<?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-23211854</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:25:52.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Me Myself</title><subtitle type='html'>What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?

Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
From deep within the flow of time...

But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...

Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-5255455644548681143</id><published>2008-09-10T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:24:40.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animelo Summer Live 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtaRILhgciw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtaRILhgciw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my favourite anime seiyuus and singers singing together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-5255455644548681143?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/5255455644548681143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=5255455644548681143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/5255455644548681143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/5255455644548681143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/09/animelo-summer-live-2008.html' title='Animelo Summer Live 2008'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-8455302851327399300</id><published>2008-08-28T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:22:23.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>It's been a long long time since i touched this. No new updates, i am still serving in the army and that has not changed. Just change the blog song and hope to get some pictures and wallpapers posted up soon. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-8455302851327399300?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/8455302851327399300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=8455302851327399300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8455302851327399300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8455302851327399300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-8910708122996629450</id><published>2008-07-12T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T15:44:01.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLD!</title><content type='html'>Chin Up : 12&lt;br /&gt;Shuttle Run : 9.4s&lt;br /&gt;Sit-Ups : 50&lt;br /&gt;SBJ : 243cm&lt;br /&gt;2.4km run : 9.32mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPPT = GOLD! = 200 dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment i first saw you, &lt;br /&gt;you looked so sad.&lt;br /&gt;Your face shows so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are just like mine.&lt;br /&gt;You looked so sad, so hurt, so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;as if you can't stand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-8910708122996629450?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/8910708122996629450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=8910708122996629450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8910708122996629450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8910708122996629450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/07/gold.html' title='GOLD!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-8244923632029887356</id><published>2008-06-23T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:29:06.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post</title><content type='html'>Why do others always get what they want while i can only see their happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that i do not get a chance at happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, happiness was never meant to be for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i lack the courage to pursue the happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it could have been different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not deserve sympathy and i will not beg for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in this state because of my own doing and my own failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i need time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then can i watch with a smile, and let it all go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is painful, alone and dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i walk finish the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or sccumb to my weakness halfway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck has deserted me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness has scorned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to ease the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-8244923632029887356?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/8244923632029887356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=8244923632029887356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8244923632029887356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8244923632029887356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-post.html' title='Random Post'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-3030827514497924885</id><published>2008-06-22T23:55:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:20:02.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bintan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF53DqZ-r9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/PlEJY3Q0_ls/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF53DqZ-r9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/PlEJY3Q0_ls/s320/DSC00269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214736323348180946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF53TQ5fjQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ILZVJ5z92Ng/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF53TQ5fjQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ILZVJ5z92Ng/s320/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214736591378943234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF53f06iIyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/D6k0QM2JIAQ/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF53f06iIyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/D6k0QM2JIAQ/s320/DSC00271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214736807205413666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Ferry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF53tHc7PpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5y1YKvhN3DU/s1600-h/DSC00272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF53tHc7PpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5y1YKvhN3DU/s320/DSC00272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214737035519803026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF539xb3XvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dk5aAUxx64M/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF539xb3XvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dk5aAUxx64M/s320/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214737321667550962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF54Pody-vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JYQPzmf_SA0/s1600-h/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF54Pody-vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JYQPzmf_SA0/s320/DSC00274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214737628497378034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF54govJf3I/AAAAAAAAAII/AnFBN4SSzrg/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF54govJf3I/AAAAAAAAAII/AnFBN4SSzrg/s320/DSC00276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214737920627933042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot something? 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF54ymVdBCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pQC7hY58f_w/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF54ymVdBCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pQC7hY58f_w/s320/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214738229220934690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF55AgTrGnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/H7OMRIUDRBE/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF55AgTrGnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/H7OMRIUDRBE/s320/DSC00282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214738468121025138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A freaking big coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF55ZPelC5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/7RAPUas9mgM/s1600-h/DSC00283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF55ZPelC5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/7RAPUas9mgM/s320/DSC00283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214738893100092306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF550DMBolI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEFD8JoQbxY/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF550DMBolI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aEFD8JoQbxY/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214739353657516626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF550Y1jknI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XfmdkK_PU3k/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF550Y1jknI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XfmdkK_PU3k/s320/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214739359468851826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rude morning wake up call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF56REJSHXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JHqR5xlMK9s/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF56REJSHXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JHqR5xlMK9s/s320/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214739852130655602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF56tbgheAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7z_SO-viyXY/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF56tbgheAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7z_SO-viyXY/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214740339438483458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bear i won with sweat and sweat at the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF57iQlc_aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8pMqgceac0Y/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF57iQlc_aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8pMqgceac0Y/s320/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214741247039438242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF57iknqLLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MliuLJYj1Ko/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF57iknqLLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MliuLJYj1Ko/s320/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214741252417399986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF57i6SjZyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/wf-6F88nBZU/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF57i6SjZyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/wf-6F88nBZU/s320/DSC00292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214741258234455842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF57jN3gNtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/iSWxARkSQhY/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF57jN3gNtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/iSWxARkSQhY/s320/DSC00293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214741263489709778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended off with a beautiful sunset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-3030827514497924885?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/3030827514497924885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=3030827514497924885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/3030827514497924885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/3030827514497924885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/06/bintan.html' title='Bintan!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SF53DqZ-r9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/PlEJY3Q0_ls/s72-c/DSC00269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-3290983921513616106</id><published>2008-06-16T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:26:03.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Quote</title><content type='html'>"Women are like the police. They can have all the evidence in the world, but they still want the confession."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-3290983921513616106?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/3290983921513616106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=3290983921513616106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/3290983921513616106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/3290983921513616106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/06/interesting-quote.html' title='Interesting Quote'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-8677071170356409983</id><published>2008-06-13T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T01:23:56.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 of Block Leave</title><content type='html'>It is my perception that a true friend never relies on another’s dream. A person with the potential to be my true friend must be able to find his reason for life without my help. And, he would have to put his heart and soul into protecting his dream. He would never hesitate to fight for his dream, even against me. For me, a true friend is one who stands equal on those terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream can support a man’s life or make him suffer. A dream can make a man feel alive, and kill him as well. Even if a man is abandoned by that dream, part of it will remain to smolder deep within his heart. Every man should visualize his own life in this way, at least once. Living as a martyr for God in the name of a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many dreams can be pursued in solitude, some dreams are like storms, blowing apart hundreds or thousands of other dreams as they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream can hold supremacy over the world for one who dedicates his entire life to forging only a single sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe that a man can find another, more precious thing, before those… something one pursues for one’s own sake, and not for the sake of any other. A dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Can Kill, but Hate Can Never Save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is much like an endless waltz. The three beats of war, peace, and revolution continue forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hopes you see, while in the realm of slumber are called dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where the wind that scatters flowers calls it home. Show me that place and I will sate my anger.&lt;br /&gt;Everything disappears. People, words. . . even feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Flowers of the cherry blossom bloom and fall, even as you watch. So it is with all those who quickly become no more.&lt;br /&gt;How bitter it is, that all I can do now is wait and wait, even when all my feelings inside me are like scenes of dusk.&lt;br /&gt;If this is not the end of oblivion, then I shall live everyday as if my life were to end on this very day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-8677071170356409983?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/8677071170356409983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=8677071170356409983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8677071170356409983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8677071170356409983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-2-of-block-leave.html' title='Day 2 of Block Leave'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-5694977327486581070</id><published>2008-06-10T22:41:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:14:25.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP LO!</title><content type='html'>Pictures speak a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6TdOQb-2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/gVZjKCqTi0I/s1600-h/P1010040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6TdOQb-2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/gVZjKCqTi0I/s320/P1010040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210263949166771042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6Ty_AzJ3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/F6sdxziKZ_o/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6Ty_AzJ3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/F6sdxziKZ_o/s320/P1010043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210264323031770994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6UETFY51I/AAAAAAAAAFo/fPX3JVYQRfE/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6UETFY51I/AAAAAAAAAFo/fPX3JVYQRfE/s320/P1010048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210264620477507410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Hwee, Me, Wilson, Kang Rui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6VBqsV0iI/AAAAAAAAAFw/afoODzfw_qo/s1600-h/P1010049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6VBqsV0iI/AAAAAAAAAFw/afoODzfw_qo/s320/P1010049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210265674786918946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed buddy, Siang Meng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6VjQ2FTsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/eH0NwXfhvBw/s1600-h/P1010052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6VjQ2FTsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/eH0NwXfhvBw/s320/P1010052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210266251964010178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey platoon 3 section 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6WKABQ6BI/AAAAAAAAAGA/yH1syI6Wz1I/s1600-h/P1010055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6WKABQ6BI/AAAAAAAAAGA/yH1syI6Wz1I/s320/P1010055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210266917462403090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Yong Da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6XHwEFS-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/85UX2fdyKBQ/s1600-h/P1010060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6XHwEFS-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/85UX2fdyKBQ/s320/P1010060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210267978331147234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Austin, the national number 1 for javelin throw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6X1iew4xI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Yn3aXzuTxqE/s1600-h/P1010062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6X1iew4xI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Yn3aXzuTxqE/s320/P1010062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210268764958941970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The despo trio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6YNqm3T0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/X6Xkcsed3eI/s1600-h/P1010063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6YNqm3T0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/X6Xkcsed3eI/s320/P1010063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210269179457261378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tug of War!