<?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-11206278</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:30:38.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11206278.post-114312670628246125</id><published>2006-03-23T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:11:46.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day I don't attend CO and great news comes out. (Never wait for me to come back...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good luck to the candidates. All of you possess something which I don't and that's why you're selected. (I think) Best of luck to all and let's have some friendly competition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206278-114312670628246125?l=exyden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/114312670628246125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206278&amp;postID=114312670628246125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/114312670628246125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/114312670628246125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-day-i-dont-attend-co-and-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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-11206278.post-114293508881646955</id><published>2006-03-21T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T19:40:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only I had plucked out the courage to say hi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was determined to say hello, when a woman started starring when I stopped dead in my tracks so I didn't walk past you. My heart was racing, I wanted to open my mouth, but I couldn't, afraid you won't forgive me. I had the perfect chance, but ruined it, cause I'm a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206278-114293508881646955?l=exyden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/114293508881646955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206278&amp;postID=114293508881646955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/114293508881646955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/114293508881646955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-only-i-had-plucked-out-courage-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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-11206278.post-114283783868812664</id><published>2006-03-20T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T14:57:18.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just to clarify, the ring, has my grandmother's name on it. I'm not showing cause my grandma and my friend has the same name, so to avoid any rumors blah, blah. Mdm Mariam saw it, and she was like, SHOCKED. But it's alright, I'm not guilty of BGR. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized, all the major events of my life usually happen on the week of my birthday. And mind you, it's the bad things that always happen. My grandma got paralyzed when I was born, my mum went for surgery when I was in primary 4, my grandma passed away, and many others. Sad right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206278-114283783868812664?l=exyden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/114283783868812664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206278&amp;postID=114283783868812664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/114283783868812664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/114283783868812664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-to-clarify-ring-has-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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-11206278.post-114278388006911409</id><published>2006-03-19T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:58:00.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd just like to say that you guys are just great! Especially to the four. Thank you so much. I don't have to actually have to read the book to get my worries off, just by looking at the cover simply makes my day. And of course the highlighted portions too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the one whom I made so angry that no words can ever describe her fury: I guess the word sorry would resolve some issues. However, a sorry too many just becomes a passing word. I've made you angry far too many times, so I doubt this time you'd forgive me, but I'm still sorry. You're just too nice to me and I don't deserve it. As I've said many times, the best way to get rid of something is simply the harshest way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom I have trouble with: I just wanna know what's wrong with you. One day.... When you know, please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mr. Wong: Cher, one day, we'll make your day, like how you made my day, just by showering concern on me. (I'm referring to students)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206278-114278388006911409?l=exyden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/114278388006911409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206278&amp;postID=114278388006911409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/114278388006911409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/114278388006911409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/2006/03/id-just-like-to-say-that-you-guys-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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-11206278.post-114259016990491847</id><published>2006-03-17T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T18:09:29.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know... Life is so meaningless, unless you want something. Currently, I've lost that something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206278-114259016990491847?l=exyden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/114259016990491847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206278&amp;postID=114259016990491847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/114259016990491847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/114259016990491847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-know_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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-11206278.post-114235057410312283</id><published>2006-03-14T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:36:14.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been pondering... What if the sky were to fall one day, and we meet our makers? Would I want the last of my precious moments to only be filled of my boring life? The answer is: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about crapping. Crapping makes your life interesting, and thus creates a better life. Eh... wait, I'm crapping, thus my life is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far during my holidays, I've been at CO, Robotics, CO, went out, CO, sleep and did I mention CO? I think I did. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robotics: Very fun, although I've only attended one session so far. We learnt how to make funny noises using a program and learnt how to drift around the computer lab. That's all what my pea-sized brain can recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO: What else can I say but... ME RE ME DO LA SO LA DO. (Jing Xiong is shou xi and I'm a failure. (;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206278-114235057410312283?l=exyden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/114235057410312283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206278&amp;postID=114235057410312283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/114235057410312283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/114235057410312283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-been-pondering.