<?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-12392438</id><updated>2011-11-19T22:56:46.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...l.o.n.e.l.y.m.e...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>me blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874368615807956583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-112548083931960390</id><published>2005-08-31T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T17:33:59.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lets Stay Together&lt;br /&gt;Al Green&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I, I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is all right with me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause you make me feel so brand new&lt;br /&gt;And I want to spend my life with you&lt;br /&gt;Since, since we've been together&lt;br /&gt;Loving you forever&lt;br /&gt;Is what I need&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one you come running to&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be untrue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's, let's stay together&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' you whether, whether&lt;br /&gt;Times are good or bad, happy or sad&lt;br /&gt;Whether times are good or bad, happy or sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, why some people break upT&lt;br /&gt;hen turn around and make up&lt;br /&gt;I just can't see&lt;br /&gt;You'd never do that to me&lt;br /&gt;Staying around you is all I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's, let's stay together&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' you whether, whether&lt;br /&gt;Times are good or bad, happy or sad&lt;br /&gt;Whether times are good or bad, happy or sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repeat to fade):&lt;br /&gt;Let's, we oughta stay together&lt;br /&gt;Loving you whether, whether&lt;br /&gt;Times are good or bad, happy or sad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-112548083931960390?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112548083931960390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=112548083931960390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112548083931960390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112548083931960390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/2005/08/lets-stay-together-al-greeni-im-so-in.html' title=''/><author><name>me blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874368615807956583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-112471318937047594</id><published>2005-08-22T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T17:26:52.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INdie venture week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i definately made the right choice in choosing bio ss subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introduced to concept of food in relation to time and change and progress affecting food over time...very very interesting...as we discuss and let our thoughts go wild as we think of points and concepts and generalization...using mediums like the matrix(movie) and a storybook....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most interesting part of today was going to CORDUROY &amp;amp; FINCH!!!!...some high class restaurant...located at this small arcade of shops at the corner of Bukit Timah Road and Sixth Avenue, the glass-paned front of the shop shows of its art-deco modern interior. And what a cozy interior this was. The furniture had sleek corners and stainless steel finishing. Its walls were adorned with framed movie posters and photographs of celebrities. One wall consisted entirely from floorboard to ceiling a shelf full of cans, bottles and jars of foodstuff. And this was a two-storey ..super small place...but...their design concept helped them to use the small space they have to expand their floor space..its like only 4 classrooms vjc size(as in 2 on 1 floor)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were lead to the 2nd level...like a gallery sort..with glass panels allowing us to overlook the whole first level...not only table and chair leh...got coffeetable and sofa hor...i first up the level so i took the furthest sofa which could seat most of our class ppl...only knee high coffee table and that was our dining table...okok...then waited long enuf for Mr Murray Aitken ...founder and manager of the restaurant...to talk to us about his experience in the food and beverage industry and about location about quality of food about food preparation...about so many things...that...we started to get very very very hungry...and then came the food...glorious food...appetizer...&lt;br /&gt;corduroy and finch deli special caesar salad with croutons....super nice but abit salty cheese...but anyway one of my first time eating caesar salad...coz...i dont eat salads...okok...then mr aitken said something about the the time between the courses that would make you fill full or something...so we had to wait 10-15 mins til the next course....which was...&lt;br /&gt;chicken linguini with porcini mushroom and cream....super nice...i love pasta...esp cream based ones...but this one could go with more cream...but nvm...still tasted great...the chicken was definaltey breast meat...so it would be hard and tough...but no...it was hard but...it was tender and very easy to bite......and the mushrooms...just great...vaishali cannot eat finish and anyway she was vegetarian..so she could eat it...so...like ...another plate...i eat most of it then...asked tristan to share...so..its like...2 plates of that?then still got the battery operated pepper grinder...so cooll...got flash light added in somemore...like at night too dark or something..when you grind the pepper the light on......okok...anyway...talk about the toilet...so cool ...mixed toilet....you enter a red tiled room ...2 cubicles....and you see like the sink...the tap is so cool...like some shower......ok...then the desert&lt;br /&gt;c and f cheese cake with homewade vanilla bean ice cream and strawberry sauce...ok lah...i not a great fan of deserts but i must say that it was b-e-a-utiful...the concept of the restaurant was just so circle...it was a complete circle of entertainment...relaxation..food...comort....blah...like everything is in...you have movies playing at night...you have magazines and books on shelfs...they sell utensil...kitchen ware to groceries...to...kitchen decor....just such a wonderful place...for such quality at such affordable price...it is value for money...even the staff were so warm...and ppl went to buy the deserts of course...the to die for choclate mousse...and blah...we left with a small bottle of strawberry jam as a gift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok...back to the real world...came back ...then did some discussion...then we headed for east coast road trail...where we walked down east coast rd and drew a map on the place...looking at the food here....about competition like btw katong laksa and blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think indie venture was not very good...it was just like any other helmsman week...the way the teachers put it made it sound like it was so great and it was not up to that expectation lah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-112471318937047594?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112471318937047594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=112471318937047594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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taking off...now we are up 30000 feet above the sea level...going steady...the seat belt signs have been turned off but we advise that you keep them on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forsee a storm coming...a thunderstorm...brace yourself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-112445974488252624?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112445974488252624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=112445974488252624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112445974488252624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112445974488252624'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-112355552785579303</id><published>2005-08-09T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T10:45:27.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shucks...i was so tired yesterday after time spent sweating it out at the gym with matts...that i forgot to blog about FOP....