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6Ypi4PaSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FAtaXACAug0/s1600-h/P1010058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6Ypi4PaSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FAtaXACAug0/s320/P1010058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210269658418997538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Wei Jie, the chin up pro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6Y6IiVFKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RhVN780bCvM/s1600-h/P1010056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6Y6IiVFKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RhVN780bCvM/s320/P1010056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210269943405548706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Nathan, the chao geng king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6ZGQobQdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DULoI--MKz4/s1600-h/P1010061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6ZGQobQdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DULoI--MKz4/s320/P1010061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210270151737033170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey Platoon 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6ZT3xLj5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/vZktmjH4CP8/s1600-h/P1010057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6ZT3xLj5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/vZktmjH4CP8/s320/P1010057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210270385581035410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Platoon Sergeant 3SG Guan Chen Yang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6ZsAGSRlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GhXZLLB93Zw/s1600-h/P1010053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6ZsAGSRlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GhXZLLB93Zw/s320/P1010053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210270800133899858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Section 4 Commander 3SG Abdul Halim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6Z8YhcWGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qgIVcS-VWkA/s1600-h/P1010050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6Z8YhcWGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qgIVcS-VWkA/s320/P1010050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210271081568163938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Platoon Commander 2LT Ti Yan Bo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6aNb7Z8bI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/96pkEkFUl70/s1600-h/P1010064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6aNb7Z8bI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/96pkEkFUl70/s320/P1010064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210271374540140978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and 2IC 2LT Shawn Tan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-5694977327486581070?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/5694977327486581070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=5694977327486581070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/5694977327486581070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/5694977327486581070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/06/pop-lo.html' title='POP LO!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SE6TdOQb-2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/gVZjKCqTi0I/s72-c/P1010040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-6898030969062913354</id><published>2008-06-01T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:11:09.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 仨人 ~ (范玮琪,张韶涵,郭静)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ms-Y4UP26OA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ms-Y4UP26OA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be i have been in tekong for a long time, but these have been the most angelic voices i have heard since the day i went into tekong. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-6898030969062913354?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/6898030969062913354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=6898030969062913354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/6898030969062913354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/6898030969062913354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='~ 仨人 ~ (范玮琪,张韶涵,郭静)'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-1028674003819482686</id><published>2008-05-31T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:30:36.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday!</title><content type='html'>Today was a brief day. I felt like updating only because of the botak squad picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming in the morning, then went to watch the movie windstruck. It is an old movie which is supposed to be a prelude to My Sassy Girl. But who cares, the female lead is damn pretty. Well, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTAK SQUAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SEFQanTtLhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YZvlzmiY9nE/s1600-h/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SEFQanTtLhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YZvlzmiY9nE/s320/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206531062375460370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally for the first time, we have completed silent hill the arcade! Although we did not get the good ending, our ranking was pretty high, with one ranked 10th and the other about 16th. Too bad we never took down any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we learned about happiness &lt;br /&gt;we feel lonely for the first time &lt;br /&gt;And because we know unhappiness &lt;br /&gt;we understand happiness for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles don't exist in this world&lt;br /&gt;There are only inevitabilities and accidents&lt;br /&gt;and what you're going to do&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes the outcome of your action&lt;br /&gt;which become inevitable&lt;br /&gt;will overlap with accidents&lt;br /&gt;and fulfill your dream unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if that can be called a miracle &lt;br /&gt;but there's one thing I'm certain about&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will happen if you don't wish for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who sin say that they had to, to survive&lt;br /&gt;People who sin say that it's too late to stop now&lt;br /&gt;The shadow called Sin dogs them steadily from behind, silently, without a word&lt;br /&gt;Remorse and Agony are repeated, only to end up at Despair&lt;br /&gt;But what sinners don't know&lt;br /&gt;or what they have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;is that there is a light&lt;br /&gt;a light which keeps shining on them ever so warmly&lt;br /&gt;A light that will never fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up, &lt;br /&gt;and the world in front of my eyes was neither heaven nor hell, &lt;br /&gt;it was reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-1028674003819482686?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/1028674003819482686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=1028674003819482686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/1028674003819482686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/1028674003819482686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturday.html' title='Saturday!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/SEFQanTtLhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YZvlzmiY9nE/s72-c/DSC00264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-630260943739772867</id><published>2008-05-19T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:26:59.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>With such a long time since my last update, there should be a lot of things to blog about. Sadly, i am only a few hours from booking in again, so this should be quite brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i finished my field camp! It was not as bad as i thought it to be, no bathing for 6 days and sleeping almost anywhere in the forest was a nice experience. Insect bites were rare and few, although i did see several gigantic mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i think i am almost 60% confirmed going to NTU. I think it is quite near and judging from my friends, most of them should be going there as well. The more the merrier i guess. But really, i have absolutely no idea what aerospace is going to be about since i have never heard of it before. But well, let nature take it's course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, i am almost 3 weeks away from POP. Time really flies. To think that it still feels like yesterday when i relutantly set off in the morning on 10th April, the sinking feeling of confinement. Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is blue, yet so sad.&lt;br /&gt;The land is wide, yet so distant.&lt;br /&gt;Between the 2, i walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;Into the sunset, i shall never look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month has been a eye-opening journey for me. I've realised a lot of things aren't the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If happiness had a form, what would it look like?&lt;br /&gt;It might be something like glass..&lt;br /&gt;Because one doesn't notice it normally.&lt;br /&gt;However, it is actually there.&lt;br /&gt;As proof, if you change the angle you look at it, the glass will reflect light.&lt;br /&gt;It will state it's presence and existance more eloquently than any other thing in this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-630260943739772867?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/630260943739772867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=630260943739772867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/630260943739772867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/630260943739772867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/05/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-689657781094529685</id><published>2008-04-09T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:50:23.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gone &lt;/strong&gt;                                   &lt;strong&gt;Gone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone &lt;/strong&gt;                                   &lt;strong&gt;Gone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone &lt;/strong&gt;                                   &lt;strong&gt;Gone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone &lt;/strong&gt;                                   &lt;strong&gt;Gone &lt;/strong&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;strong&gt;Gone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;strong&gt;Gone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;strong&gt;Gone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-689657781094529685?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/689657781094529685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=689657781094529685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/689657781094529685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/689657781094529685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/04/national-service.html' title='National Service'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-5692657673066343124</id><published>2008-03-29T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:51:59.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King of the Palace!</title><content type='html'>Hands aching, sweaty palms. Moments earlier, i have just completed the Bloody Palace, a 101 stages of survival mode with only no continues. I started at 2pm, and ending just about 5pm. My heart is still racing from the excitement and the anxiety of the last stage. Just a note, once you die at a stage, you have to RESTART from the beginning. Yes, even though you reached stage 101, you will still restart from 1 if you die there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! What an achievement for me today! Time to check my rankings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-9-lj7V8CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HMx86iu-H7M/s1600-h/10th.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-9-lj7V8CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HMx86iu-H7M/s320/10th.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183500879891132450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 10th in Singapore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-5692657673066343124?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/5692657673066343124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=5692657673066343124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/5692657673066343124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/5692657673066343124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/03/king-of-palace.html' title='King of the Palace!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-9-lj7V8CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HMx86iu-H7M/s72-c/10th.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-4215942977435104356</id><published>2008-03-26T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:34:59.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Rose</title><content type='html'>Since my work ended last week, these 2 days i have been watching a very interesting korean drama, Green Rose. The story and plot is absolutely brillant. The scriptwriters have really done an excellent job at weaving together this tale. The story is very engrossing. I had finished 22 episodes of about 1 hour each just recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is very interesting. Taken from the show, do you know why there are only red, white roses and not green ones? Because it does not exist here. It exist only in heaven, where it represent enternal love. Although the story borrows a bit of inspiration from Count of Monte Cristo, it is still quite original. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another recent quote i found which i find it to be quite meaningful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As long as we have memories, yesterday remains. As long as we have hope, tomorrow awaits. As long as we have love, today is beautiful." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching stuffs indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-4215942977435104356?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/4215942977435104356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=4215942977435104356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4215942977435104356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4215942977435104356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/03/green-rose.html' title='Green Rose'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-1985716388107493430</id><published>2008-03-21T23:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:37:02.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Outing!</title><content type='html'>Today was our 0617 class outing/dinner. It was filled with fun, jokes, and more jokes, although there was some terrifying army ghost stories as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-PT4D7V77I/AAAAAAAAAD0/AkgoJw3XMN8/s1600-h/DSC00251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-PT4D7V77I/AAAAAAAAAD0/AkgoJw3XMN8/s320/DSC00251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180216956486545330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spectacular view from outside the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-PUjz7V78I/AAAAAAAAAD8/blL-19nFOHg/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-PUjz7V78I/AAAAAAAAAD8/blL-19nFOHg/s320/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180217708105822146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-PU1T7V79I/AAAAAAAAAEE/bju5BieQkFg/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-PU1T7V79I/AAAAAAAAAEE/bju5BieQkFg/s320/DSC00255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180218008753532882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With cap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-PVSD7V7-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/mC3fXRqRCow/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-PVSD7V7-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/mC3fXRqRCow/s320/DSC00254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180218502674771938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without cap.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-PVfT7V7_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/vddZmkI-nHo/s1600-h/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-PVfT7V7_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/vddZmkI-nHo/s320/DSC00256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180218730308038642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The background is pretty cool. Quite futuristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-PVuD7V8AI/AAAAAAAAAEc/T6KXSCage_8/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-PVuD7V8AI/AAAAAAAAAEc/T6KXSCage_8/s320/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180218983711109122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-PWAj7V8BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0-nS0V9CyH0/s1600-h/DSC00282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-PWAj7V8BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0-nS0V9CyH0/s320/DSC00282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180219301538689042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone advertisments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-1985716388107493430?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/1985716388107493430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=1985716388107493430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/1985716388107493430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/1985716388107493430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/03/class-outing.html' title='Class Outing!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R-PT4D7V77I/AAAAAAAAAD0/AkgoJw3XMN8/s72-c/DSC00251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-588014529067125879</id><published>2008-03-19T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:21:21.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I loved Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R_ikCj7V8DI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YwKqZkt2d6Q/s1600-h/iloveyesterdaylimitededition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R_ikCj7V8DI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YwKqZkt2d6Q/s320/iloveyesterdaylimitededition.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186075334827962418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rumor is true, YUI’s long-awaited 3rd Album “I Love Yesterday” has been confirmed!! 13 tracks including 9 exclusive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist CD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Laugh away&lt;br /&gt;02. My Generation &lt;br /&gt;03. Find me&lt;br /&gt;04. No way&lt;br /&gt;05. Namidairo &lt;br /&gt;06. Daydreamer&lt;br /&gt;07. Love is all&lt;br /&gt;08. I will love you&lt;br /&gt;09. We will go&lt;br /&gt;10. OH YEAH&lt;br /&gt;11. My friend&lt;br /&gt;12. LOVE &amp; TRUTH &lt;br /&gt;13. Am I wrong ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist DVD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Good-bye days&lt;br /&gt;02. I remember you&lt;br /&gt;03. Rolling star&lt;br /&gt;04. CHE.R.RY&lt;br /&gt;05. Special Live Video of her first Budokan Concert (19 Nov 2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-588014529067125879?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/588014529067125879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=588014529067125879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/588014529067125879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/588014529067125879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-loved-yesterday.html' title='I loved Yesterday'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R_ikCj7V8DI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YwKqZkt2d6Q/s72-c/iloveyesterdaylimitededition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-3409017375874864585</id><published>2008-03-08T09:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T09:32:33.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'A' Levels!