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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-11206278.post-113932583174765697</id><published>2006-02-07T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:23:51.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellos. My name is Dominic and the particles of everything around me are in constant random motion. Today is one of the chimest days of my life with an English teacher far for sophisticated in her language as compared to the already literate Heidi. I wonder if I'm using the right words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gargantuan is far to exaggerated for a drum. You can't observe the nature of something with a glimpse. Yea, that's what I learnt during English lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jing Yang: Luckily you bought the replica and not the original ball. If not, not only will the ball be the only thing flying over the fence, your ball will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo sian. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206278-113932583174765697?l=exyden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/113932583174765697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206278&amp;postID=113932583174765697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113932583174765697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113932583174765697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/2006/02/hellos.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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-11206278.post-113921913059413535</id><published>2006-02-06T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T17:45:36.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mushi Mushi. Today... Not very interesting. First come back to school to eat lunch, after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting facts that happened today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sharyl stapled her own finger while trying the fix Cheryl (Is that the way to spell your name?) Koh's stapler. My hero...&lt;br /&gt;2. I was accused of showing off my class at the Tampines Sports Hall on Sunday. It was actually Timothy.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can draw Spongebob. Ah ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206278-113921913059413535?l=exyden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/113921913059413535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206278&amp;postID=113921913059413535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113921913059413535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113921913059413535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/2006/02/mushi-mushi.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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-11206278.post-113912104563220269</id><published>2006-02-05T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T14:37:14.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People visit my blog, when I don't even post... So, I shall post. (: Today, I shall post about yesterday... Ah ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Jing Yang, Wei Quan, Jun Jie, Jun Kiat, Debbie, Eleen, Jessica, Sharyl, Hui Juan, Wendy and everyone elses birthday. Why? Cause I read it from the newspaper. So I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jessica's house to play basketball. And it was raining throughout. Now I know, whether it rains, or shines, anytime's a great time to play basketball. Only difference is that you have to watch out for the lightning. There came a point, when the boys were playing in the heavy rain and then we decided to lay on the floor, and start passing the ball around in the rain. The person who misses the catch, would have to stand up and get the ball. There'll be a 0.0000000001% chance of getting striked by lightning. So sad the 0.0000000001% didn't happen. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My underwear was wet while playing in the rain. So cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jessica's house. I saw many pizzas and decided in indulge in the many dishes there. Sadly, my mummy called, and I needed to go home. I waited for so long! So long for the chance to eat the pizzas! And it was all ruined! Ruined! By one call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, and no one was home till half an hour later. After the long wait, my family and I went to eat at DownTown. Steamboat, all you can eat. Because of the two slices of pizza and one plate of fries, I didn't eat much for the steamboat. Instead, I went to the arcade to play Initial D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I attitude-ded yesterday. Ah ha! I'll smash faces with basketballs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206278-113912104563220269?l=exyden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/113912104563220269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206278&amp;postID=113912104563220269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113912104563220269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113912104563220269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/2006/02/people-visit-my-blog-when-i-dont-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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-11206278.post-113647219839706169</id><published>2006-01-05T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T22:43:18.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah... School this past few days have been a killer. It's hard to absorb. No kidding. I can't imagine what happens next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the teachers, in my opinion are great! Though there's still a need for me to get use to them, or for them to get use to my noise... I sure do hope it'll be great a great year for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology, Chemistry, and Physics. They're killing me. I have entirely no idea what they're teaching. A Math and E Math, I'm still getting used to it. Just like last year, I'm always lost, but will eventually find the way. Poor Mr. Teo. He must be vomiting blood teaching me. For Chinese and English, I got great teachers! Ha, ha! Ms Chia seems strict this year. Today, we had a spelling test, and it's our first day meeting her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I made a contract with Ms Ang, stating that I'll maintain my Math, Science and Geography results. A2 for all the subjects! Man... It's tough. I think by the next half of the year, I'll be seeing Wendy in class. Ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want everyone to share the same joy I have with the $1 chin chow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206278-113647219839706169?l=exyden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/113647219839706169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206278&amp;postID=113647219839706169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113647219839706169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113647219839706169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/2006/01/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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-11206278.post-113599754803361733</id><published>2005-12-31T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T10:52:28.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Year's Resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been inspired to write this after reading Wendy's blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get my V3? Ha, ha. Just hopeful thinking on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Study hard. No kidding. Everyday stay back and revise. It really works! Cause I got motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Play basketball more often. (I just wanna grow taller you see.