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok..here i start...3pm present at kallang mrt...matts isabelle jomaine yirui...decided to take them thru the place that i always take from the national stadium to kallang mrt but guess what...it was closed up for national day preparations...so? we detour...and we make super cool jaywalking across something called the nicoll highway...!!...ha...forgot to bring cam if not can take picture....cool pic...coz at one time there was no car...then can stand and wait for car to come like far away and take a cool shot...in the middle of the road...ok...nvm...we made a stupid mistake trying to locate aaron wwho was q-ing for us earlier...instead...we should have q first...then slowly try to go up to aaron..nvm...still got in anyways...gates opened at 6...so...in we go...met up with audrey yvonne and darren and their grp of frens...+ john cheo....swine...ended up behind the stage.....!!!..already as close as you can get...just see their backs....clara...now that...i am so sorry for clara who made it there to the stadium like 3 minutes late and couldnt get in...wasted...very wasted trip...but according to her..i think it wasnt wasted...nvm...started at 730...sharp...and we had opening prayer...and intro by my church Senior Pastor Vincent Lun..then blah blah....then opened with DILIRIOUS!!!....great singer...then with hilsongs.....then message by Rev Colin Dye from Kensington Temple(UK)..anyway he came to speak at riverlife the day after...!!!...powerful message...about your revelation...great speaker...wished i could have gone to church on sunday to hear him speak...but got climb on...ok...then after him it was back to praise and worship...dilirious was great....i mean...the song...majesty...rain down....great...first time hearing him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...after fop....few went for supper...john aaron...seth koh and his bro..and i...ate supper...roti prata...something like that...haha....anyways...next year...i dont care...we are going again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-112355552785579303?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112355552785579303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=112355552785579303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112355552785579303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112355552785579303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/2005/08/shucks.html' title=''/><author><name>me blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874368615807956583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-112350362396043980</id><published>2005-08-08T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:20:23.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>climb on...some competition turned carnival...good experience...bouldering...only got like 300 points...haha..attempted to get 700 too many times...haiz...wasted...now this is the pissing thing....i do not have shoes..i am big and heavy...and that restricts me very very very much...heavy means carrying myself is difficult...no shoes means using my bare soles...and being at a super disadvantage coz ppl can start while i cant...so pissifying...just cant stand it...nvm...i cant let no shoes bring me down...i am going to train harder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-112350362396043980?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112350362396043980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=112350362396043980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112350362396043980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112350362396043980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/2005/08/climb-on.html' title=''/><author><name>me blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874368615807956583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-112271759142084011</id><published>2005-07-30T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T17:59:51.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>being high on the wall makes me so happy...despite the immense pain that hanging on brings...looking at the world below you.... trying your very best to grab the next handhold to bring yourself higher one step at a time...but feeling inferior when you are at a pro place just really sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...friday we went to ClimbAsia...some ulu place in rangoon road...dont know where...paid like $24...and the first thing that went wrong was that...i didnt have any shoes...was told that can borrow the climbing shoes...ok...no prob...but it just simply sucks when at times like this...you find that...your feet are freaking BIG!...well...not to worry ...just live with it...so...climb without shoes then!...2 storey place...like those kind of old housing...that kind...so...2 storey of wall to climb...not an easy feat...less than 3m high but fairly difficult...i like...everyone had shoe so those mini little foothold they can stand...heavy person like me cant step on it...this place more on bouldering than on height...the proper techniques to bring you higher in difficult situations...floor covered with mats like some gymnastic playground...climb climb climb climb climb...climb until my feet hurt like mad...my poor little soles...and fingers too...alot of friction...then went to first floor to climb the more pro wall....with ceiling hand holds...this one was super difficult...may have more handholds but...the thing is that ...they are not userfriendly..or convinient...difficult to hold on to...but ...just hold on...this time was too tired and sian to climb so.....do some flips...alot of flips...onto the soft floor...haha...so fun...some backflip...front flip....hha...love that place...next time i try to come more prepared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 3 guys...zeri wenshu and ii went home first...quite dark so scared get lost...went to mrt then wenshu went on and zeri and i walked to find bus 23 stop...on the way i bought dinner with curry puff...ok...after sometime found 23 stop...but waited for a freaking 45 mins...missed the first one...next one came 25 mins later packed so cannot go in...talked to nazri about how pissing buses can sometimes be..and we were in a super pissing one....reached home at 9+ tired and blah...blah...blah...and sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-112271759142084011?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112271759142084011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=112271759142084011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112271759142084011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112271759142084011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/2005/07/being-high-on-wall-makes-me-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>me blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874368615807956583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-112186221881407706</id><published>2005-07-20T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:35:19.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guitar lessons is fun...haha...my 2 shifus  have taught me well...can play some songs...not too good but...can lah...3 weeks old only...practice...and in return for the teaching...i tune my shifu...very funny leh he...off one note only...very hesitant to sing one note higher...his pronounciation also can improve...H over the mountains and the seas...what hover craft ah...haha....excited about a new instrument...but my piano...haiz...want to die leh ...never practise at all...so sian play the stupid exam pieces...need more songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilling during a stress period is fun...and i am managing it quite well...haha...now have to motivate myself to study lang arts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-112186221881407706?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112186221881407706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=112186221881407706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112186221881407706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112186221881407706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/2005/07/guitar-lessons-is-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>me blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874368615807956583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-112047656896892209</id><published>2005-07-04T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T19:35:37.