</title><content type='html'>Just completed another milestone in my life. I just got back my results yesterday and to be honest, i didn't expected it to be like that. Thought that i had screwed up a lot during the actual paper itself. But, i supposed miracles are not as rare as people make them out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Paper: A&lt;br /&gt;Economics: A&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics: A&lt;br /&gt;Physics: B&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda expected to screw my physics, and the results proved i was right. But what the heck. A for GP was the most unexpected. I meant, i wrote about SUPERNATURAL. The topic that i didn't even know half of what i was writing. But damn, maybe the markers eat wrong medicine on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite satisfied with my results. Now, just have to look forward to NS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-3409017375874864585?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/3409017375874864585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=3409017375874864585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/3409017375874864585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/3409017375874864585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/03/levels.html' title='&apos;A&apos; Levels!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-2688217976877675794</id><published>2008-03-02T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:25:49.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caramelldansen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UC-n0F_y2LE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UC-n0F_y2LE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool dance video i stumbled across on youtube. This song is actually quite catchy and nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raw Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi undrar är ni redo att vara med&lt;br /&gt;Armarna upp nu ska ni få se&lt;br /&gt;Kom igen&lt;br /&gt;Vem som helst kan vara med&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så rör på era fötter&lt;br /&gt;Oa-a-a&lt;br /&gt;Och vicka era höfter&lt;br /&gt;O-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;Gör som vi&lt;br /&gt;Till denna melodi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dansa med oss&lt;br /&gt;Klappa era händer&lt;br /&gt;Gör som vi gör&lt;br /&gt;Ta några steg åt vänster&lt;br /&gt;Lyssna och lär&lt;br /&gt;Missa inte chansen&lt;br /&gt;Nu är vi här med&lt;br /&gt;Caramelldansen&lt;br /&gt;O-o-oa-oa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det blir en sensation överallt förstås&lt;br /&gt;På fester kommer alla att släppa loss&lt;br /&gt;Kom igen&lt;br /&gt;Nu tar vi stegen om igen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så rör på era fötter&lt;br /&gt;Oa-a-a&lt;br /&gt;Och vicka era höfter&lt;br /&gt;O-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;Gör som vi&lt;br /&gt;Till denna melodi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så kom och&lt;br /&gt;Dansa med oss&lt;br /&gt;Klappa era händer&lt;br /&gt;Gör som vi gör&lt;br /&gt;Ta några steg åt vänster&lt;br /&gt;Lyssna och lär&lt;br /&gt;Missa inte chansen&lt;br /&gt;Nu är vi här med&lt;br /&gt;Caramelldansen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dansa med oss&lt;br /&gt;Klappa era händer&lt;br /&gt;Gör som vi gör&lt;br /&gt;Ta några steg åt vänster&lt;br /&gt;Lyssna och lär&lt;br /&gt;Missa inte chansen&lt;br /&gt;Nu är vi här med&lt;br /&gt;Caramelldansen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wonder are you ready to [do this/join]&lt;br /&gt;Arms up now you'll see&lt;br /&gt;Come an&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can [do this/join]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So move your feet&lt;br /&gt;Oa-a-a&lt;br /&gt;and wiggle your hips&lt;br /&gt;O-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;Do as we do&lt;br /&gt;To this melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance with us&lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands&lt;br /&gt;Do like we do&lt;br /&gt;Take some steps to the left&lt;br /&gt;Listen and learn&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the chance&lt;br /&gt;We're here now with&lt;br /&gt;The Caramelldance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It becomes a sensation allover of course&lt;br /&gt;On the party's everyone will let loose.&lt;br /&gt;Come an&lt;br /&gt;Now we'll take the steps again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-2688217976877675794?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/2688217976877675794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=2688217976877675794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/2688217976877675794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/2688217976877675794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/03/caramelldansen.html' title='Caramelldansen!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-4768574349609170908</id><published>2008-02-20T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:05:03.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DMC4 Achievement!</title><content type='html'>During the weekends, i have been playing this game alot. I didn't really think much of it, until i went to the leaderboards and got this surprise: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R7xBL9zCaiI/AAAAAAAAADs/15KlH02-3cQ/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R7xBL9zCaiI/AAAAAAAAADs/15KlH02-3cQ/s320/DSC00232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169078146137483810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this, for mission 1, SOS difficulty, i am currently ranked 23rd in the whole world! Which means, for this mission, i am the highest ranked Singaporean! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gave me the incentive to work hard for this game! Also, on another note, for Bloody Palace, a survival mode, i am currently ranked 25th in Singapore. Let's hope more progress for myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-4768574349609170908?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/4768574349609170908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=4768574349609170908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4768574349609170908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4768574349609170908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/02/dmc4-achievement.html' title='DMC4 Achievement!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R7xBL9zCaiI/AAAAAAAAADs/15KlH02-3cQ/s72-c/DSC00232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-353690452244170493</id><published>2008-02-17T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:47:42.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STARCAMP EP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R7cbndzCadI/AAAAAAAAADE/VPAinTXhr8M/s1600-h/nana_mizuki_starcamp_EP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R7cbndzCadI/AAAAAAAAADE/VPAinTXhr8M/s320/nana_mizuki_starcamp_EP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167629462258477522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starcamp EP is the seventeenth single by Japanese singer Nana Mizuki. It was released on 6 February 2008. "Starcamp EP" contains the opening theme and ending theme for the anime Rosario to Vampire.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Track listing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Astrogation &lt;br /&gt;   Lyrics: Hibiki &lt;br /&gt;   Composition, arrangement: Jun Suyama &lt;br /&gt;   Theme in February for Japan Television (Nippon Terebi)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. COSMIC LOVE &lt;br /&gt;   Lyrics: Ryoji Sonoda &lt;br /&gt;   Composition, arrangement: Junpei Fujita (Elements Garden) &lt;br /&gt;   Opening theme for Rosario to Vampire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dancing in the velvet moon &lt;br /&gt;   Lyrics: Hibiki &lt;br /&gt;   Composition: Noriyasu Agematsu (Elements Garden) &lt;br /&gt;   Arrangement: Noriyasu Agematsu (Elements Garden), Masato Nakayama (Elements Garden) &lt;br /&gt;   Ending theme for Rosario to Vampire.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. 空時計 &lt;br /&gt;   Lyrics: SAYURI &lt;br /&gt;   Composition, arrangement: Tsutomu Ohira &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This single is finally out! Nana Mizuki is fast becoming my favourite singer. Her songs are better and better with outstanding vocals and powerful lyrics. One of her song, Justice To Believe, even won the Breakthrough performance award. She has an amazing variety of voices that she use in her songs too. Nana ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R7mmwtzCaeI/AAAAAAAAADM/89_JK-WsasA/s1600-h/103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R7mmwtzCaeI/AAAAAAAAADM/89_JK-WsasA/s320/103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168345403241949666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R7mnGdzCafI/AAAAAAAAADU/-KmLQhguYJE/s1600-h/105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R7mnGdzCafI/AAAAAAAAADU/-KmLQhguYJE/s320/105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168345776904104434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R7moZtzCahI/AAAAAAAAADk/yxrc0-391a4/s1600-h/107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R7moZtzCahI/AAAAAAAAADk/yxrc0-391a4/s320/107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168347207128214034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R7mnZtzCagI/AAAAAAAAADc/5NxhUeF--FA/s1600-h/108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R7mnZtzCagI/AAAAAAAAADc/5NxhUeF--FA/s320/108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168346107616586242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-353690452244170493?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/353690452244170493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=353690452244170493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/353690452244170493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/353690452244170493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/02/starcamp-ep.html' title='STARCAMP EP'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R7cbndzCadI/AAAAAAAAADE/VPAinTXhr8M/s72-c/nana_mizuki_starcamp_EP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-3969200656133532547</id><published>2008-02-11T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:05:26.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ippen, shinde miru?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIYyBT5Ovqc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIYyBT5Ovqc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noto Mamiko, who voices act Enma Ai in Jigoku Shoujo, Hell Girl. The phrase translates to "Just once, won't you try dying?". One of the best female voice actresses among many others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-3969200656133532547?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/3969200656133532547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=3969200656133532547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/3969200656133532547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/3969200656133532547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/02/ippen-shinde-miru.html' title='&quot;Ippen, shinde miru?&quot;'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-8402707392314656306</id><published>2008-02-03T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:00:02.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nessie in Tokyo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YHDT8cfY6jA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YHDT8cfY6jA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very cool holographic projection of Nessie in Tokyo. The whole thing looks damn cool. Technology has really come a very long way. Maybe not long after, movies will be screened this way, placing us into the movie itself, letting us experience it instead of telling the story through a screen. Can't wait to see what the future holds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-8402707392314656306?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/8402707392314656306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=8402707392314656306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8402707392314656306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8402707392314656306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/02/nessie-in-tokyo.html' title='Nessie in Tokyo!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-4765610388737867579</id><published>2008-02-01T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:17:32.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil May Cry 4 Hands On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R6Mv2DdLavI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CLb7tZjgCnA/s1600-h/DSC00223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R6Mv2DdLavI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CLb7tZjgCnA/s320/DSC00223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162022203583851250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R6Mv_jdLawI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3waGAF6gTdw/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R6Mv_jdLawI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3waGAF6gTdw/s320/DSC00224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162022366792608514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Finally! Today is the day i have been waiting for! The release + my purchase of Devil May Cry 4! I am pleased with the purchase so far. The fighting system is awesome, the graphics are even more awesome, Dante still kick ass, Nero was kind of decent as well. Well, off i go for more Devil May Cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, this is a very nice philosophy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze&lt;br /&gt;It means no worries for the rest of your days&lt;br /&gt;It's our problem-free philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna Matata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeehaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best fight scene in video games : Dante Vs Nero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AXDAPaAUu2M&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AXDAPaAUu2M&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-4765610388737867579?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/4765610388737867579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=4765610388737867579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4765610388737867579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4765610388737867579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/02/devil-may-cry-4-hands-on.html' title='Devil May Cry 4 Hands On!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R6Mv2DdLavI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CLb7tZjgCnA/s72-c/DSC00223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-2762571959008742904</id><published>2008-01-24T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:17:49.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil May Cry 4</title><content type='html'>How we, the fans have been waiting for this day patiently. But, the wait is over. The joy has arrived. Devil May Cry 4 demo is here! God, i have been wanting to try it out since i heard it would be out on the 24th, and i am VERY satisfied with the gameplay so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R5i7kjdLauI/AAAAAAAAACs/Cl-Tz0GWIb8/s1600-h/asdasd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R5i7kjdLauI/AAAAAAAAACs/Cl-Tz0GWIb8/s320/asdasd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159079609820211938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the big fire demon? Yes, we get to experience this fiery hell in the demo. The boss fight is epic, and also, the new character, Nero, is pretty cool in his own way. But hey, give me back Dante anytime! The graphics are awesome, the enemies are awesome, the characters are awesome, this demo ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just a few more hours before the release of another one of my most anticipated singles, Katayoku no Icarus by Yui Sakakibara. From the TV rip, the song is pretty nice, just hope that the full song is just as nice. Then there is Friends by Stephanie, the second ED of Gundam 00. That is due to be out on the 30th. Then the day after that, 31st, will be the release of the japanese version of Devil May Cry 4! Although i would have to wait longer till 5th of Feb as the US version is released on that day. I love my PS3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Whenever someone wanted to play a Devil May Cry game, he/she will need a playstation. Now, DMC has become a multiplatform game, with the Xbox 360 sharing the accolades for DMC. DAMN! Bring back console exclusives! I will be really jaded if a few months later, Final Fantasy becomes a multiplatformer. That will really crush me. Well, life is unpredictable. Let me finish with this very cool box art of the PS3 version of Devil May Cry 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R5i16DdLasI/AAAAAAAAACc/jNJwhDeEfrI/s1600-h/dmc4_ps3_box_front_rp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R5i16DdLasI/AAAAAAAAACc/jNJwhDeEfrI/s320/dmc4_ps3_box_front_rp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159073382117632706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-2762571959008742904?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/2762571959008742904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=2762571959008742904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/2762571959008742904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/2762571959008742904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/01/devil-may-cry-4.html' title='Devil May Cry 4'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R5i7kjdLauI/AAAAAAAAACs/Cl-Tz0GWIb8/s72-c/asdasd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-8915151530743707698</id><published>2008-01-23T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:43:55.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Fantasy Versus 13!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R5coqTdLaqI/AAAAAAAAACM/4cq-lYwjH88/s1600-h/FF13-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R5coqTdLaqI/AAAAAAAAACM/4cq-lYwjH88/s320/FF13-09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158636605418465954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R5coYDdLapI/AAAAAAAAACE/CSeF8fTlgtA/s1600-h/FF13-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R5coYDdLapI/AAAAAAAAACE/CSeF8fTlgtA/s320/FF13-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158636291885853330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I seriously cannot wait for this game. Just look at those pictures. I am so seriously hyped up for this game now. Even if it is going to suck, i guess i will still get it, after all, it is Final Fantasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, Square Enix has been discrete about their projects, and are only letting out small bits of informations. However, it is said that this installment will be a representative of the real world, which means war and such. The main character is supposed to be a king of a kingdom of some sort, and he is fighting to protect it. Can't wait for more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-8915151530743707698?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/8915151530743707698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=8915151530743707698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8915151530743707698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8915151530743707698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/01/final-fantasy-vesus-13.html' title='Final Fantasy Versus 13!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R5coqTdLaqI/AAAAAAAAACM/4cq-lYwjH88/s72-c/FF13-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-7767474595444310829</id><published>2008-01-19T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T11:32:12.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>36th Post</title><content type='html'>The most enticing time of a journey is in it's preparation.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing a dog howl is most dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;To see a woman's back is the most beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;If you're too careless and reckless, your dreams will vanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked with God.