't figure them out. I kinda stupid ya...? Crying over spilled milk... Circling my thoughts around something which I can never get an outcome. I'm still okay cos now it's school holidays. Whenever I'm vexed, I can just go out and take a stroll.. Maybe spend money or wadever... But what about school days? I'll see her everyday... Somemore her class is just next door. What can I do if my mind get bloody complicated in the school? Listening to MP3? Draw funny things on a memo pad? These are what probably I'll do in the past... But now...? Maybe a sight of her is the best remedy. Wadever... Wadever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what lovin`?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114947768707474574?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114947768707474574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114947768707474574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114947768707474574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114947768707474574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hope-i-can-fulfill-every-idea-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114947573518601335</id><published>2006-06-05T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T10:49:34.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Temptress of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Always a thought away.&lt;br /&gt;Many times I wonder if to start&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that some day&lt;br /&gt;Alone is where this world I'll part&lt;br /&gt;But where I am now is where I'm sure to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times gone by&lt;br /&gt;At each turn of every day,&lt;br /&gt;Mindless battles of doldrums&lt;br /&gt;Rain clouds sure to stay.&lt;br /&gt;A world of hope and joy for some&lt;br /&gt;But for me 'tis not the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony in these thoughts of mine&lt;br /&gt;A story that shall remain untold&lt;br /&gt;My feelings, although pure and fine,&lt;br /&gt;Require actions that be bold&lt;br /&gt;And despite sentiment of heart and spine,&lt;br /&gt;Best remain hid with me while I grow old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114947573518601335?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114947573518601335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114947573518601335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114947573518601335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114947573518601335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/temptress-of-my-heart-always-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114935227283791209</id><published>2006-06-04T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T00:34:56.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Out with Daddy and Mummy for lunch today... Hahas... Such a long long time since the previous lunch we had together. After that, I left them and went to bash golf balls with my besties, Aloysius and Danny. We played 18 holes and I won... HAHA! After which, Aloysius was hungry and he was crying for food... Dotz... Nvm... As me and Danny was his good buddies, we accompany him to eat our dinner in the Japanese restaurant. We ordered the food and waited eagerly. All of a sudden, Aloysius recieved a message from *.....* ... And we've got no mood to eat anymore! Cos somebody is coming! Dotz... Nervous.. Nervous... *shivers* She arrived just before we finish eating. After food, we went out to the range and continue to hit our golf balls. But the 3 of us got stressed up.. Cos she's coming out and watch us playing too... Dotz.. Dotz... In the end, she really came out and watch us play! OMG...! *asthma attack* Luckily I didn't shanked or miss-hit any balls.. *phew* Hahas... She is kind of...................!!! ^^ Headed home after that, Daddy brought us out for supper. Hahas.. I'm now back home, tired! Hahas.. So wad to do tmr....??? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114935227283791209?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114935227283791209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114935227283791209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114935227283791209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114935227283791209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/out-with-daddy-and-mummy-for-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114927023668115951</id><published>2006-06-03T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T12:36:56.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, have had a pretty good day today... Hahas.. In fact, a very interesting day! Went out with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two girls&lt;/span&gt;.. You know... Hahas... Yupps... Having great fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at West Mall and our very first idea was, MOVIE! However when we're up at the box office, we realised that the show we intent to watch doesn't show in that cinema... Well, forget it. So we went down and play the "blah blah blah"... No idea how to describe it, kinda painting on a metal piece using liquified colouring materials... They did ask me to join them, but for what i hated the most is colouring.... Impatient you know... Hahas.. So I sat down and watch them enjoying themselves. We headed to Lot 1 after that to take Neoprints or stuffs like that.. Hahas... Got quite a number of prints... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Suntec City next, made our way up to the convention hall... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody&lt;/span&gt;wants to reminisces the past ya... You know... Hahas... After "reminiscing", we walked a long to way to Esplanade, through Marina Square. *whatever* We took the escalator to the roof terrace... Hahas... It's nightime, you know.. Romantic sceneries filled our sight, relaxing melodies flew into our ears and cooling breeze passing through our body rapidly... Hahas... Yupps.. We did enjoyed ourselves... I left them after that to another activity... ( Girls, sorry about my early departure ya... Thanks a lot anyway... ^-^ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a bus to Sean's house. They were having barberque... I'm sorry for my late arrival ya... Hahas... Forget it... Yupps... Good food and enjoyment... Jia En's brother was kind of hyperactive I supposed...? He used the charcoal dust and "attack" us... Nope... Jia En started the whole thing.. Hahas... She made it on Sean's face first... I'm not involve (at first) cos me, Aloysius and Danny were talking about the outcomes and the solutions for the Seletar CC incident... After that, fun time! We were playing as if we were having war... HAHA! Sean was the most pitiful victim, having charcoal on his entire face... I didn't get "strike", but I strike others... I pour the chilli sauces onto a plate and smashed it onto Jerroy's face and in the end, the chilli sauces went into my eyes... *ouch* Hahas.. After packing up the messy place, we headed home... Jerome's daddy fetch us... Hahas... Kind of interesting day today... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114927023668115951?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114927023668115951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114927023668115951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114927023668115951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114927023668115951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-have-had-pretty-good-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114914432172792036</id><published>2006-06-01T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T14:45:21.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished up the final coding for my blog, using &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayumi Hamasaki&lt;/span&gt; as the theme.  I used dull red as primary colours and this time, I decided not to have any songs for my blog cos I find it quite irritating ya... Everything from scratches by me... I tried to view this page by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Internet Explorer 6.0&lt;/span&gt;, but the visual isn't kind of up to standard. As my primary internet browser is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mozilla Firefox&lt;/span&gt;, I tried to make it the best viewing in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firefox&lt;/span&gt;. Hahas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114914432172792036?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114914432172792036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114914432172792036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114914432172792036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114914432172792036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-finished-up-final-coding-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114898924307311857</id><published>2006-05-30T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:40:43.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finished my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Inter-School Golf Competition&lt;/span&gt; held at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seletar Country Club&lt;/span&gt;... Quite a major junior event as there were many school taken part. I played a 77 (+5) today... Hahas! However, didn't manage to win anything... Haiz... Okay guys, I'm official sick now... That idiot weather, out the hot sun with a sudden drizzling and the hot sun again... Freaking freaky freak! Hahas... I'm tanned... Hahas... Gotta rest now... Still having activities tomorrow... Good luck guys in the team events on Thursday... All the best!&lt;br /&gt;Tanglin boys, win something back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lovin`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d`valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114898924307311857?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114898924307311857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114898924307311857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114898924307311857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114898924307311857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/05/finished-my-national-inter-school-golf.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114847211254194875</id><published>2006-05-24T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:35:26.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry guys for not updating the blog for a long time.. I'm very busy due to the tight schedule... 6 more days to the competition... I'm preparing and practicing hard for the competition... It's kind of significant to me and at the same time, I must make my school proud. Imagine, during the morning assembly, the principal speaks proudly into the microphone, "I'm glad to announce that one of our student came in *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wadever&lt;/span&gt;* in the recent inter-school golf competition... He's the only golfer in our school and blah blah blah..." Hahas... I'm some kind of ambitious... Wadever... As for now, I really have got no time to do other stuff... I even have to help a friend to write a testimonial using my phone instead of the computer... Pathetic yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examinations were over... Time to relax and at the same time, pull up our socks and buck up... Got back the results for all subjects except for English... Well, how to describe... Hmmm... For the subjects I've pass, I passed with flying colours. Those I've fail, I failed them badly... What the..... ..... ..... .... ..... ...... However, I'm surprise that I actually score a distinction for my Physics and Chemistry... Impressive yeah? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm in good mood recently... Ya... I know I gotta stop the endless thoughts for her... Which then could makes my life better... Fallin` in love with someone is so damn damn damn hurt ya? I would rather play golf for 12 hours everyday and do whatever that I wanted to do in the holidays than having sorrowful thoughts for her... I really can't go on like this. No matter how much I do or say or show or whatever it could be done, I know the outcome will still be the same. The outcome will be bloody "cruel" I guess? But no matter how hurt or cruel it is, it's better than longing for something which will never ever turn out to be in the entire life. Some kind of sick and tired for this kind of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather, I'll get use to the days without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* My wishes for the time-being: &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Forget my deepest love I ever had with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Finish in Top 10 in the upcoming competitions.