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just plain bored so i do this quiz...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write down 20 names that pop into your mind. ( in random)&lt;br /&gt;and for my other frenz not in my class or vip...dont feel left out...not that your name never pop up...just to make it fun...i go 2 guys 2 girls...and in random order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.zhang yang&lt;br /&gt;2.tristan&lt;br /&gt;3.clara&lt;br /&gt;4.yvonne&lt;br /&gt;5.matt ho&lt;br /&gt;6.cleaven&lt;br /&gt;7.audrey&lt;br /&gt;8.vanessa&lt;br /&gt;9.matt foo&lt;br /&gt;10. zong he&lt;br /&gt;11.yun yuan&lt;br /&gt;12. marjorie&lt;br /&gt;13.martin&lt;br /&gt;14.timo&lt;br /&gt;15.tina&lt;br /&gt;16. isabelle&lt;br /&gt;17. aaron&lt;br /&gt;18.louis&lt;br /&gt;19. sihui&lt;br /&gt;20.rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Who is #7 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B . Is #10 a boy or a girl?&lt;br /&gt;guy lah toot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Would #12 and #1 will make a cute couple?&lt;br /&gt;haha*non stop laughing*...can imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. How about #17 and #5?&lt;br /&gt;eeeerrrrrmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. What grade is #8 in?&lt;br /&gt;same as moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. When was the last time you talked to #13?&lt;br /&gt;helmsman friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. What is #7's favorite band?&lt;br /&gt;no idea again...maybe some chinese one...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Does #5 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;yes...one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Would you ever date #3?&lt;br /&gt;haha...maybe maybe not...nows not the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Would you ever date #15?&lt;br /&gt;nah...anyway said nows not the time liao mah...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Is #16 single?&lt;br /&gt;all in the list are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. What's #17's last name?&lt;br /&gt;ng loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. What's #6's middle name?&lt;br /&gt;if i am not wrong...it is milo boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.N. What's #11's fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;how would i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O. Would #13 and #20 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;errrrr...dont know...hehe..maybe..maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. What school does #19 go to?&lt;br /&gt;same school as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.Tell me a random fact about #10?&lt;br /&gt;hocker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. And #1?&lt;br /&gt;urm...hes fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. And #4-&lt;br /&gt;this one ah...woah...alot of random facts to say loh...but one ah?...top student in class&lt;br /&gt;loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.And #12-&lt;br /&gt;is in love with her soft toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.Have you ever had a crush on #16?&lt;br /&gt;*nose bleed* hyena man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.Where does #10 live?&lt;br /&gt;wah..this one ah...stay at bayshore park...penthouse ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.What's #5's favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;PINK!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.X.Would you makeout with #2?&lt;br /&gt;*vomit blood and all everything in the body*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y. Are no.#4 and #5 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;not best frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Z. Does #7 like #16?&lt;br /&gt;urm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.a.Does #11 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.Is #13 older than you?&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh...everyone in the list is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Give #14 a hug?&lt;br /&gt;and come back with a black eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. Is #18 the sexiest person alive?&lt;br /&gt;you say leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. Is #19 weird?&lt;br /&gt;VERY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f. Have you seen #8 naked?&lt;br /&gt;*hey...i got nothing to vomit liao...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g.What's #4's favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;anything also can i think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.Would #10 kiss #18?&lt;br /&gt;he would if he has to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time at which i did the quiz...got many many many cold gush of wind...-.-"'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-112047656896892209?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112047656896892209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=112047656896892209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112047656896892209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112047656896892209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-plain-bored-so-i-do-this-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>me blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874368615807956583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-112030891982567698</id><published>2005-07-02T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T20:55:19.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How Deep Is Your Love - Bee Gees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your eyes in the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;I feel you touch me in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;And the moment that you wander far from me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel you in my arms again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you come to me on a summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;Keep me warm in your love,&lt;br /&gt;then you softly leave&lt;br /&gt;And it's me you need to show ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How deep is your love? (How deep is your love? How deep is your love?)&lt;br /&gt;I really need to learn&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're living in a world of fools&lt;br /&gt;Breaking us down&lt;br /&gt;When they all should let us be&lt;br /&gt;We belong to you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;You know the door to my very soul&lt;br /&gt;You're the light in my deepest darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;You're my saviour when I fall&lt;br /&gt;And you may not think I care for you&lt;br /&gt;When you know down inside&lt;br /&gt;That I really do&lt;br /&gt;And it's me you need to show ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How deep is your love? (How deep is your love? How deep is your love?)&lt;br /&gt;I really need to learn&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're living in a world of fools&lt;br /&gt;Breaking us down,&lt;br /&gt;When they all should let us be&lt;br /&gt;We belong to you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you come to me on a summer breezeKeep me warm in your love, then you softly leaveAnd it's me you need to show ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How deep is your love? (How deep is your love? How deep is your love?)&lt;br /&gt;I really need to learn&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're living in a world of fools&lt;br /&gt;Breaking us down&lt;br /&gt;When they all should let us be&lt;br /&gt;We belong to you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How deep is your love? (How deep is your love? How deep is your love?)&lt;br /&gt;I really need to learn&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're living in a world of fools&lt;br /&gt;Breaking us down&lt;br /&gt;When they all should let us be&lt;br /&gt;We belong to you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How deep is your love? (How deep is your love? How deep is your love?)&lt;br /&gt;I really need to learn&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're living in a world of fools&lt;br /&gt;Breaking us down&lt;br /&gt;When they all should let us be&lt;br /&gt;We belong to you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-112030891982567698?