&lt;br /&gt;Left behind are their footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;The glimmering light from the sky shone upon the footprints of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Joy and happiness shone from the two pairs of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;However during desperate and troubled times,&lt;br /&gt;During times of overwhelming sadness,&lt;br /&gt;During times of unbearable pain,&lt;br /&gt;There would be only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, &lt;br /&gt;During my moments of joy and happiness,&lt;br /&gt;During those times, you were there for me.&lt;br /&gt;However, when i needed you the most,&lt;br /&gt;Why were you not there for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-7767474595444310829?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/7767474595444310829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=7767474595444310829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/7767474595444310829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/7767474595444310829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/01/36th-post.html' title='36th Post'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-2585173907408100160</id><published>2008-01-13T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:22:35.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Characters</title><content type='html'>I haven't been updating real often. Since i have been busy slacking at home pretty much all the way with some jobs in between. Been watching lots of animes and manga lately, and some of the characters i have come across are really quite striking and unique. For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R4obFj9gtXI/AAAAAAAAABc/iBzEc4JeanY/s1600-h/shana6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R4obFj9gtXI/AAAAAAAAABc/iBzEc4JeanY/s320/shana6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154962505845486962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red-Hair-Red-Hot-Eyed Hunter, Shana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R4obez9gtYI/AAAAAAAAABk/6-QYqTaroVw/s1600-h/shana35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R4obez9gtYI/AAAAAAAAABk/6-QYqTaroVw/s320/shana35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154962939637183874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpretor Of Condolences, Margery Daw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R4ob5D9gtZI/AAAAAAAAABs/AnpcBSUJicg/s1600-h/Wilhelmina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R4ob5D9gtZI/AAAAAAAAABs/AnpcBSUJicg/s320/Wilhelmina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154963390608749970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manipulator of Ten Thousand Ribbons, Wilhelmina Carmel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R4ocjT9gtaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/i0hjojbOKZg/s1600-h/pheles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R4ocjT9gtaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/i0hjojbOKZg/s320/pheles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154964116458223010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beautiful Whim, Pheles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note how all of them have such strange and awesome titles. Pretty long names to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R4oeDT9gtbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/L97DaYTKsHU/s1600-h/16-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R4oeDT9gtbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/L97DaYTKsHU/s320/16-17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154965765725664690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM! A very cool finale for an aerial battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'll continue next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-2585173907408100160?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/2585173907408100160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=2585173907408100160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/2585173907408100160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/2585173907408100160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2008/01/interesting-characters.html' title='Interesting Characters'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/R4obFj9gtXI/AAAAAAAAABc/iBzEc4JeanY/s72-c/shana6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-3023271376460561882</id><published>2007-11-27T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:56:49.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunities</title><content type='html'>What do you make of someone who said, "God told me to do it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like an opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone prays for patience, do you think God gives them patience? Or does He gives them the opportunity to be patient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they pray for courage, do you think God gives them courage? Or does He gives them the opportunity to be courageous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone prays for the family to be closer, do you think God gives them warm fuzzy feelings? Or does He gives them the opportunity to love each other?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-3023271376460561882?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/3023271376460561882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=3023271376460561882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/3023271376460561882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/3023271376460561882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/11/opportunities.html' title='Opportunities'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-8345152707501199656</id><published>2007-10-09T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T19:08:37.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RwtgeOc6CeI/AAAAAAAAABU/5ZuTuY7JBHc/s1600-h/Result+Slips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RwtgeOc6CeI/AAAAAAAAABU/5ZuTuY7JBHc/s320/Result+Slips.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119291473828383202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely the best i have done in my 2 years. Although i know that this feat is impossible and that i would probably be back to my ownself, just want to place this firmly in my memory. This shows that i have not been wasting my time these few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality, the above you see is definitely a fluke and could be a fragment of your imagination. In 2 days time, i shall forget about this and start anew. Back to the spot where i can nothing right. But at least, miracles do happen. Even for people like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-8345152707501199656?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/8345152707501199656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=8345152707501199656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8345152707501199656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8345152707501199656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/10/miracle.html' title='A Miracle'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RwtgeOc6CeI/AAAAAAAAABU/5ZuTuY7JBHc/s72-c/Result+Slips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-4596893850190813476</id><published>2007-10-01T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:56:34.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Breather For A Short While</title><content type='html'>I am giving yours truly sometime to slack.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i have not been doing that often this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the prelims are over, the results are back.&lt;br /&gt;Whew. I did so-so for all my subjects. Which was a HUGE relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it is done and dusted, i have lost all momentum to study again. I simply loathe the idea of re-doing what i did 1 week before my prelims. It is not a matter of self-control, but simply I DON'T FEEL LIKE IT. What a bore. I resort to playing computer games all day long while people around me are studying hard like there is no tomorrow. SLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is pretty short, means i am going to spend the whole bulk of my day at home, means MORE SLACKING. I'm going to die of too much slacking someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*..............*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-4596893850190813476?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/4596893850190813476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=4596893850190813476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4596893850190813476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4596893850190813476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/10/breather-for-short-while.html' title='A Breather For A Short While'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-8151809890984332150</id><published>2007-09-22T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:47:23.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Relaxing Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RvUOQec6CdI/AAAAAAAAABM/C2gYJOL_3qQ/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RvUOQec6CdI/AAAAAAAAABM/C2gYJOL_3qQ/s320/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113008628164069842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-8151809890984332150?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/8151809890984332150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=8151809890984332150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8151809890984332150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8151809890984332150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/09/relaxing-saturday.html' title='A Relaxing Saturday'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RvUOQec6CdI/AAAAAAAAABM/C2gYJOL_3qQ/s72-c/DSC00168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-8520557126798523538</id><published>2007-09-19T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:25:35.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>These 2 weeks have been pretty rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, i have tried to study for the prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to prepare well for the prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i got was a bunch of unknowns shoved back into my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am going to FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot. I failed because i've tried my best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, i will just ignore it and watch it pass right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU have caused it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame on YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have shouldered my part of the blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now YOU better damn well carry yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-8520557126798523538?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/8520557126798523538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=8520557126798523538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8520557126798523538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8520557126798523538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/09/rough-2-weeks.html' title='Rough 2 weeks'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-8593505806676119950</id><published>2007-08-23T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:30:51.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/Rs2aAH-xmMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m3-o12QakdU/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/Rs2aAH-xmMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m3-o12QakdU/s320/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101903279813662914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by : Teik-Ling, Yi Chiann&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-8593505806676119950?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/8593505806676119950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=8593505806676119950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8593505806676119950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8593505806676119950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/08/art.html' title='Art!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/Rs2aAH-xmMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m3-o12QakdU/s72-c/DSC00149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-8854124450026825908</id><published>2007-08-19T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:29:21.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House of The Dead 4 Completion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RvDBuqTtkdI/AAAAAAAAABE/RrW1RWcNl-o/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RvDBuqTtkdI/AAAAAAAAABE/RrW1RWcNl-o/s320/DSC00166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111798584440623570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/Rshcwn-xmLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pA63d8LHtos/s1600-h/DSC02076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/Rshcwn-xmLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pA63d8LHtos/s320/DSC02076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100428568432842930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself a pat. A job well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-8854124450026825908?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/8854124450026825908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=8854124450026825908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8854124450026825908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8854124450026825908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/08/house-of-dead-4-completion.html' title='House of The Dead 4 Completion!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RvDBuqTtkdI/AAAAAAAAABE/RrW1RWcNl-o/s72-c/DSC00166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-5901710110548493977</id><published>2007-08-19T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T12:24:59.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks at Marina!</title><content type='html'>Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/jp.swf?video_id=V1FBvyXsZFY&amp;eurl=&amp;iurl=http%3A//img.youtube.com/vi/V1FBvyXsZFY/default.jpg&amp;t=OEgsToPDskKNdA5aA1CC16HE4dW-b4fx" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/jp.swf?video_id=n0OYYb16pNY&amp;eurl=&amp;iurl=http%3A//img.youtube.com/vi/n0OYYb16pNY/default.jpg&amp;t=OEgsToPDskLVDfoe_nCMnBvQfx65ao1H" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/jp.swf?video_id=ABF3_PDGB4c&amp;eurl=&amp;iurl=http%3A//img.youtube.com/vi/ABF3_PDGB4c/default.jpg&amp;t=OEgsToPDskLs4m-c1gY0kSVUPk-kOl5X" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-5901710110548493977?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/5901710110548493977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=5901710110548493977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/5901710110548493977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/5901710110548493977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/08/fireworks-at-marina.html' title='Fireworks at Marina!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-349004068217562693</id><published>2007-08-08T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:43:10.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day Celebrations Highlights</title><content type='html'>Javin and Nat's performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campus Superstar and Project Superstar Come Together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/jp.swf?video_id=QhLpxNn2BoI&amp;eurl=&amp;iurl=http%3A//img.youtube.com/vi/QhLpxNn2BoI/default.jpg&amp;t=OEgsToPDskKOffCy6kSs2_q3Sh-8-sAd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weak hands means shaky video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat's rendition of Ai Ai Ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/jp.swf?video_id=GfWj1jt3lwM&amp;eurl=&amp;iurl=http%3A//img.youtube.com/vi/GfWj1jt3lwM/default.jpg&amp;t=OEgsToPDskJ0J2yR53cd3zbfO9sZDq9d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmed using Guan Kang's 2MP phone =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-349004068217562693?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/349004068217562693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=349004068217562693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/349004068217562693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/349004068217562693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day-celebrations-highlights.html' title='National Day Celebrations Highlights'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-8986902526756345742</id><published>2007-08-05T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:46:53.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all right</title><content type='html'>I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay. I am going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if i'm going mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-A-P-P-I-N-E-S-S&lt;br /&gt;The word which is slowly being erased from my dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;But it's all right.&lt;br /&gt;I won't cry.&lt;br /&gt;I won't back down.&lt;br /&gt;I will do nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-8986902526756345742?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/8986902526756345742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=8986902526756345742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8986902526756345742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8986902526756345742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-all-right.html' title='It&apos;s all right'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-4601927983963031443</id><published>2007-08-04T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T11:46:24.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a friend</title><content type='html'>If you love someone you say it...&lt;br /&gt;you say it right then,out loud...&lt;br /&gt;or the moment just...&lt;br /&gt;passes you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: a temporary insanity,&lt;br /&gt;curable by marriage...&lt;br /&gt;Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others,&lt;br /&gt;and the delight in the recognition.&lt;br /&gt;There is no remedy for love but to love more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always some madness in love.&lt;br /&gt;But there is also always some reason in madness.&lt;br /&gt;Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.&lt;br /&gt;The eskimos have 52 words for snow because it is so special to them&lt;br /&gt;;there ought to be as many for love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-4601927983963031443?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/4601927983963031443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=4601927983963031443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4601927983963031443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4601927983963031443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-friend.html' title='For a friend'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-480346397564371220</id><published>2007-08-03T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:42:45.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleak time</title><content type='html'>Today is a very very bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was almost late for school. Coaxed into running by Mr Sim. Bad Mistake. I knew. I was supposed to know. I had a freaking problem with my gastric. No. I still ran. My stomach rebelled against me. Terrible, terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played basketball and soccer despite pain. I beared. I smiled. I laughed. But it was excruciating. Serves me right. Play sports when i was so weak. Nice move. Tripped by one of the soccer players. Sprained my toe. Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone promised me he will do something for me. He didn't. I waited for him. He broke his end of his bargain. Wasted 20 minutes of my life. I'll never trust a promise again. Break, broke, broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions are naught to be tormented, for they can kill a person in more ways than one. Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts. People say they wish they had my patience. I tell them I wasn't born with it. I had to learn it. Everybody has patience. Some of us just make better use of it than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is becoming like a brief candle to me. It is a sort of fading torch which I am permitted to hold for the moment, and I want to extinguish it before i experience anymore pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you cannot bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Life is indeed bleak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-480346397564371220?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/480346397564371220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=480346397564371220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/480346397564371220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/480346397564371220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/08/bleak-time.html' title='Bleak time'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-2807083729366673171</id><published>2007-08-02T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:44:34.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dota Trio of Destruction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RrHtpf37IFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hz3oykJBI6Q/s1600-h/QOP.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094113950719221842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RrHtpf37IFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hz3oykJBI6Q/s320/QOP.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                Me the Queen of Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RrHtUv37IEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/itT2YcHKNSI/s1600-h/TROLL.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094113594236936258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RrHtUv37IEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/itT2YcHKNSI/s320/TROLL.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                          Wilson the Troll Warlord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RrHs9f37IDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1fQExviHq0A/s1600-h/LR.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094113194804977714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RrHs9f37IDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1fQExviHq0A/s320/LR.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                      Zhen En the Lightning Revenant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-2807083729366673171?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/2807083729366673171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=2807083729366673171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/2807083729366673171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/2807083729366673171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/08/dota-trio-of-destruction.html' title='Dota Trio of Destruction!'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RrHtpf37IFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hz3oykJBI6Q/s72-c/QOP.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-4847473002881162689</id><published>2007-08-02T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T20:32:16.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RrHOn_37ICI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jdsmfLSP3rQ/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094079840088956962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RrHOn_37ICI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jdsmfLSP3rQ/s320/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-4847473002881162689?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/4847473002881162689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=4847473002881162689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4847473002881162689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4847473002881162689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/08/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/RrHOn_37ICI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jdsmfLSP3rQ/s72-c/DSC00133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-9088563843775360293</id><published>2007-07-31T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:44:03.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carpenter</title><content type='html'>An elderly Carpenter was ready to retire. He told his Employer-Contractor of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by. &lt;br /&gt;The Contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The Carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Carpenter finished his work the builder came to inspect the house, the Contractor handed the front-door key to the Carpenter. "This is your house," he said, "my gift to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shock! What a shame! If he had only know he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently. Now he had to live in the home he had built none to well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is with us. We build our lives in a distracted way, reacting rather than acting, willing to put up less than the best. At important points we do not give the job our best effort. Then with a shock we look at the situation we have created and find that we are now living in the house we have built. If we had realized, we would have done it differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of yourself as the Carpenter. Think about your house. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Build wisely. It is the only life you will ever build. Even if you live it for only one day more, that day deserves to be lived graciously and with dignity. The plaque on the wall says, "Life is a do-it-yourself project."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could say it more clearly? Your life today is the result of your attitudes and choices in the past. Your life tommorrow will be the result of your attitudes and choices you make today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a matter of choices. Sometimes when your life sucks, you have to look back and reflect on the choices you had made thus far. When you cannot find an answer, it just mean that your life is meant to be like that, meaningless and useless. What's the use of a life if it exists on Earth just for the sake of existing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No goals in life, no destination in your journey. Life is indeed sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End- T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-9088563843775360293?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/9088563843775360293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=9088563843775360293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/9088563843775360293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/9088563843775360293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/07/carpenter.html' title='The Carpenter'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-3278171113832147905</id><published>2007-07-27T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:24:55.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think life's screwed? Think again.</title><content type='html'>Life is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your very own guiding lights fade out, who are you to turn to?&lt;br /&gt;Yet the worse is to have those guiding lights turn into fires and burn you. How does it feel?&lt;br /&gt;People craves what they desire, but you can never force upon them what they do not want to do or is out of their reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things is going through my head since today. My mind is being flooded with haunting memories. Memories which i'd thought i have forsaken, sealed off in the bottom reaches of my mind. Today jolted back everything. I can still remember those fleeting emotions which had plagued me for at least 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the floodgates opened, every bit of emotions came back to me. I remembered. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hurts. Those are not minor feelings that you can throw away. What you said back then will not just go away so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they understand?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure. They are doing this for the sake of us.&lt;br /&gt;But in that state, who can say for sure, what they are trying to do?&lt;br /&gt;Forcing us onto the wrong side is not how it works.&lt;br /&gt;The pain won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is indeed sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could erase my memories&lt;br /&gt;If only&lt;br /&gt;If&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-3278171113832147905?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/3278171113832147905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=3278171113832147905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/3278171113832147905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/3278171113832147905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/07/think-lifes-screwed-think-again.html' title='Think life&apos;s screwed? Think again.'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-717393873802917924</id><published>2007-07-26T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:04:57.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy Behind the Wall</title><content type='html'>Emotions are a dangerous thing. They're like little children, innocent and naive. And when we're in love for the first time, they run wild like children in the park on a Sunday afternoon, full of energy and vigor, boundless and unrestrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if a little girl was to fall, a bad fall, no one sees this poor girl. She looks up at the other children and hears their laughter. She cries as all little girls do but she stops after awhile, not wanting to dampen the other children’s' happiness. So she sits and waits, hoping for someone to help her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy came and offered his hand; she began to smile as the sadness of a child never lasts long. She takes his hand and they take a few tentative steps, but as she began to put her weight on him the boy let go and she crumpled onto the grass again. The boy laughed, for he was only a bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl was sad, but somewhere inside her she knew it was too good to be true and shrugged it off. She rested for awhile, then limped painfully towards a tree and sat in the shade. She’s tired now and her leg hurts too much, she doesn’t want to run around in the park anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went on and although she was still hurting, she no longer cried, just rested and waited for the pain in her leg to subside. Indeed after awhile she feels much better. She thinks she’s completely recovered. She stands up but as she tried to take a few steps on her own she crumpled like a rag doll. The little girl realizes her leg is broken. So she sits under the tree and watches the other children play. She saw some of them trip and fall and remembers her own pain. She thinks to herself, "how dangerous it is to run around the park without control or restrain...” She decides to build a wall around herself. She never wants to get hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits in her brick wall alone with her thoughts. She wonders when she'll dare to run again, from time to time she would sit on the wall and swing her legs, trying to enjoy herself and contemplating whether she had the courage to run again. Some children came along to encourage her but each time she came close to jumping off the wall back into the playground, the memory of her fall would return and she would retreat to the inner sanctity of her tiny fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there she hid, till one day she heard some scraping noises, as if someone else was building a wall. She peered over her wall and true enough there was a little boy, building his own wall, sadness in his eyes. She wondered if he had fallen just like her, while he was running careless and free. She watches the boy complete the wall and when he did so, he peered curiously at her before disappearing behind his own wall. The little girl wondered what the boy was thinking and one day the boy called out to her from behind his wall and she replies from behind her wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They begin to talk, in small muffled voices at first, and then clearer, as each of them removed a brick from their respective walls. Soon they became friends, and his voice was a comfort to her. But each time she removed a new brick, the light which flooded her hiding place frightened her and she was tempted to replace it. But also, with each new brick she removed, the sounds of the other children’s laughter enticed her and she realized she wanted to run like before. But not alone lest she fall again. She wondered if the boy felt the same and thought about what she would do if the boy asked her to run with him. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End- (O'.')=O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-717393873802917924?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/717393873802917924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=717393873802917924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/717393873802917924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/717393873802917924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/07/boy-behind-wall.html' title='The Boy Behind the Wall'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-4314307277114005513</id><published>2007-07-23T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:18:10.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 15th Post</title><content type='html'>I like coincidences. They make me wonder about destiny, and whether free will is an illusion or just a matter of perspective. They let me speculate on the idea of some master plan that, from time to time, we're allowed to see out of the corner of our eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I define comfort as self-acceptance. When we finally learn that self-care begins and ends with ourselves, we no longer demand sustenance and happiness from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the hand that erases can write the real thing. Only the ones who had lied can tell the difference between truth and lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September tries its best to have us forget summer. The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people's reality, and eventually in one's own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you do anything, think. If you do something to try and impress someone, to be loved, accepted or even to get someone's attention, stop and think. So many people are busy trying to create an image, they die in the process. No matter how old you are, there's always something good to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot be friends upon any other terms than upon the terms of equality.&lt;br /&gt;It's much easier to turn a friendship into love, than love into friendship.&lt;br /&gt;What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.&lt;br /&gt;The worst solitude is to be destitute of sincere friendship.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's what each of us sows, and how, that gives to us character and prestige. Seeds of kindness, goodwill, and human understanding, planted in fertile soil, spring up into deathless friendships, big deeds of worth, and a memory that will not soon fade. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day. Each moment. Each second. Each hour. The feeling of being so alone, makes the world feel big. Isn't it ironic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People crave for love each day. There are those who seek it, and those who wait for nature to take it's due course. However, can they be certain love brings them happiness? Loving families, siblings, friends, relationships, do they make a difference? What would one do, when one day, they found out that it wasn't what they have been searching for? In the end, a world devoid of any feelings serves the best for progress. No longer will we be hindered by the desire and burden of love. What do we want actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End- (O'.')=O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-4314307277114005513?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/4314307277114005513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=4314307277114005513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4314307277114005513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4314307277114005513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/07/15th-post.html' title='The 15th Post'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-7853542106082478705</id><published>2007-07-23T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:24:12.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog song lyrics</title><content type='html'>Prayer~You Raise Me Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocals: Lena Park&lt;br /&gt;Original Lyrics: Brendan Graham&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Lyrics: Okachimachi Kaito&lt;br /&gt;Composition: Rolf Løvland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the depths of my teared-up eyes&lt;br /&gt;There’s your unchanging figure&lt;br /&gt;“Where will the world continue to?”&lt;br /&gt;Are the words from the days have ceased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the freezing, stormy nights&lt;br /&gt;I continue to go toward the still unseen you, too&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, oh the wind that spreads across the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Prayers surpass time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the hazy horizon&lt;br /&gt;There’s the episode of stars that can sleep&lt;br /&gt;“There’s no unending night,”&lt;br /&gt;The sin from that day laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I embrace the trembling you&lt;br /&gt;And gaze up at the unreachable void&lt;br /&gt;I hear the bell that illuminates the darkness&lt;br /&gt;The road that goes to you is far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the freezing, stormy nights&lt;br /&gt;I continue to go toward the still unseen you, too&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, oh the wind that spreads across the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Prayers surpass time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the freezing, stormy nights&lt;br /&gt;I continue to go toward the still unseen you, too&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, oh the wind that spreads across the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Prayers surpass time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers surpass time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japanese Text&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祈り～You Raise Me Up&lt;br /&gt;歌: Lena Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;うるんだ瞳の奥に&lt;br /&gt;変わらぬ君の姿&lt;br /&gt;「どこまで世界は続くの」&lt;br /&gt;途絶えた日々の言葉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;凍える嵐の夜も&lt;br /&gt;まだ見ぬ君へ続く&lt;br /&gt;教えて　海渡る風&lt;br /&gt;祈りは時を越える&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;霞んだ地平の向こうに&lt;br /&gt;眠れる星の挿話&lt;br /&gt;「明けない夜はないよ」と&lt;br /&gt;あの日の罪が笑う&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;震える君を抱き寄せ&lt;br /&gt;届かぬ虚空を仰ぐ&lt;br /&gt;聴こえる 闇照らす鐘&lt;br /&gt;君へと道は遠く&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;凍える嵐の夜も&lt;br /&gt;まだ見ぬ君へ続く&lt;br /&gt;教えて　海渡る風&lt;br /&gt;祈りは時を越える&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;凍える嵐の夜も&lt;br /&gt;まだ見ぬ君へ続く&lt;br /&gt;教えて　海渡る風&lt;br /&gt;祈りは時を越える&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祈りは時を越える&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End- (O'.')=O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-7853542106082478705?