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Acheive better academic results in the next semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114847211254194875?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114847211254194875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114847211254194875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114847211254194875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114847211254194875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/05/sorry-guys-for-not-updating-blog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114786669633090593</id><published>2006-05-17T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:51:36.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm kind of busy nowadays... Partially is because of the mid-year examinations... Study a little, slack a little... Play a little, rest a little... This is how my life's going now... After examinations, I'll be bashing golf balls like nobody business and jamming at the putting green the whole day to practice hard and get prepare for the tournaments in the coming holidays... Here are the schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30-31/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Interschool Individual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5-8/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Singapore Junior Open @ Keppel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13-17/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OCC Junior Invitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I'd relax and relax and relax and get prepare for the rest of the papers... By then I'll give my fullest attention to golf... Train hard and play hard... Hahas... I'm missing the competitive atmosphere on the course!!! All the best to everyone... ^^&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114786669633090593?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114786669633090593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114786669633090593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114786669633090593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114786669633090593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-kind-of-busy-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114777033815963196</id><published>2006-05-16T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:24:48.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was such a peaceful day today, nothing special was up... It's just a daily routine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;School and back home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had mathematics exam earlier on.. I glad to say that it's not a difficult paper and I guess I handle it quite well.. * claps * Hahas... But the damn story started with the social studies paper... It's not that difficult actually, however, my mind was totally blank when dealing with the "Sources".. Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a light lunch with Chin Keong after school, whereas we were going to IMM I supposed. However, we board the wrong bus... We alighted at West Mall instead.. Hahas... Walked a few rounds round the shopping mall and I suggested to watch a movie instead of walking aimlessly there. We went up to the cinema and bought the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the "dramatic" movie, we stroll a little and head back home. When I'm on the bus, I saw a pair of couple sitting in front of me... They looked familiar... And I took a closer look, they were my primary school friends! Hahas.. It's kinda weird to see them sitting side by side as they were enemies during my primary school times... Real enemies! They will start to yell at each other if they come face to face in school... But now it's kind of shock to see them together.. Hahas... This prove that as time past, things will change dramatically... Everything around us will change... But what matters is whether we realize it or not... That's a very important point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now trying my best to walk out the steps which your shadow had cast over, trying to shut the door and keep you out of my mind... It's difficult I guess, but I think I can forget you finally, totally, thoroughly one day... As for now, I think I'll still walk through the darkest side of the road alone everyday till the day I'm able to pull you out of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114777033815963196?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114777033815963196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114777033815963196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114777033815963196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114777033815963196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-was-such-peaceful-day-today-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114742677579311655</id><published>2006-05-12T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:03:55.