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112030891982567698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=112030891982567698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112030891982567698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112030891982567698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-deep-is-your-love-bee-gees-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>me blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874368615807956583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-112030673909739891</id><published>2005-07-02T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T20:24:30.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Superman - Five For Fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that naive&lt;br /&gt;I'm just out to find&lt;br /&gt;the better part of me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm more than a bird&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than a plane&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than just some pretty face&lt;br /&gt;beside the train&lt;br /&gt;and it's not easy to be me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish that I could cry&lt;br /&gt;fall upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;find a way to lie&lt;br /&gt;bout a home&lt;br /&gt;i'll never see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it may sound obsurb&lt;br /&gt;it's only naive&lt;br /&gt;but even heros have the right to bleed&lt;br /&gt;I maybe distrubed&lt;br /&gt;but won't you conceed&lt;br /&gt;even heros have the right to dream&lt;br /&gt;and it's not easy to be me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Up, up and away…away from me&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s all right&lt;br /&gt;You can all sleep sound tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m not crazy&lt;br /&gt;or anything &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can’t stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that naive&lt;br /&gt;Men weren’t meant to ride&lt;br /&gt;With clouds between their knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Digging for kryptonite on this one way street&lt;br /&gt;Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Looking for special things inside of me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Inside me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, inside me&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im only a man&lt;br /&gt;In a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Im only a man&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a dream&lt;br /&gt;Im only a man&lt;br /&gt;In a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its not easy to be me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-112030673909739891?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112030673909739891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=112030673909739891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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prison guard's son&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be anything other&lt;br /&gt;Than a specialist's son&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to be anything other&lt;br /&gt;Than the birth of two souls in one&lt;br /&gt;Part of where I'm going, is knowing where I'm coming from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do&lt;br /&gt;Is think of me and I have peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what I've got to do&lt;br /&gt;Or who I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anything other than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who noticed?&lt;br /&gt;I can't be the only one who's learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do&lt;br /&gt;Is think of me and I have peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what I've got to do&lt;br /&gt;Or who I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anything other than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can I have everyone's attention please?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not like this and that, you're gonna have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I came from the mountain&lt;br /&gt;The crust of creation&lt;br /&gt;My whole situtaion-made from clay to stone&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm telling everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;Anything other that what I've been trying to be lately&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do&lt;br /&gt;Is think of me and I have peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what I've got to do&lt;br /&gt;Or who I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anything other than me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to 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blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874368615807956583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-112030571013396050</id><published>2005-07-02T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T20:01:50.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>California - Phantom Planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been on the run&lt;br /&gt;Driving in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for #1&lt;br /&gt;California here we come&lt;br /&gt;Right back where we started from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hustlers grab your guns&lt;br /&gt;Your shadow weighs a ton&lt;br /&gt;Driving down the 101&lt;br /&gt;California here we come&lt;br /&gt;Right back where we started from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California!&lt;br /&gt;Here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the stereo&lt;br /&gt;Listen as we go&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna stop me now&lt;br /&gt;California here we come&lt;br /&gt;Right back where we started from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedal to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' of the roar&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get us to the show&lt;br /&gt;California here we come&lt;br /&gt;Right back where we started from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California!&lt;br /&gt;Here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-112030571013396050?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112030571013396050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=112030571013396050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112030571013396050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/112030571013396050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/2005/07/california-phantom-planet-weve-been-on.html' title=''/><author><name>me blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874368615807956583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-112030551451535466</id><published>2005-07-02T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T20:07:13.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More Than Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Is not the words,&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear from you,&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I want you,&lt;br /&gt;Not to say but&lt;br /&gt;if you only knew,&lt;br /&gt;How easy,&lt;br /&gt;it would be to show me how you feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words,&lt;br /&gt;is all you have to do,&lt;br /&gt;to make it real,&lt;br /&gt;Then you wouldn't have to say,&lt;br /&gt;that you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd already know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do,&lt;br /&gt;if my heart was torn in two,&lt;br /&gt;More than words to show you feel,&lt;br /&gt;That your love for me is real,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you say,&lt;br /&gt;if I took those words away,&lt;br /&gt;Then you couldn't make things new,&lt;br /&gt;Just by saying I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more than words,&lt;br /&gt;It's more than what you say,&lt;br /&gt;It's the things you do,&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;It's more than words,&lt;br /&gt;It's more than what you say,&lt;br /&gt;It's the things you do,&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've tried to,&lt;br /&gt;talk to you and make you understand,&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do,&lt;br /&gt;is close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And just reach out your hands,&lt;br /&gt;and touch me,&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close don't ever let me go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words,&lt;br /&gt;is all I ever needed you to show,&lt;br /&gt;Then you wouldn't have to say,&lt;br /&gt;that you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd already know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do,&lt;br /&gt;if my heart was torn in two,&lt;br /&gt;More than words to show you feel,&lt;br /&gt;That your love for me is real,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you say,&lt;br /&gt;if I took those words away,&lt;br /&gt;Then you couldn't make things new,&lt;br /&gt;Just by saying I love you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-112030551451535466?