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/7853542106082478705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=7853542106082478705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/7853542106082478705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/7853542106082478705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-song-lyrics.html' title='Blog song lyrics'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-9103281482773440402</id><published>2007-07-22T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T13:46:35.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 14th Post</title><content type='html'>Love adorns itself;&lt;br /&gt;it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love does not claim possession,&lt;br /&gt;but gives freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is an endless mystery,&lt;br /&gt;for it has nothing else to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Love's gift cannot be given,&lt;br /&gt;it waits to be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一个女孩子，小的时候腿不利索，常年只能坐在门口看别的孩子玩，很寂寞。&lt;br /&gt;　 　　&lt;br /&gt;有一年的夏天，邻居家的城里亲威来玩，带来了他们的小孩，一个比女孩大五岁的男孩。因为年龄都小的关系，男孩和附近的小孩很快打成了一片，跟他们一起上山下河，一样晒得很黑，笑得很开心，不同的是，他不会说粗话，而且，他注意到了一个不会走路的小姑娘。男孩第一个把捉到的蜻蜓放在女孩的手心，第一个把女孩背到了河边，第一个对着女孩讲起了故事，第一个告诉她她的腿是可以治好的。第一个，仔细想来，也是最后一个。&lt;br /&gt;　 　　&lt;br /&gt;女孩难得地有了笑容夏天要结束的时候，男孩一家人要离开了。女孩眼泪汪汪地来送，在他耳边小声地说：“我治好腿以后，嫁给你好吗？”男孩点点头。 　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一转眼，二十年过去了。男孩由一个天真的孩子长成了成熟的男人。他开一间咖啡店，有了一个未婚妻，生活很普通也很平静。有一天，他接到一个电话，一个女子细细的声音说她的腿好了，她来到了这个城市。一时间，他甚至想不起她是谁。他早已忘记了童年某个夏天的故事，忘记了那个脸色苍白的小女孩，更忘记了一个孩子善良的承诺。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，他还是收留了她，让她在店里帮忙。他发现，她几乎是终日沉默的。&lt;br /&gt;　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;可是他没有时间关心她，他的未婚妻怀上了不是他的孩子。他羞愤交加，扔掉了所有准备结婚用的东西，日日酗酒，变得狂暴易怒，连家人都疏远了他，生意更是无心打理，不久，他就大病一场。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这段时间里，她一直守在他身边，照顾他，容忍他酒醉时的打骂，更独立撑着那片摇摇欲坠的小店。她学到了很多东西，也累得骨瘦如柴，可眼里，总跳跃着两点神采。 　　 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;半年之后，他终于康复了。面对她做的一切，只有感激。他把店送给她，她执意不要，他只好宣布她是一半的老板。在她的帮助下，他又慢慢振作了精神，他把她当做是至交的好友，掏心掏腹地对她倾诉，她依然是沉默地听着。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他不懂她在想什么，他只是需要一个耐心的听众而已。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这样又过了几年，他也交了几个女朋友，都不长。他找不到感觉了。她也是，一直独身。他发现她其实是很素雅的，风韵天成，不乏追求者。他笑她心高，她只是笑笑。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终有一天，他厌倦了自己平静的状态，决定出去走走。拿到护照之前，他把店里的一切正式交给了她。这一次，她没再反对，只是说，为他保管，等他回来。 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在异乡飘泊的日子很苦，可是在这苦中，他却找到了开宽的眼界和胸怀。过去种种悲苦都云淡风清，他忽然发现，无论疾病或健康，贫穷或富裕，如意或不如意，真正陪在他身边的，只有她。他行踪无定，她的信却总是跟在身后，只字片言，轻轻淡淡，却一直觉着温暖。他想是时候回去了。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回到家的时候他为她的良苦用心而感动。无论是家里还是店里，他的东西他的位置都一直好好保存着，仿佛随时等着他回来。他大声叫唤她的名字，却无人应答。 　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;店里换了新主管，他告诉他，她因积劳成疾去世已半年了。按她的吩咐，他一直叫专人注意他的行踪，把她留下的几百封信一一寄出，为他管理店里的事，为他收拾房子，等他回来。 　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他把她的遗物交给他，一个蜻蜓的标本，还有一卷录音带，是她的临终遗言。 　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;带子里只有她回光返照时宛如少女般的轻语: “我……嫁给你……好吗？……”&lt;br /&gt;　 　　&lt;br /&gt;抛去二十七年的岁月，他像孩子一样嚎啕大哭起来。 　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有人知道，有时候，一个女人要用她的一生来说这样一句简单的话……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world crashes down on you, push it up yourself.&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems hopeless, hope for it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;For there is nothing in this world, you cannot do by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are selfish, not selfless.&lt;br /&gt;They are practical, not sympathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End- (O'.')=O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-9103281482773440402?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/9103281482773440402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=9103281482773440402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/9103281482773440402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/9103281482773440402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/07/14th-post.html' title='The 14th Post'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-4748633373412967885</id><published>2007-07-17T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:48:42.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Extract..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If love isn't a game, why are there so many players?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can only go as far as you push! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actions speak louder than words. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life's short. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you don't look around once in a while you might miss it.&lt;br /&gt;A best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people make the world special by just being in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best friends are the siblings God forgot to give us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there.&lt;br /&gt;True friendship never ends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friends are forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good friends are like stars....you don't always see them, but you know they are always there.&lt;br /&gt;Don't frown, you never know who is falling in love with your smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything is okay in the end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If it's not okay, then it's not the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most people walk in and out of your life, but only friends leave footprints in your heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before everything is too late, take the moment now to cherish whatever you hold dear to your heart and soul. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As Optimus Prime so famously said :' Freedom is the right of all sentient beings.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Choose to live wisely. Choose to remember. Choose to cherish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-End- (O'.')=O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-4748633373412967885?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/4748633373412967885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=4748633373412967885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4748633373412967885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4748633373412967885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/07/extract.html' title='An Extract..'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-942333496069846084</id><published>2007-07-01T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:18:18.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 13th Post</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been really long since i last updated. Just thought i will update it now while i still have the time. For the past few weeks, even though i attempted to study, i still felt that the results will be the same regardless. From Maths that day till Physics on thursday, i have absolute confidence that i can pass none. So seriously screwed up is my papers that i have consider the possibility of not going for the rest anymore. While some of my classmates are rejoicing over how easy the papers are, i was comtemplating suicide. Easy papers? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few weeks has also brought about the return of my gastric. I have to suffer the pain every morning and still cannot do anything about it. I know is a psychological problem, yet i cannot bring myself to face it. The longer i take to face it, the worser the problem is becoming. To think that yesterday, when all my papers are still not finished, i even went out to LAN with my friends. Not that it was not worth it, we managed to own a group of friends there as well. The feeling of seeing their faces when they lost to us was in a way, satisfying. Now i sound like a crazy maniac. It's a side effect from an illness known as MYE. Hopefully by next week, i would have recovered from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone in the world has the chance to pick another life, what will they choose? Will they choose a life they desire? Or will they want a life that guarantee comforts through the rest of their lifetime? For me, i would not choose any. Cause mine is already screwed up enough. I have little ambitions, little dreams. All i want now, is to get through MYE. Yet, that still seems quite far away from my hands. So what will it be? Will i screw up badly? Or will i screw up to the point of no return. Principal's office awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End- T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-942333496069846084?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/942333496069846084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=942333496069846084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/942333496069846084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/942333496069846084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/07/13th-post.html' title='My 13th Post'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-4026149224371013887</id><published>2007-05-06T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:46:56.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 12th Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/Rj30pD7OylI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W2gkhb2oAzE/s1600-h/DSC01769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061470542499859026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/Rj30pD7OylI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W2gkhb2oAzE/s320/DSC01769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was quite a fun day. Firstly, i went to causeway point with Wee Choon and Zhiheng so that he can wait for his friend. But alas, i am always attracted to the arcade. So i went up to play a game of Time Crisis 4. My gameplay was manageable, so i think i did alright for today. My final score can be seen from the photo that Zhiheng took. 6.1 million! Only abit more till i hit 7 million!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, we went to Wilson's house to 'mug' and 'play'. The mugging process abit boring, so i'll just skip ahead to the playing part. We played 2 games of basketball. Since we got 7 people, we end up in a 3v4 match. Fortunately, i ended up on the 4 person team both times. The 3 man team of Zhiheng, Wee Choon and Wilson really rocks. Their chemistry is superb. They always seem to know where each other is without looking anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halfway, we have a small break where they tried to do pull-ups. All of them did it on the basketball pole. Even a broken-hand-soon-to-recover Wilson can do 6 already. Nice. After the second game, we sat around the void deck while playing bridge. Then, it was back to Wilson's house where i showed Zhiheng the 7 million run on youtube. I hope i can emulate that run one day. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.30pm, Wilson urged us back home so that we can play a round of [Defence Of The Ancients]. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's game was not bad. At least early game we owned. Then late game they owned us back. But we managed to force a leaver to even the tie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was generally a fun day. Got study, got play, got relax. Thats all i need to have a reason to continue with life. I can take comfort that at least, even if it's for just one day, i can find another new reason to do so. It's a chore, but one that i've found to be fulfilling with each passing day. A passing remark, a humorous joke, a careless mistake, a fleeting moment. That's what makes life worthwhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-End- (O'.')=O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-4026149224371013887?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/4026149224371013887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=4026149224371013887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4026149224371013887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/4026149224371013887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-12th-post.html' title='My 12th Post'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z0lEu8ERLqY/Rj30pD7OylI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W2gkhb2oAzE/s72-c/DSC01769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-6827411726208964760</id><published>2007-04-28T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T23:44:48.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eleventh Post</title><content type='html'>Giddy spells have been hitting me recently. It hurts when i try to focus on far away objects. Occasional painful spells has also been affecting me. Maybe my days are numbered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when we were playing soccer. Terry and me were chasing the same ball. Suddenly, he slipped on the ball. Since i was already running so fast, i could not stop in time. I ended up tripping over his body, and cracking the back of my skull against the CONCRETE pavement. My HEAD vs the CONCRETE. Immediately after that, the feeling cannot be expressed in words. Just 2 words: VERY PAINFUL. It took a while for me to get to my feet. My friends assured me that i will be fine. But then, Kai Shuo told me that if i hit my head in the right place, i may die. He asked me to go for a check-up, but it would be quite expensive with the X-rays and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it makes me very scared. What if one day i sleep and never wake up again? I have read newspaper articles on these type of incidents. I remember one of the articles where by a boy hit his head against a lamp post. He appeared to be fine for a few days. Suddenly, a few weeks later, he collasped and pass away. This report brings chills to my spine. What if the same thing happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll just wait for a few days and see whether my condition deterioriate. I am so scared. I am living each day in fear. Maybe it never occurred to me that this will happen to me. Or maybe i am thinking too much. Maybe i am being too paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts: Life is just too short for us to enjoy everything. What we have to do is to treat each passing moment, each day with more respect. Enjoy each moment, for you never know when your time is up. ( Relax Terry, I am not blaming you. It's just my thoughts. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End- (O'.')=O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-6827411726208964760?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/6827411726208964760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=6827411726208964760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/6827411726208964760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/6827411726208964760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-eleventh-post.html' title='My Eleventh Post'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-8204620220333436394</id><published>2007-04-23T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:40:42.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tenth Post</title><content type='html'>Thinking of you wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;We pray for our sorrows to end,&lt;br /&gt;And hope that our hearts will blend&lt;br /&gt;Now i will step forward to realise this wish&lt;br /&gt;And who knows:&lt;br /&gt;Starting a new journey might not be so hard&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it has already begun&lt;br /&gt;There are many worlds&lt;br /&gt;But they share the same sky&lt;br /&gt;One sky,One destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often when we have looked down upon ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Thinking we could be someone better&lt;br /&gt;Someone different perhaps&lt;br /&gt;Yet when we obtained what we have always desired&lt;br /&gt;Regrets and remorse is never far&lt;br /&gt;And so we come back to ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Who are we really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As selfish as we are&lt;br /&gt;As harsh as reality might be&lt;br /&gt;Never give up hope&lt;br /&gt;No matter how cloudy it may be&lt;br /&gt;How overcast the sky is&lt;br /&gt;How bleak the day is&lt;br /&gt;Hope never cease to amaze us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really matters in the end&lt;br /&gt;Is the belief which keeps us going&lt;br /&gt;The driving force that runs within us&lt;br /&gt;Clinging onto that maybe tough,&lt;br /&gt;Rough and sometimes hopeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brush aside all obstacles&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself!&lt;br /&gt;Who knows&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you will find your purpose in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is not as perfect&lt;br /&gt;It's not a safe haven&lt;br /&gt;As long as you know your purpose&lt;br /&gt;Life always seem to be better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End- (O'.')=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the world sucks. Otherwise you and me will be falling off it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-8204620220333436394?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/8204620220333436394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=8204620220333436394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8204620220333436394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/8204620220333436394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-tenth-post.html' title='My Tenth Post'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-115496471305612011</id><published>2006-08-07T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:32:54.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ninth Post</title><content type='html'>A: Why did you come back to help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: You don't need a reason to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I did not realised the true purpose of life until right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye..Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Farewell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-115496471305612011?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/115496471305612011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=115496471305612011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/115496471305612011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/115496471305612011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-ninth-post.html' title='My Ninth Post'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-115354670145796820</id><published>2006-07-22T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T13:38:21.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eighth Post</title><content type='html'>Finally, i decided to update my blog after weeks of nelgect. I had a tough month so to speak. I had mid-year examinations and had to suffer the shock of getting the results back which weren't very good. Alas, i took it in my stride and started a new term with a brand new mindset. To say the past month was tough would be an understatement. It was like hell. Tutorials, test, tutorials flooded my 'to do' list if i ever had one. Have not been to the arcade for a very long time now. I don't even know how to hold the gun which i was so familiar to whenever i go there to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been boring, so i should not say much more. Been watch Discovery Channel for a while now, and have seen several interesting shows. I never knew that there was a huge pig called Hogzilla. It is like 5 times bigger than the biggest hog ever recorded. They are also considered to be the smartest domesticated animals and undergoes the most dramatic changes when escape from captivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my boring life. Nothing really happens. Until one day. Now our class has a very unique situation which can only be witnessed in the movies. The story is almost reaching it's climax and i cannot wait to see what happens next. But, due to it's nature, i cannot know more than what i do currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world cup has also ended. Guess who won it? It was Italy. They won with a 5-3 shootout over France after a 1-1 draw in normal and extra time. But the talking point ended up with Zidane's audacious headbutt against Materazzi in extra time. However, after Italy won, they were rocked by the tribunal at home in light of the match-fixing scandal in Serie A. It tainted their glory and prompt a mass exodus of quality players from Italy to the different league in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, my half time update. (O'.')