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stay fit. I wanna be as muscular as Brian. He's got six pack, while I have one pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Try to level up Seraphiane in Maple. It's stuck at level 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Control my temper. Yea... Cannot flare up anymore. Isn't good for health, especially for an old man like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. TRY not to make fun of people. Especially because of their heights, teeth, face colour, crush etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Stay devoted. 1 year, 5 crushes? Doesn't work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Look neat. This year, my hair has been through many stages. And now, it's finally at the "neat" stage, I think. At least it's not all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Everybody, in my social list. I don't HATE. I just dislike certain aspects. From next year onwards, I mustn't hate a person. Must try to accept. Ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of my New Year's Resolution. I think I got a lot more, but I'm lazy to type it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206278-113599754803361733?l=exyden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/113599754803361733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206278&amp;postID=113599754803361733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113599754803361733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113599754803361733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-years-resolution.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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-11206278.post-113471014535392351</id><published>2005-12-16T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:15:45.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waaa... Barbeque food for two straight nights... And they say, a barbequed chicken wing is actually equivalent to smoking three cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Yesterday, before everything started, I received a call from Miss Ho. Three bags of charcoal not used during the barbeque the night before, so I was instructed to go to Changi and get it. Lonely bus ride. When I reached there, I saw Miss Ho staring at the television. Ha, ha. Took the charcoal... Went back to Tampines... Only to find... No one. In the end, the people I was supposed to meet were in Pasir Ris, so I made my way to Pasir Ris. Found them eventually. I emphasize the word "eventually".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gathered and we took a bus to the barbeque pit. My classmates and I met Sofy and his friends. We actually alighted earlier then they did, when we should have alighted a bus stop later. But no... It was "nearer" said Shazlin. In the end, we walked, and we walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me the skip the barbeque part and go on to the part when we played after the barbeque. We played ice and water. Really fun, especially the part when you see the catcher's face go -.- when the people they caught were freed. Ha, ha! And poor Joel. He was running away from the catcher, who was Eleen, and he was shouting... "Eleeeeeeee... BANG!" He hit his face onto the ropes of the spider-web. He's now a life size MapleStory player. He bought a scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost 10 dollars, Chin Yang lost his handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Changi chalet. When I entered the room, I was asked what the strength and weakness of CO was... Went to the toilet to bathe and think because I was told I stunk. Came out of washroom, talk, talk, talk... And then everything went boring. Yong Xiong told the infamous Ping Pong Story. Whoever that still doesn't know the story, and is interested to know, please tell me. I'll tell it to you. After the story, Wei Jian started worshiping everything green because he was obsessed with Green Ping Pong balls which brings you good luck from the story. And the mother of all things green, was the HOLY green toes of Hui Rong. He also made up a commercial advertising Holy Chew-ing gums. (Get it? Ho-Lee-Chew-ing-Gums) For those holy hours, everything was holy within the holy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to get bored of the holy place so I went into a holy sleep, woke up, felt stupid and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Sharyl: Just ignore.&lt;br /&gt;To Wendy: That stalker likes you.&lt;br /&gt;To Jessica: (:&lt;br /&gt;To Eleen: Tell him la!&lt;br /&gt;To Jing Yang: Learn how to speak to M1 operators please&lt;br /&gt;To Wei Jian: Holy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206278-113471014535392351?l=exyden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/113471014535392351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206278&amp;postID=113471014535392351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113471014535392351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113471014535392351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/2005/12/waaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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-11206278.post-113461637787341314</id><published>2005-12-15T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T11:12:57.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess... It's just a choice. It was my fault for not contacting you, my fault for braking a promise. But all because I had work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't walk away as if nothing has happened. I was expecting the cold shoulder for I know you'd give me one. I was prepared for your ranting... Until you hear my side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that when it comes to work, it's priority. What about friends you might ask... Well, I think they'd be the people who understand. I never meant to call on the last minute. But I made it a point that I call you before 5. I never knew you people were rushing... To have a game with me! I'm sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I left, to enjoy myself, having a game with you... I'd be leaving more work for the mere 4 others who were already slogging with the current work they were having, and seriously... I don't think it's fair at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still angry with me after this, I don't blame you. After all... I just make and break promises... Not worthy to be your friend anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206278-113461637787341314?l=exyden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/113461637787341314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206278&amp;postID=113461637787341314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113461637787341314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113461637787341314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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-11206278.post-113205310882489013</id><published>2005-11-15T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:35:28.