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-111959528915540112</id><published>2005-06-24T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T15:22:10.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>picutres everyone...sv pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysv.mypicgallery.com/?t=1"&gt;http://mysv.mypicgallery.com/?t=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-111959528915540112?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/111959528915540112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=111959528915540112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/111959528915540112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/111959528915540112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/2005/06/picutres-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>me blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874368615807956583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-111789375407576204</id><published>2005-06-04T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T15:40:26.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey people...lets get to the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be longwinded.....read if you wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="bluelink" href="http://vip-japan.mypicgallery.com/?t=1" target="_top"&gt;http://vip-japan.mypicgallery.com/?t=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1&lt;br /&gt;all at changi airport. checked in with 11.1 kg luggage. better than some people like arjun 20kg and wished it could have been like yvonne 7kg i think...super light lah...so yah...isabelle lost her boarding pass on the way...found it...on the plane...sitting with yin xun...the sleeping bomber...he kept farting can...i almost died sitting next to him...arrived...was welcomed by the b-e-a-utiful weather of japan... me coach 2 ...with tristan yvonne martin isabelle aaron tian wei cleaven and i forgot the rest...dunno how many hour bus ride...think it is 1 hour...felt more like 2...end up maybe 3...who knows...then the bus guide...i can remember...mister tony heng...very informative...ok...then we stopped at the toilet for a break...that was where most people first used their yen...ok lets move on....yes...lake kawaguchi...one of the 5 lakes surrounding fuji...thats where we lodged for the first and second night...b-e-a-utiful lake side resort... me room...209...with aaron mattfoo and dan ong...open door with the key attached to a massive keychain...and we see a super small room with only 4 chairs...and there was a sliding door and normal door...wah...small room man...the normal door lead to the toilet...of course...but the sliding door opened to a slightly bigger room...with balcony...super nice....tatami mats...wah...its like woah...dinner was great...your own personal sukiyaki...then aaron went to the onsen with matt me and dan left...now talking about onsen...hot spring...great place...where everyone is naked and there is nothing else to look at but...ahem...down...down...down...in the water...the clear water...ok i stop here...you get the point...then...ok...went to the convienece store...7-11...the night was freezing ok...and woah...300m walk to 7-11 and i am shivering...here is the messed up part... what did i buy there...ice creamu...so did vanessa... and we walked to the lake and the breeze as killing...sleep...but the room frankly speaking for 4 ppl is small...haha...okok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;FIRST one to wake up...haha...i saw the sun was up so high...i thought we were soooooo late...then i looked at my clock...it showes singapore time 4...japan time 5 and i am like WHAT...is there something wrong with the clock...kokkok...nothing wrong...i checked my watch...same thing...and i thought...this is japan...b-e-a-utiful japan...where the sun crazily rises at 4 am and sets at 6pm...how only that could be singapore...good weather...going to school will never be in darkness again...HELLO...wake up...dozed off again...snoozer...then i woke matt up...and we had some pictures of the b-e-a-utiful scenery of the lake...and then dan and aaron...so breakfast...kena scolded for 3 things...(i didnt do)...number 1...some boys were caught going to the onsen in their underwear...... ..... .....filty brats...that made me not want to go there...and...guess who...aaron was one of them...haha...he told us about it on day 1...haha...number 2...late...coming late...for breakfast...that i expected...and oh shucks...i forgot the last one...nvm...the preparation for the great fujisan...the second last group to set off...without ser en...nvm..was drizzling...stupid...then slowly as we went higher...more heavy...the group which also made it to the front.......haha...i just didnt like people to stroll...and talk...ok...on the way up...had to pull some people up...clara tina michelle...they held on like a crab would...so what to do...pull loh...be more gentlemanly...cannot just throw them to one side...soon i lost my group...hike to station 1 was the worst...so long so long...so long...later...then finally reached station 1...oh my goodness...that was station 1...ok...nvm...one down...4 MORE TO GO...very demoralising...but...motivation...from within...push benjamin...from station 2 on to station 3...with zhang yang...helped me along the way...coz i felt giddy...but...thanks to zhang yang...i made it to station 3...this time...we were soaking wet...and all tired as the terrain got worst...the rain beat harder...and the temperature did nothing good at all...now the hike up with tina and vanessa and matt ho...i think...dunno lah...but i remember that ended up with them...just kept moving...till station 4...getting emotional some people...crying...and we were all cuddled together...we moved along...louis and zong he were also in later...dunno when...but we were together...singing victorian anthem... as we climbed and yes...now it was more of a climb than a hike...as we anticipated the coming of station 5 ...our final destination..and we say the sign...station 5...it said right there...station 5...singing to the tune of i love you of barney&lt;br /&gt;station 5&lt;br /&gt;station 5&lt;br /&gt;we are all at station5&lt;br /&gt;with a frozen hand&lt;br /&gt;and another frozen hand&lt;br /&gt;we are all at station 5&lt;br /&gt;but...sad to say...that was the old station 5 and we moved on to the old station6...and we were just dying...i just kept saying...i am tired...i am cold...i am wet...and i am a hungry man...come on benjamin...a little longer...your reaching..and then i will tell the rest the same thing...come on ppl...reaching...you have come this far...there is no turning back now...kind of reminds me of the 3 idoits joke...and i remember tina...crying along...i am never going to climb a mountain again...my mummy is going to fly me back tonight...first class...poor little tina...i knew what she felt...i knew what everyone felt...i myself felt like breaking down...but...hey...stay focused...optimistic...pressed on..until we came to a straight road...hmmm...weird...and where is the guide...oh no...then common sense told us to continue walking becuase....up mount fuji thru the stations means only one thing...the road is a straight road...just keep moving...there is no other way...not until we saw the climbing route...and we were like...ohoh...what to do...wait for the guide...and we all stood there...and waited...and waited...and with wenshu feeding us his chips...and waited until ...it was really getting cold and we were getting worried...we are lost...i knew it...we were lost...oh no...lets back track...maybe we went by the wrong path...so every one went back...still not sign of the guide...but we backed up...the grp leader picked up their j phones...no