=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of the day: My mind's a blank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-115354670145796820?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/115354670145796820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=115354670145796820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/115354670145796820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/115354670145796820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-eighth-post.html' title='My Eighth Post'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-114684536773981636</id><published>2006-05-05T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:09:27.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Seventh Post</title><content type='html'>Time: 11:38pm. After today, i have offically ended the long long week. Throughout the week, there has been nothing but tests, tests and more tests. To summarise all those up, this week, i had an economics test, a maths class test, a chinese test, a maths lecture test, Physics School-Based Practical assessment and finally, a general paper essay test. The thought of having to do Project Work Group Project Proposal dampens my mood further. Guess life is never fair for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the beginning of my nightmares. Tuesday's economics test was a disaster for me. I just could not understand the concepts properly and how to answer the essay questions. The moment the test started, i was at a loss on what to write. The questions looked so unfamiliar and seem to taunt me for my ignorance. Eventually, i started to write a few lines and scribble whatever i had studied in my notes. However, i realised my time management skills was non-existant at all. The first questions consisted only of 8 marks, and yet i foolishly spent close to 40 minutes on it. The second question which consisted of a whopping 17 marks, i had only 5 minutes to write down whatever nonsense i can think of. So i can probably predict that my economics test will be a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came wednesday. Wednesday was not so bad. Wednesday had only a class test. The class test was on inequalities. However, my grasp of that topic was not tight as well. The first question out of 5 marks, i only got 1. This shows you how poor i am at maths. Maths isn't really my subject afterall. How am i going to survive in Junior College if my Maths is so lousy? I'll just have to worry about this sometimes later. But still, these things clouds my mind, making me unable to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was chinese test. Chinese at H1 in Junior College is so tough. The choices they give you are so close. But then again, i have not touched chinese since last year june. Maybe my chinese getting a little bit rusty. The chinese test was not bad, although i have no confidence in it as well. Overall, chinese was abit more relaxed as the enviroment was conducive for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the judgement day. Friday, the day of the 3 tests. Sometimes, when people say that what happens in the morning can be a sign of things to come. After today, i strongly believe in this sentence. My maths lecture test was a disaster too. I wrote down an asymptote and cancelled it away because i thought i was wrong. Damn it. Then when i raise my hand to call for a teacher, one of them standing just a few metres in front of me didn't even bother to come and help me. Instead, my maths tutor, Mr Poh, walked from the other side of the lecture hall to where i was, on the other side to attend to me. It wasted a lot of my valuable time and true enough, i did not manage to finish the test. Never mind, they say that failing tests in Junior College is a common sign. So, i proceed on to the next obstacle. Physics Practical. Again, i made several mistakes involving the loading and unloading process. My graph was different from other people's and i really feel an all time low. Such is my depression that i do not wish to even mention about my General Paper Essay Test. But one thing is for sure, is that i will sure flunk it. Then again, i feel i will flunk this week's tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is NAPFA test next week. Because of my stupid stomach condition, i always have trouble with 2.4km run. How am i going to cope with it next week? What am i going to do? How can i pass it? Questions and questions floods my mind. Time: 12:04am. I am feeling really depressed right now. I have alot of things on my mind. My life really sucks. Sometimes, i wonder if the world will be better off without my existance. Everything i do, i really do not know what i am looking for. I have consistent headaches and pains in my brain. But still, my terrible life must go on. Even if it means putting on a brave front and smiling happily in front of other people. I am breaking down soon. What if i cannot take it anymore? What roads do i have in front of me? I've tried my best. Tried very hard indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End- (O'.')=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of the day: '...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-114684536773981636?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/114684536773981636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=114684536773981636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/114684536773981636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/114684536773981636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-seventh-post.html' title='My Seventh Post'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23211854.post-114492278975637844</id><published>2006-04-13T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T18:09:09.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sixth Post</title><content type='html'>I barely have the time to log here now. Been busy for the past 2 weeks with tutorials, tutorials and more tutorials. Well, that's life i guess. However, i do managed to get a kick out of playing soccer nowadays. Yet, i learnt a very painful lesson. Don't play when the ground is wet, or else you will end up with bruises and more bruises back home. Anyways, I have nothing much to post here so i'll leave a song's lyrics which i find quite meaningful. It may or may not be interesting to you, but hey, it's my blog. =D It's quite an old song too. There you go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate&lt;br /&gt;You’re the kind of friend who always bends when I’m broken&lt;br /&gt;Like remember when&lt;br /&gt;You took my heart and put it back together again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been wasting time with clueless guys&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s over&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why&lt;br /&gt;I’m through&lt;br /&gt;I’ve meet someone new&lt;br /&gt;Who’s just like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re it&lt;br /&gt;You’re the ultimate&lt;br /&gt;It’s automatic.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure of it&lt;br /&gt;No lie&lt;br /&gt;So don’t even try&lt;br /&gt;To tell me that you’re not the guy&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;For someone just like you&lt;br /&gt;But you’re it&lt;br /&gt;You’re the ultimate, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the kind of guy who’s hands in mine send shivers up and&lt;br /&gt;down my spine&lt;br /&gt;You took my heart and put it back together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the kind of guy that blows my mind&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s my turn&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Everything I need&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re it&lt;br /&gt;You’re the ultimate&lt;br /&gt;It’s Automatic.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure of it&lt;br /&gt;No lie&lt;br /&gt;So don’t even try&lt;br /&gt;To tell me that you’re not the guy&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;For someone just like you&lt;br /&gt;But you’re it&lt;br /&gt;You’re the ultimate, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Guitar Playing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the ultimate&lt;br /&gt;It’s automatic&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure of it&lt;br /&gt;No lie&lt;br /&gt;So don’t even try&lt;br /&gt;To tell me that you’re not the guy&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;For someone just like you&lt;br /&gt;But you’re it&lt;br /&gt;You’re the ultimate, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re it&lt;br /&gt;You’re the ultimate, you….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From : &lt;a href="http://www.lindsaylohan.name/2004/12/04/ultimate-lyrics/"&gt;http://www.lindsaylohan.name/2004/12/04/ultimate-lyrics/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I know, it sounds more like a song for girls. But switch the gender and you have an equally meaningful song for the opposite gender. Let me end my entry here. (O'.')=O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-114492278975637844?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/114492278975637844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=114492278975637844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/114492278975637844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/114492278975637844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-sixth-post.html' title='My Sixth Post'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-114381431775290408</id><published>2006-03-31T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:12:00.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fifth Post</title><content type='html'>31st March 2006. Today was the last day of the week. To reach this stage, i would normally feel quite relaxed and happy. However, looking back at all the tutorials piling up, i can only feel my blood pressure rising up. But never mind, i'll just have to buck up and do it all during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of my whining. Let's look back on today's events. Today started out quite fine. First up was the maths lecture. Let's see, the lecture touched on further aspects of inequalities. As the lecture progressed, i was getting more and more confused. Maths isn't really my fort subject. What made the matter worse was that, as i struggled to listen, my dear friend See Kiat was beside adjusting his hair every 5 minutes interval. His hair movement was so distracting that i wished i could just tear out his hair and mop the floor with it. (Getting a bit agitated here.) But really, if you noticed, he can be seen doing his hair almost everytime. Acting cool? Maybe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, before i lost my patience, the maths lecture ended. And guess what followed next? A maths tutorial! Our tutor is Mr Patrick Poh. He seemed quite serious and nice sometimes. But the maths tutorial was interesting. Afterall, we got to revise the concepts of AP and GP again. For me, it was a blessing because i had totally no idea of the topic. Luckily he go through with us once again. He also revised the various sign notations and came out with a 'owe beating question'. Man, he sure is an interesting maths tutor. After the maths tutorial, was the Physical Education session. Once again, we assembled at the grandstand and waited. Today, we were supposed to train for our fitness test. By the time we were finished, i could hear my muscles aching and screaming out for help. Next, we had a break for half-an-hour. Took the time to bought another exercise book for the General Paper Discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next lesson was physics practical. From the tone, i could tell that the teacher was not very happy that day. He sounded angry and his tone was threatening. We had 4 experiments to do in a matter of about one hour. We hurried through the experiment as quickly as possible. I was especially satisfied with my last experiment, as the values gave me a exact reading of the resistance i was using. Exactly 5 ohms! It was the first time my experiment went so smoothly. Next was General Paper lesson. Strangely, the tutors all either seemed to be sick or on dental appointment, resulting in no General Paper lesson for some of my friends. But, my tutor, Miss Gopal had came so we had to go for it. We waited outside room #04-30 for about 30 minutes. During that time, we had plenty of entertainment from Ching Yong and gang with lame things and finally, for the first time, without any interference from Kai Shuo, i managed to crack Wei Jie's box code. Then when Miss Gopal came and saw us, she was surprised as she had expected us to go to room #04-51 instead for the second tutorial! Oh my god, we had been foolishly standing outside the classroom for 30 minutes for nothing. Well, at least the lesson had been shortened to 1 hour now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into the class and sat down. I was the only boy going for the lesson for our class so i ended up only having the girls as familiar faces. After attendance, Miss Gopal told us that she was going to call some of us up to give a speech of any topic for about 2 minutes. At first, no one dared to go up and speak. Then, when our GP representative, Teng Ming, went up and give his speech on time, other people started to speak up too. A few of the topic i can remember is from some of the 0616 and 0622 people. One of them promoted their 'happy club' and was urging people to join them. One of the girls spoke about romance. She talked about how she felt relationships are okay as long as one remain focus on their priorites. Then, some of the boys started to probe further about herself and whether her parents supported it or not. Another person talked about time too. He mentioned that if a person can't manage time properly, he is defined as a loser. So i guess that makes me a loser. Next up i think it was Stella's turn. She chose to speak about her fears. If my memory serves me right, i think she feared ants because they are small and gather in swarms. She also said that she was afraid because she had been bitten by red ants when she was in primary school. Her speech reminds me of a time when i was small and encountered a similar incident. I believed it was some day in 1997-1998. Me and my parents were waiting for a bus under a bus-stop. I casually put my hands over the railing and waited. The next moment, i felt a stinging pain in my hand. I turned around and was horrified to see a carpet of red swarming on my hand. I freaked out, of course. My parents went over and swept away the ants with a few swoop. By then, my hands was filled with bites and stings and some were beginning to swell. Ever since, when i see swarms of ants together, I get a strange tinkling sensation, uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just as the lesson was approaching the end, Miss Gopal suddenly called upon me to say a speech. I didn't know what to say at that time, so i just picked any topic, which happens to be homosexuality. Actually, my class is always joking about this so we are pretty well-versed in this area. For most part, i did not believe half the stuff that i said. I was just throwing out stuffs as they came to my mind. To make things worse, those guys from 0622 were making things difficult for me by asking sensitive questions on a sensitive topic. I just tried my best to answer them and scrambled to my seat. Then, the class was dismissed. I joined up with Kok Yong and gang in discussion room 2 to discuss about the various topics of Project Work. There was also a heated argument between Wei Jie and Eng Seng on the topic ' Examinations and Tuitions". After that, we went for a short lunch and went home. However, God was not kind to me and send down pouring rain. The drains around the college was filled with rushing water. That was a very spectacular scene. Fortunately, i managed to capture some of it using my handphone's video camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i will end here now. (O'.')=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of the day: Once bitten, twice shy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-114381431775290408?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/114381431775290408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=114381431775290408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/114381431775290408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/114381431775290408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-fifth-post.html' title='My Fifth Post'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-114285711086509289</id><published>2006-03-20T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:18:31.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fourth Post</title><content type='html'>Saturday, 18th March 2006. I decided to go to the arcade at Causeway Point to break the House Of The Dead 4 high score record. Not surprisingly, when i arrived at about 1pm, there was a lot of people crowding around the machine, resulting in a long queue for play. Finally, after close to 2 hours of waiting, i saw no one at the machine and rushed to take my place. Sadly though, despite my high score, i was unable to complete the game, once again, The Star proving to be my undoing. I wonder, is it me who is unable to hit him, or is the gun calibration poor? Never mind, i would find another time to fight The Star again. Beside that, i also tried out Ghost Squad. I was so terrible at that game that i shot down hostages and died at mission 2. It was definitely a bad day for me. I was off-form. However, better luck came in the form of racing games like Daytona and Motocross. For Daytona, i managed first in face off with real person, quite an achievement i must say myself. For Motocross, i finally, for the first time, managed to complete Advanced course! That even surprised myself. However, there was definitely an element of luck involved at i was pushed through the finishing line by CPUs. Then, i tried Time Crisis 3, which i had rarely practiced. True to my words, i died soon after the 2nd stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 20th March 2006. Decked out in brown from head to toe, finally, i was wearing my new uniform to Nanyang Junior College. At least now, i feel like a student of the college proper. Arriving at the college, i could see swarms of brown all over the place, dispelling my earlier fears of only a few people wearing the uniform. Today's programs was terrible to say the least. First up was the 3 hours lecture on Project Work. I listened the best i could, took down relevant notes as fast as i could and tried to stay awake. Although there was a short break in between, nothing could be done to refresh me during that period. Finally, it ended something at 1045am. We went for a break and soon, there was the principal taking to the stage with his usual gusto and long speeches. However, i felt that some of the things he said during that period was meaningful to say the least. Moreover, the Question and Answer session was hilarious when the principal read out the last question that one of the students had cheekily passed down to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was the graphic calculator workshop in which we learnt about the various functions of our calculators. It was definitely the highlight of the day as not only was it interactive, it was fun as well. We learnt calculate simple sums using complicated functions and buttons. However, the real twist came at the end when the trainer revealed his 'masterpiece'. It was amazing to see what a person can do with functions, graphs and a graphic calculator. After that workshop, we were finally dismissed. We were also informed that tomorrow, 21st of March, was the JC1 Camp for us. We were supposed to turn up in our secondary school shirts. God knows what we are in for tomorrow. The person's words kept echoing in my mind, "My job is to make things difficult for you." *Shudders* What did he mean and what was he going to do to us? I hate being kept in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class, CT0617, was seperated into 2 camps today. The first intake pupils and the others who had just joined our class. I could not find out anything about our new CT mates though, as all of us were pretty much conservative and did not talk to one another except in our groups. However, already i can spot some potential flirters of our class through their actions. However, that is none of my concern and i shall not elaborate on it further. Heading home was a struggle too. Taking the Mrt from Ang Mo Kio to Woodlands everyday to and from, it is going to kill me sooner or later. I rather it be sooner. Hearing the principal's talk, i became worried. I was worried about the promotional examinations and that if i failed it, i will be retained, wasting one year of my life in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, i have a few movies that i have targetted that i MUST watch. First is the Shaggy dog. The trailers showcase it to be so funny that i felt i must watch it to catch the comedy side. Besides, the dog was cute too. Next is the Da Vinci Code. It is scheduled to be out on 19th March. Again, the trailers on the internet rouse my excitement as it promises to be full of mysteries, treachery and puzzles. The third one is eight below. I have slightly forgotten the name but can vaguely remember the story. It's about a man's relationship with his snow dogs and his resolve to save them when they are stranded. The dogs do their part too, encouraging one another through the harsh conditions of the icy tundra. It looks like i will have to watch them by myself again, as no one seems to share the same taste of movie i have. However, this are on top of my 'Must Watch' list and i MUST catch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end my entry now. (O'.')