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, was kind of a messy day. Everyone came at different time for the chalet. I met Jessica about 12? She told me to hurry, so I ran to the station, and I saw no one. I then made my way to Macdonalds to find her, but she wasn't there, so I made my way back to the MRT station... However she still wasn't there. I eventually found her taking a stroll to Macdonalds like a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we made out way to the bus station, we met Debbie and Eleen. Never knew Eleen was so childish. It's like during the holidays, she'll unleash her every understanding of being childish that she knows. Shocking right? To find out someone of such a high level of maturity being so childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met someone at the Initial D machine yesterday. I think that whoever is of age 12 and below should be prohibited to play Initial D. Majority of them are spoilt brats who takes money from their parents and spend it all on the arcade. That boy topped up his Tapz card and it had 30 dollars inside. He told me, if I wanted to play, I had to wait until he finished his 30 games. I was like... Wah, I let you have the machine and yet you're still doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was miscommunications here and there yesterday. Heh, the boys wanted to go bowl, but sad to say, all the lanes were taken because they had spend too much time sticking their eyes onto the screens of the arcade machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, it was time to go. I was wondering, should the guys buy food back to eat? So I made a call to an angry Jessica. She just told me to buy charcoal. I was wondering, why buy charcoal when we have nothing to barbeque? Turns out, we had to barbeque our own dinner. So we were instructed to go all the way back to buy some more food the barbeque. Imagine... From Aloha Loyang all the way to White Sands NTUC by foot. Thank god people like us have brains to take the cheap and efficient, public transport! Save the world from pollution, try taking public transportation instead of getting your own car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a lot of things, came back, barbeque. After that, I was supposedly going to escort Hui Juan home and come back to the chalet, but my mum called me half way to ask me to go home. So, I went home. Ain't I a good boy? What mummy says, I do. But I don't eat shiet when she asks me to eat shiet, but I do jump down, when she asks me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... For the first time in my entire life, I played basketball, against a basketball team, and won. Waaa... Amazing ain't it for someone who can't even dribble the ball properly? Won third place overall. All thanks to the amazing work of the secondary ones. The competitors were so tall and daunting. All I could do was to jump for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the secondary one taught me how to prevent the opponent from getting the rebound. He told me to push them away whenever a ball comes flying, so I tried pushing this gargantuan guy. All he had to do was just move his butt, and I was sent flying... Nah, being sarcastic. But he was really difficult to push away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired today. Everyday is a miserable day. Tomorrow, there's gonna be a meeting at 9. Seems like there's something to do everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206278-113205310882489013?l=exyden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/113205310882489013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206278&amp;postID=113205310882489013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113205310882489013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113205310882489013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday-was-kind-of-messy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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-11206278.post-113076794813268263</id><published>2005-10-31T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:13:47.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 consecutive spares... What else can I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206278-113076794813268263?l=exyden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/113076794813268263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206278&amp;postID=113076794813268263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113076794813268263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113076794813268263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/2005/10/5-consecutive-spares.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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-11206278.post-113005319574693993</id><published>2005-10-23T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T22:07:23.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woke up at 7am in the morning... And I took a look at my handphone. Oh! Brian needs a morning call. &lt;ring&gt;Brian doesn't pick up the phone. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, (I think) I called him again. "I'm on my way already," Brian says. Okay. So I make my way there, presuming he'll arrive earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the stadium, only to see the early birds enjoying their morning jogs with their company. So I sat down and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;half&gt;I'm jogging, perspiring, stretching, perspiring. I sat down and continued my long wait. And alas, I see Jobel Tan. She walks in. And then we started waiting for the great arrival of Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started raining once we decided to jog. Okay... Never mind. However, once I saw Brian when he arrived, it was like a blessing from the heavens! It stopped raining! Ah, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my day. Let me include that I suffered from multiple injuries on the toe while running, and on the thumb while screwing on the spike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206278-113005319574693993?l=exyden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/113005319574693993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206278&amp;postID=113005319574693993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113005319574693993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/113005319574693993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/2005/10/woke-up-at-7am-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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-11206278.post-112988937138866745</id><published>2005-10-21T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T18:11:18.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm back! Lots have been going on and I sure do hope everyone's getting into their dream classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me see.. For the entire time I stopped blogging, it has been tests, tests, tests and then the mother of all tests... The exam! Very worrying for many, but I'm quite sure they can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Monday's promotion day. So no school, but a hell lot of worrying. To some people, it might be when their lives change, and others, just another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna train soon, with Brian, Jobel, Pan Jing and even maybe Kereen. Let's just hope this training's gonna pay off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11206278-112988937138866745?l=exyden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/feeds/112988937138866745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11206278&amp;postID=112988937138866745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/112988937138866745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11206278/posts/default/112988937138866745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exyden.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-back-lots-have-been-going-on-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355471417725542209</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>