reception...the first thing that crossed my mind...we are going to die up here....just like in vertical limit...we are going to all have hypothemia..1.5 degrees celsius can...even my chewy grape flavour candy turn hard ok....like biscuits......then frostbites and then freeze to death...not until we saw mister tony heng...but he did not know what to do himself...and we were all cuddled to gether...now more more and more people came...and many people were crying...i was freezing...and then there was a bus...HELP HELP HELP...every one called...the bus saved us...thank you god...the first bud was loaded and so i waited for the second bus...while waiting...mr ng asked us to move into the shelter...suddenly...leg cramps....oh no..i cant walk...then the other side...so now both legs were cramp and i am the only one in the rain with mr choy helping my relieve it...step by step...ok...better...and i boarded the bus...thinking that its now alll over now benjamin...youy survived...this is going to be the most unforgetable experience yet...then some of them were already at station 5 ...shopping area...my goodnes...great time for hot soup and i got it...lunch...great lunch...had a long nap in the bus till we reached the hotel...cancelled the trip to okakudani boiling valley...i could have jumped right into the boiling waters...i could...then i created my own onsen...in the bath tub...ahhhhh...b-e-a-utiful feeling...then iki masho...i knew from the start that we would win be coz of the last minute and not good enuf performance...but it was ok...coz...that was the creation of the bangla7....stupid indian dance in the middle of a jap performance?...come on...get a life...but we made them laugh...haha...okok..then we had birthday surprise...for yeejek wilbur and our teacher mrs jay...and then mr koh's b-e-a-utiful performance...cant get you out of my head...lalala lalalalalalalaallalalalaallalaallalaalallalalalaallalaalal...and mass dance.......next was a long and boring talk with mr choy...the grp which took the longest in there...the tension btw leqiao and darren...goodness...i could have popped in the indian accent you know...ook...nvm....that days experiece was just b-e-a-utiful and i would really want to go thru it again sometime again....sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3&lt;br /&gt;Check out of the tatami mat place...woke up late coz my clock didnt ring and the morning call instead...so qiong ahh....our shoes were still down stairs drying...from the fuji water...so goodbye...move on...next stop...sake factory...whooo....i was the extra person who blended with the wrong grp...i was not with my bus ppl ...but with bus 3 ppl...hhaha...who cares...what should i call it...boringly interesting...yah...interesting to know the facts...but was super draggy...was the last group to end....ask so many qn...but still dont know how to make sake...haha...nvm...then we were asked to have a sip of negetive ion water...???...weird...after you drink you will feel negetive...haha...oh yah...to add...the crossing of road there is very different...singapore has 2...one is zebra crossing...one is green man and red man...there in japan...combine...so i keep forgetting...then we went to the BBQ buffet...super fun ...play with food...like marinating the meat with curry then cooking it...shiok...japs have a custom of finishing your food....so our table of marting, cleaven , tian wei and me were conscious to take what we can finish...then next...Sony building cum free and easy on the streets of Ginza....walked to Sony...then split up with the grp...coz...michelle ser en and me went into the lift and the person close the door...while yin xun and his nosebleed and gilian were downstairs...aiyoh...then 3 of us went down...and the 2 went up...stupid...made so many trips up and down...aiyoh...the playstation section was under my expectation...i was expection a super big hall...with many many playstation console with tv and nice sofa sets..for you to sit down and play...but no...stand up and play...and the games were stupid...so we went down...and played with aibo...the robot dog...the lousy robot dog...the lousy expensive robot dog...i slapped it ..haha...and we went up and saw the BMW 320i haha...i wanted to buy earpiece from sony...coz it will be cheaper...but no...ended up leaving with nothing but pictures...then what wanted to go to some hello kitty place....with another group...aaron isabelle yu fei subra and jovena and yy who just followed us coz she cannot find her group....then dunno...then make noise...aiyoh...in the end we were standing right in front of it lah...haha...then we rushed back...and we made it ...early...haha...then matt and louis came back with their earpieces and i was jealous liao...hha...okok...next ...travel to tokyo tower...nice place...heard about it being the j-eiffel tower...then i did not have an appetite liao...dunno why...coz the food was not nice...?...yah...mainly becoz of that...and because there was a fly in my rice...and a fly in martin's soup...and in jonathan's soup..aiyoh...then shopping in tokyo tower...lot of things but i didnt buy anyting at all..dunno why... more of save it for shibuya and disney...haha...so back to the new hotel...New Prince Takanawa hotel...the new prince is suckier than the old one...dunno lah...just found out that the room was super super super far lah...from the lift...but it was cool...nice room...this time 2 to a room...so aaron and me...and the toilet bowl...haha...seen and used it before in my previous trip to japan...but the rest were super fascinated about it...esp louis...who went to every room and spray everything...yah..then aaron rush in to bomb the place...next matt foo coz dan was using theirs...and guess what..the toilet bowl was stuckk...oh man..sick...shit flying around...oh man...had to have the staff to clear...matt and i wanted to offer a tip but the guy was kind enought not to accept it seeing that we are students...this time we had card keys and every one was locking themselves out...hha....super funny...i was once...it was like..i went out for a while to see...then the door close...and bye bye...locked...so must find aaron...haha...but when 2 ppl get locked out...like naz and zhi quan...with no card...haha...you get the point...and oh yah...vanessa was very very very very very sick...wanted to visit her but apparently i think she was at the hospital or something like that...poor girl...i think it was fuji...after fuji...i saw her eyes were quite red and ohoh...she ended up sick loh..we had 3 hours before lights oout...in the room with jared leanne aaron mark and sam...and suddenly..jastine comes in and say...oh shit...i locked the toilet door...now cannot go in...oh no...then frantic...and then after that...he came in and said...that sean came in and do the spy thing and use a card and ...volia...the door opened...super cool...like louis and the toilet bowl spray...i went around to do that also...aaron was bathing...and i opened it but who wants to see...haha...arjun was bathing...and i opened it ...but still who want to see..haha...okok...sleeep.....so sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4&lt;br /&gt;buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....the buzzing alarm...hahah...forgot to say....the sumo sch was cancelled coz their great father figure died day 3 morn...so it would be rude for them to host us during mourning...so wanted to go to a shrine build to remmeber the japs who died in WWII...but i wont say the rest...it was cancelled...so one hour extra...and we had buffet breakfast...ahhh...i can list the food spread i remember...&lt;br /&gt;scrambeled eggs...&lt;br /&gt;ommellette(confirm spell wrongly)....&lt;br /&gt;ham...&lt;br /&gt;bacon...&lt;br /&gt;sausages...&lt;br /&gt;corn...&lt;br /&gt;broccolli...&lt;br /&gt;bread...&lt;br /&gt;pan cakes...&lt;br /&gt;salad...&lt;br /&gt;porridge...