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was out with PY yesterday. We were talking and talking and talking and suddenly, PY brought Jeslyn into the whole story. This makes me looked back on the past again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Jeslyn through a friend at Primary 6. That time, we were actually out for movie.. And this Yi Wei brought her along. After introducing ourselves, the 3 of us went to McDonalds for lunch before the movie starts. We bought our own food, sat down and began to eat. While eating, she reach out for chilli sauce and accidently hit the drinks and spilled onto me... Hahas.. She was like, "OMG!" and kept apologising. However of course, it's okay... I was thinking, we would be watching the movie and in the cinema soon and it will be damn dark. No one would notice the "drinks" on my shirt. Hahas.. In the cinema, she sat besides me and keep looking at me. And when I turned and looked at her, she turned back and looked at the screen. Hahas... Then, she suddenly took out her phone and type "Sorry!" and show to me. Then I took out my phone and type "It's okay.." and show to her... We were chatting by passing messages like this throughout the movie and we did exchange our phone number.. Though that was the first time we met each other, but it seems like we've know each other for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day onwards, we chat through SMS everyday. We seems to have endless things to talk about. Hahas.. Impressive huh? Later on, we start to speak to each other through phone almost every night. Hahas.. One day, I was bored-to-death at home and I was thinking of going out. The first people that comes to my mind was her. So i called and ask her out. Guess what, she was also bored at home. So we went out together. Can't really remember where we gone to... After that day, we went out almost everyday.. HAHAS!!! It's like, we had already finished our PSLE... We also have got nothing to do... So go out lor... Hmmm... I think we had gone to everywhere around Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember there's a time, we went to the beach to cycle. After cycling, we sat along the beach and chat.. Hahas... Then I took this picture out of fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/5897/jeslyn6ic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 192px;" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/5897/jeslyn6ic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This was the only picture I have of her and I love this picture very much. Gorgeous right? Blue wave, sandy beach and a "lonely" girl.. Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were together then. Although we know that we will not have a happy ending as we had posted to different and we'll be facing lots of new people in our life. But we had put in our best effort into this relationship. Of course, studies makes the priority. I afraid that our relationship will affect our studies. That's why we ended. She agreed with me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, we still keep in touch with each other. But not long after, she changed her phone number while I'm away from Singapore I supposed, I believed that she did informed me the new number.. But I think I didn't received as I'm at overseas. I lost contact with her... Haiz... I really wonder how she's doing now... Fine? Really hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(52, 82, 99);"&gt;*Jeslyn, if you happen to see this post, please SMS or call me ok? We have had a long time never see each other le.. Really wonder how's your life recently. Wish you all the best in everything you do... By the way, my number is still remain unchange. So... Hmmm... Contact me ok? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114742677579311655?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114742677579311655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114742677579311655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114742677579311655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114742677579311655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-was-out-with-py-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22593157.post-114726231539247441</id><published>2006-05-10T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:06:17.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After so many things happened in the past few weeks, I finally realized something. I don't need anyone in my life. I don't need friends. Well, I guess I can handle everything by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a goal for my life now. I want to keep you out of my mind. By then I'll forget you slowly bit by bit and hopefully, entirely. I've tried my best to forget you. However, I failed. Perhaps, I'm loving you more and more each day. I know things can't go on like this. I'll definitely go crazy one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw you being so depressed on my birthday, I guess that guy really hurted you deeply? I'm blaming myself, I really have got no idea to cheer you up! I'm stupid, I'm an idiot. I can't even make someone I love impress. Haiz... But I really don't know what else can I do and say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to ruin my birthday.. I don't mind... As long as you're happy. But I guess I won't celebrate my birthday ever in my life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to treat you as a friend from now onwards. However, I think my feelings for you will never change and will never fade away.. Not now, not in the future. Memories may fade, I'll stay. All alone I shall stay. And from tomorrow onwards, I'll train hard for my golf. That's the only passion I have towards now. I'll prove myself by finishing within Top 10 in the upcoming Inter-School Golf Competition. And I will not neglect my studies also. I'll try my best to get into Top 10 position in the class too... Well, the motivation for these commitment is you. And you'll keep me going forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, I'll achieve it. Thanks for giving me the sweetest memories in my life. No one shall enter my life again. You'll be the last. You're all I never forgotten. Take care and all the best in everything you do. Hope you have a happy ending with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22593157-114726231539247441?l=datazanc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/feeds/114726231539247441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22593157&amp;postID=114726231539247441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114726231539247441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22593157/posts/default/114726231539247441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datazanc.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-so-many-things-happened-in-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14258002252460081439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