=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts: Sometimes, i feel like i am so alone. No one understands me. But on the other hand, people had always commented that i rarely opens up to others. Then i thought, what is the use of opening up to others if you know they cannot help you? Then again, people replied that if don't open up, how do other people help you? What a paradox. But then again, whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-114285711086509289?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/114285711086509289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=114285711086509289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/114285711086509289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/114285711086509289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-fourth-post.html' title='My Fourth Post'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-114204270221758070</id><published>2006-03-11T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T10:06:20.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Third Post</title><content type='html'>What a friday it was today. Today i had to buy uniforms and collect my Graphic Calculator to prepare for the new tern after the March holidays. Well, the uniforms was very expensive. Other people bought their uniforms for only fifty-dollars and mine was six-dollars more than theirs! Also, after the first 2 periods in the morning, the group of us headed down to Ang Mo Kio to a local area network (LAN) to play. After that, we had to rush all the way back to Nanyang Junior College for the Chinese lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to still go back to Nanyang Junior College on Monday to buy the ties and PE Tee-Shirts. Since some of us were going to buy it only when school reopens, i guess i will have to go to the school alone. The school wasn't exactly near either. Today finally concludes the one-week 'academic orientation'. For that whole period, i couldn't understand a single words the lecturers tried to make it familiar to us. Guess i have to spend the holidays playing AND revising. I'm really scared i cannot make it through the first year in Junior College. But then, i consoled myself by thinking if i cannot make it, i will go to a Polytechnic, wasting only 2 years in the process. From secondary 3, i had always hope to go to a Junior College, partly was because due to my desire to see some of my primary school friends. Now, after all these, i am not so sure of my goals anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just wish that you were back in secondary school? When everything was laid out in front of you and you could still enjoy the days, kinda like a 'honeymoon period'. Now, you have to fight and scrape for every piece of information available, because no one is going to offer it on a plate. But, on the bright side, after the March holidays, it would be the start of Orientation 2, meaning the playing and stuffs. Now i am seriously consoling myself. I have to take every opportunity to play, otherwise, i may not have the chance to play everyday, like it was in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i will end my post here. (O'.')=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no thoughts for today. So, i will leave you with a few excerpts from The New Paper.&lt;br /&gt;George Washington not only chopped down his father's tree, but also admitted it. Why didn't his father punish him? Answer: '...'&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a person who talks non-stop even though no one is listening? Answer: 'A teacher'.&lt;br /&gt;A teacher suspected John copied his brother's work on a composition on My Dog. So, he summoned John to his office and asked him why does his work look so similar to his brother's. John answered,' Because we share the same dog.'&lt;br /&gt;Girls cannot do without boys. It's a FACT.&lt;br /&gt;Female has the word MALE in it.&lt;br /&gt;Hostress has the word HOST in it.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs has MR in it.&lt;br /&gt;and etc.&lt;br /&gt;What some words really mean:&lt;br /&gt;Experience - The name men give their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Philosopher - A fool who torments himself during life, only to be spoken of when he's dead.&lt;br /&gt;Diplomat - A person who tells you to go to hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Interesting stuffs from The New Paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-114204270221758070?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/114204270221758070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=114204270221758070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/114204270221758070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/114204270221758070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-third-post.html' title='My Third Post'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-114129445299622895</id><published>2006-03-02T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:14:13.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second Post</title><content type='html'>Today seemed to be the last day for most of us in Nanyang Junior College. Well, you could see that the people here seemed to take it really easy. I mean, look at the amount of smiley faces in the campus and you can see why. I guess good things just don't last forever. Naturally, students and teachers alike took part in various photographing sessions to preserve the memories they had in Nanyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For my CT, almost half had parted us. Our Korean Superstar will be going to Ngee Ann Polytechnic soon, Jasmine will be changing subject combinations while our responsible CT representative was going to start a new life in Saint Andrew's Junior College. Janice is also heading off to Temasak Junior College. As for me, well, i will only know my fate when the posting results come out. I have a few regrets about my choice since that day i was in a rush and panicked when i submit my registration. Now, i am thinking whether or not i should appeal. But, the teachers said that appeals normally end up in failures. For now, i am already lost on what the teachers are teaching. Maybe i am more suited to a Polytechnic than a Junior College. Well, i will just let nature takes its due course in time. Since this is the last day of our CT, i will try to write a short comment on each one of them. (Copy my friend's method. =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CT0613&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Ang Guan Kang - This guy very active in sports. Play volleyball and basketball so skilful. His shooting most of the time is very accurate. Success rate almost 100%. He's also very tall and during lessons, he tends to 'recuperate' a lot. Nice guy overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Chin Yimin - A soft-spoken girl. She seems to have the uncanny ability to make guys fall heads over heel over her. How else can you explain the amount of guys flocking to her side like helpless little birds? Otherwise a demure girl. (By someone else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Choo Kit Hoong - Another basketballer. Don't let his stature fool you. He is really very skilful at that particular game. He can also play soccer well, but of course we always say him 'eat black money'. A very nice and friendly guy to hang out with. Got to drag him down to woodlands once in a while. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Chia Wan Hua - Seldom talks to her. But from the very FEW 'conversation' i had with her, i can tell she is quite friendly. Well, that's all i know about her, other than she seems to be friendly with everyone around her. For more information, you can approach Alvin Seah to learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Janice Foo Zuo Ni - I did a check on the name 'Janice' and found out that it means God Is Gracious. -.-" Well, this girl is also very soft-spoken. I was in the same group with her for General Paper project so at least i did get a chance to hear her speak. She is very intelligent and of course, together with Stella, did most of the project. ( Don't look at me, i did contribute.=D). She has unique handwriting as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Goh Kai Li - One of the first 2 friends i made in CT0613. It started with a simple introduction in the Physics Laboratory. Also very friendly and nice. He never fails to greet people in the morning or when he sees them. He is very good in card games and since his CCA is Chinese Orchestra, i conclude that he is also good in music. Don't know why recently he developed the interest in Dance, but, i can only speculate. His nickname is 'Kelly'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Stella Jean Jie Ying - Came from the same seconday school as me, but we were in different classes. One of the few 娇小 girls in our CT. I think she is smart in mathematics as she got the mathematics face. Her name 'Stella', means star. She is also active in sports, as can be seen from how much she runs, kicks, hits, whatever. During hockey, she was the one who started the 'Say sorry and continue whacking' trend. Alvin is always raving about how cute she looks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Kuek Li Wen - She is very tall. End of story. Full-stop. Got a lot of potential in basketball, netball or any ball games that requires tall people. Quote ' A friendly gentle giant'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Jasmine Kum Pei Hua - 'Jasmine' means a jasmine flower, a gift from God. Self-proclaimed noisy girl, but i seldom see/hear her speak loudly. She got a lot of useful advises and i think she can be a professional counsellor in the future. She has also gone through a lot in life and so can gives us a hint or two on how to handle life itself. She also got that very smart face, somemore she takes literature, so, not only face smart, but the brain is smart as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Lim Yong Jun - Our very own Korean Superstar! Another basketballer and is quite skilled in the sport as well. He can play soccer as well, but also 'eat black money'. The 2nd friend i made in the CT as he and Kai Li introduced themselves to us. He is also quite sociable and interesting. He shows his friendship in the most unusual way, by whacking other people. A very smart guy as well. His latest movie, 'April Snow', did not do so well at the box office, but let's continue supporting him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Richard Low Yue Jun - 'Richard' means a powerful ruler, brave one. A quiet guy when he doesn't speaks. (Of course quiet when doesn't speak, how to make sound when you don't speak?) He is also quite into gaming and Japanese animes as well. He can also study very well too. Balances work and play evenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Lee Tang Qian - The table-tennis player. I only know she talks alot and always bully me. Now, that seems to be all negative comments. =X. Well, i think she can also be quite friendly( How many times have i use this word?Gosh!) and humorous sometimes. Injury-prone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Ng Hui Chun - Some of them said she looked like Jeanette Aw. I am still trying to find the similarities between them. I did not get too many chances at talking with her so i can only comment on what i see. Seems to be the hot topic among guys, don't know why they keep saying about the soupy place incident. Don't ask me, i am also clueless about it. Jasmine's comment: 'Cute and helpful'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Ong Chee Heng - Same surname as me. A very intelligent boy too. For his lack in height, he more than makes it up for his colourful personality. Has tons of humorous joke and comments about everyone else 'cept himself. I often refers to him as the radio, because i think is mouth is like a machine gun with unlimited ammunitions. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Ong Lun Kuang - ...It's me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Alvin Seah Chuen Wei - 'Alvin' means elf wine and a noble friend. One thing about him is that normally, people smiles like that --&gt; ^.^. For him, he smiles like this --&gt; --.--. When he smiles, you really have to strain your eyes just to locate the 2 straight lines which i assume is his eyes. Also, he is smart as he is the top scorer for 'O' levels in his school. Rock On! Can associate well with girls and is popular with them. Friendly and fun guy to be with. Cracks numerous lame jokes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)See Wan Hui - She is really a very quiet girl. Seldom talks. This can be supported by opinions from her friends and peers. Quiet. Too Quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Madeline Soh Hui Ting - 'Madeline' means woman from Magdala, one who is elevated, a high tower. I also don not know much about her. Maybe if one day, Wan Hui speaks up, she can tell us more about Madeline. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)Soh Kok Yong - Same seconday school with me. Nice and friendly( Again, this word!) guy. Loves to sing songs as well. Were in the same class with him during seconday 1 and 2. He also has lots of lame jokes and watches soccer as well. He ALWAYS changes the club he supports. Unpredictable. He is also a dilligent and clever boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)Eileen Soh Yi Ling - Don't know much about her too. She is very elusive so i certainly did not have the chance to strike up a conversation with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)Tan See Kiat - Our very responsible CT representative. He is really very hardworking, smart and sticks to his duty well. He can be seen doing his homeworks often. He is also very creepy as well, always sneak behind me and give me a fright everytime he does that. I guess you can say he is a bit eccentric. But otherwise a very nice guy to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)Yeo Ching Yong - Jukebox. ALWAYS sings when he catches any glimpse of lyrics in a particular song he knows. The ultimate lame king in our CT. The jokes he tell is really cold to the extreme. Maybe one day he will become the next campus superstar or maybe the Singapore Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums it up. The 22 interesting people of CT0613.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i will end my second post right here. (O'.')=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts : People who thinks about suicide should ask themselves a question. Why resort to this? Afterall, death will come to everyone eventually. You don't have to go knocking on the Devil's door yourself. The Devil will come and knock on yours. If they have time and luxury to think about how to kill themselves, why not make full use of that time to contribute to the country before The Devil visit them?&lt;br /&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/23211854-114129445299622895?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/114129445299622895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=114129445299622895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/114129445299622895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/114129445299622895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-second-post.html' title='My Second Post'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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-23211854.post-114120784407840167</id><published>2006-03-01T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:18:52.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post</title><content type='html'>Finally, i have gotten myself a blog. The only reason why i started this was solely due to alot of my friends have started it as well. So, i told myself to give it a try, after all, what have i got to lose? It's free, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my first post, i will comment abit on my situation. Currently, i am being posted to Nanyang Junior College, assigned to CT0613, and before that, was part of OG11. After a few months in the college, i realized that making the transition from Secondary School life to Junior College life was going to be one hell of a ride. Where in Secondary School, we have classes, lessons, in Junior College, we have a lecture and tutorial system. Spot the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today's events, i will start with the PE session since the first 2 periods were Mathematics lecture and tutorial. PE was enjoyable, as we got to play a game called hockey(I think). Basically, i think that i was whacking everyone who had the ball with the wooden stick. Got some people even whack and say sorry simultaneously. I almost incurred the wrath of 2 boys when i whacked their 'sweetheart' on the leg twice. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry tutorial was the same. Meaningful, enriching and entertaining. Next, after dismissal, i hang out a few CT-Mates and went to Plaza Singapura. I had fun there as we went to the arcade on the top floor, stood outside the House Of The Dead 4 machine, and criticised the people playing it. We laugh at their mistakes, pumped fists of joy when they were damaged(Exaggerating), and were pretty much sadistic about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, i went back to my Secondary School where i caught up with a few of my friends. Don't know why, but i had no intention of going early today. Finally, at about 17:01, i decided that it was running late and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i will end here with my first post. My very first infant blog post. (O'.')=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Thoughts( If you want to know) : Don't play House Of The Dead 4 in front of so many people when you know you cannot make it. Girls, when given a stick, can be deadly, more so than boys. If you apologized while you whack people, it would not be counted as an offence. Lastly, what you have may not always be with you forever, so cherish it and make the time you spent with it count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23211854-114120784407840167?l=link188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/feeds/114120784407840167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23211854&amp;postID=114120784407840167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/114120784407840167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23211854/posts/default/114120784407840167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://link188.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post'/><author><name>Lun Kuang</name><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>