&lt;br /&gt;and the jiuces...orange..milk...tomato...carrot with apple and orange...and grapefruit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup...then we went to miraikan...the national museum of emerging science and innovation...super cool place...very cool exhibits....super cool and i can continue saying super cool....i did the technology part 2 &amp;amp;3...super cool...and then when i finished i when to the body part i think...dunno lah..let me check my torn and tattered from fuji book...................................................................oh the life science part...while going up...and we can have tina and sihui and charissa and ganesh and mr koh sitting at the cafe eating...haha...never mind...then we look at the international space station thing...and blah...oh yes...there was the super cool ball...just like in irobot...where it can change the image...from a globe to ...the museum logo...super cool lah...then went to the shop and see all the cool stuf...like the super cool invisible cards...yah...then we took class photo...i have 9 ...hahha...coz tian wei...dunno what he doing...while we were waiting for more ppl...keep taking...ok 1 2 3.....ok 1 2 3...ok 1 2 3...my pictures show starting with 5 guys 5 girls to 12 boys and 14 girls...aiyoh...haha...including teachers and a hyper active shakti(mrs jay' son) ...next...lunch at odaiba...this was a italian buffet...i think.. another place where i lost my appetite...super pissed at a very confidential matter on food that i shall not blog about...and then...SHIBUYA...haha...super crowded...like i expected...and super funky place...and blah..went in 2 groups again...the same...with isabelle's grp...first thing...neoprint...according to the girls...neos there super cheap...like $4 cheaper...hmm...next...dunno who had the idea of spliting up ..but we did...so subra aaron and me went to the sports shop and we saw the super cheap shoes...i was tempted to buy...but nah...i have my shoes...so meet up again...eat crepes&lt;strong&gt;....next...girls accessories shop....&lt;/strong&gt;and then to mac...where it was 4 storeys......1st storey...counter...2nd storey smoking room...where subra entered and almost died...haha...3rd and 4th non smoking...where subra sat there coughing ...met ms low and off we go...rhyme..next...comic shop where it was filled with hentai...then urmmm....cant really remember...oh yes...tokyu hands...where we split up again...and we went to the toy section and i saw the star wars stuff...oh man...i picked up darth vader's mask and a red ballon light saber...and took photo..your never going to get that in singapore...so moved on to Loft i think...then i was despo trying to look for IT stuff where i could have bought my earphones...but no...so moved on..to HMV and something happened ...something...and then i saw the shop...yes....had isabelle to follow me in search for it...haha...i tooked out my earphone ...point to the man...and he gave me a 3 finger sign...okok...3rd floor...and i found it...yes....borrowed 1000yen from her coz i didnt have small change...and bought it for 2814 yen...my new panasonic clip on earphone...haha..ok..back to meeting place...and something happened...and then jomaine told me that with credit to darren...she bought a black converse look a like for ....guess what...S$4.50...i mean...what in the world....no...where in the world can you find it...300 yen...oh man...that i could have bought and i wouldnt feel any thing...aiyoh...aiyah...never mind...and then something happened...so yah...back to odaiba for dinner...another buffet...chinese buffet...no appetite again...so ate little bit...then went shopping...saw the shoes and wanted to buy it again...but no...sneakers...and then go play shot gun shooting...super stupid...i didnt want to waste money..so i went around the floor lookin for corks to shoot...haa...this time i bought something...my star wars poster.. and a present for vanessa...yah...and got a pic of someone like tian wei...super look a like...haha...back to the hotel where nothing to do...quite tired liao...so wanted to sleep...aaron left me alone in the room and i was...alone...put on me ear phones...on the mp3 player...and sleep...the batt was about to finish...so i thought...why not waste it this way...so tml can change new batt...okok....sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 5&lt;br /&gt;woke up late...coz i set the time but didnt activate the alarm...sad...set at 5 ...but woke up to the morning call at 6...and i woke aaron at 610 and he slept till 620...martin came in to talk...he woke up and slept till 630...i changed and comb my hair until 640 and hes still there staring into blank space...and i say...&lt;br /&gt;ben:hello mister...640 liao leh...you have 5 more mins till breakfast&lt;br /&gt;aaron: WHAT!!!...i thought it was 540 lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he rushed...haha...amusement early in the morning...i left...he continued to change...okok...breakfast...different place...but same spread...but today was time for disneyland...haha....okk...fun fun fun...just fun place...so i went with our class group...matts louis martin tina vanessa sihui isabelle clara rachel audrey tristan yvonne yun yuan jinci and vaishali i think...at least most of them...first was to take pic as a grp....girls and bangla 7...haha...okok...then with the disney characters...apparently ...i became the girl's photographer...so pro until i can take 2 pics with 2 cams at one go...so first thing...go fast pass the long queue...where you put the card in the fast pass machine and you come back like at the time they tell you to come back...so first...the big thunder mountain...some train ride...so we fast pass...then louis me martin and matt when to shoot some guns....haha..stupid...because it was computerized...so i got 10/10...then we went to take some short queue rides like pinocchio...stupidly stupid...matt ho with me...louis and clara behind...matt and me scream like maddddd....hahah...for the fun of doing so...hehe...at the end of the ride...actually for the end of every ride...i will pretend to sleep...haha..and we met the rest back at BTM one hour later...we fast pass everybody...seemed very fun...like cut queue...haha...BTM was a fast train that was half indoor half outdoor...and just as we were about to reach the end...zzz...ok...next...we went to urm...i cant remember... i think shopping...aiyoh...mixed up...oh...i think we went to fast pass haunted mansion...then we went shopping...then we bought some stuff...and i think time for haunted mansion and guess what....i lost me card...so no haunted mansion...no fast pass for me...saddenning...never mind...i waited for them to come out.. and we went to fast pass space mountain ...the supposedly most fav ride...van was sick and couldnt take the roller coasters ....so i took over her card...matt and i went to fast pass all the cards while they ate lunch...we passed by churros...haha...the most wanted thing...so we fast pass..and i bought 2 mattt 3 churros and we brought back and share...i didnt eat the stupid lunch...thank good ness...looked disgusting....and then we went to meet the teachers for attendance taking and briefing...and take pic with disney charaters again...and then back to take out space mountain...was super fast lah...super fast lah...such that we wanted to take again...then fast pass again...and took again....then we went to the 3d show...i watched b4 in USA disney land...this time in jap..i wanted to take the new one...buzz light year adventure or something...but fast pass until like 8pm...so no...and thats all...so yah...then...matts martin louis tina sihui van and me went to some fast food restaurant for real lunch...that was what made me sick later on...but we sat there as it rained...for hours...talking...and then finally we went back for more shopping and then left disney land...disneyland had everything USA disneyland had like when i went there is p3...disappointing...maybe because we didnt go to disney sea...got more things there...yah...then ...we went to yokohama...chinatown...and we had dinner...but on your own...i lost my initial group but went with naz and some others to adidas and quik silver and ?roxy?...nvm...the shops close very early so...many of the girls were disappointed...ironic eh...i went to roxy but not them...haha...i didnt eat coz of the fastfood i eat earlier...that made me promise never ever to eat fast food again...unless you dont have a choice...okok...so i went back but this time with a very bad throat...and whats more...i ate chili cup noodles...my goodness...who cares...i just went to mr choy...he ask me spray something down my mouth and gave a lozenges...thats all....sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 6&lt;br /&gt;this time aaron made sure he woke up...but i was the one that needed to rush this time...coz last day...we are leaving ....so frantically packing until 730 ....place luggage outside and went for breakfast...no diff...and we grab our bags...and we leave...for studio gibli...nice place...very cool place...esp the animation thing..the spinning thing...super nice..too bad could take pics...after that ...lunch..steam boat and sushi buffet...took 5 plates of sushi man..ok...then shopping...went to 100 yen shop...but i missed the gundam..super cheap and nice gundam models...aiyoih.....sad...matt ho was very sick so i didnt follow them to jusco where they bought ...but i went with the other matt to see matt...?...okok...back to singpore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story ends here...and we lived happily every after...ok?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the thank you part...thank you all the teachers...for their careful planning...and the heavy burden...i saw what time you slept everyday...who you tried to care for everyone of us there...even by scolding us...joking with us...getting down to earth...and (for bringing a hyper active son to cheer us up) just wanna say from the bottom of my heart a big thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to every one else...the rest...the tour guides...the hotel staff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to the students...my class...my group...my room mates...and the rest that i have hung out with...good company...good bonding time...thank you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;domo arigato gonsaimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love japan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-12392438.post-111785565696643918</id><published>2005-06-04T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T11:27:36.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just too much to blog about my trip to japan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to take my time to blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-111785565696643918?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/111785565696643918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=111785565696643918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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weather is perfect, wind moving from the north at 10 km/h. we are expected to arrive in Narita Airport in about 7 hours. Have a safe and pleasant flight."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-111727658098451157?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/111727658098451157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=111727658098451157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/111727658098451157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/111727658098451157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-you-would-notice-no-smoking-and.html' title=''/><author><name>me blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874368615807956583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-111710143840068966</id><published>2005-05-26T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T17:57:18.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s</title><content type='html'>s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;br /&gt;s.s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-111710143840068966?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/111710143840068966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=111710143840068966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/111710143840068966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/111710143840068966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/2005/05/s.html' title='s'/><author><name>me blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874368615807956583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-111659420445904185</id><published>2005-05-20T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:03:24.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am very proud of myself today...managed to reach the right over hang!!! WHOOOO!!! and somemore in a very very fast timing...coz i qiong ...haha...qionging up the wall works for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-111659420445904185?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/111659420445904185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=111659420445904185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/111659420445904185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/111659420445904185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-very-proud-of-myself-today.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-111599000185942544</id><published>2005-05-13T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T21:13:21.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock the rock wall</title><content type='html'>rock the rock wall man...whooo....rock clmbing is fun...really fun...i finally found something that i enjoy doing...the adreneline rush when you climb...the feeling of your stomach floating around...just love it...just result is a very pain fingers...haha...nvm...will get to the top soon...soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-111599000185942544?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/111599000185942544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>rock the rock wall</title><content type='html'>rock climbing rocks..very fun...more ppl should join...haha...nice people there...so fun...despite not climbing to the overhang...my first time so yah...try harder...i will reach the top...sooner or later...haha...i am heavy you know...very challenging...and my fingers...ahhhh.so pain...haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-111598983786108632?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/111598983786108632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=111598983786108632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/111598983786108632'/><link rel='self' 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wrong...so i followed my gut feeling and did not run...then come back and after dinner...got a bad tummyache...actually the tummyache was from earlier in the morning...like after i woke up...just a slight one...now big one...stress...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-111581018597358152?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/111581018597358152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12392438&amp;postID=111581018597358152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/111581018597358152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12392438/posts/default/111581018597358152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/2005/05/lonely-sick-me.html' title='lonely, sick me...'/><author><name>me blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874368615807956583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-111563848965961457</id><published>2005-05-09T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T19:34:49.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>the project and test and lotsa hw period is coming back...i can read the future...and i am trying to prepare for it...coz when it comes full force...i am dead....so watch out ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the problem now is that i cant remember my hw and i am too lazy to rite in me organizer...boohoo...&lt;div 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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-12392438.post-111563835438171892</id><published>2005-05-09T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T19:32:34.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock climbing and me</title><content type='html'>i had this dream ...and it is a real dream that i was rock climbing and watching ppl rock climbing...the fun i had...that sparked the passion in me to climb rock -.-"...but..to join the RCC i have to change me tuition...haha...so fun to rock climb...hope that i can join...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-111563835438171892?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392438.post-111512401314435240</id><published>2005-05-03T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T20:40:13.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely me...</title><content type='html'>victorian bands are selling hot on the first day even without announcements...but can it survive after that...hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;report books are out...getting big scoldings...but not discouraged...actually more encouraged and determined to do better next semester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherio...l.o.n.e.l.y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12392438-111512401314435240?l=immrlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/111512401314435240/comments/default' 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