<?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-13559128</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:44:24.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aftermathofme</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13559128.post-4430957881771383400</id><published>2007-04-05T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T22:38:15.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one more week done with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished meeting today, earlier than expected..poor viknesh who fell sick after his SYF and couldn't come for the meeting..&lt;br /&gt;at the very least the camp committee is up and running..proposals underway..thanks andre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next to tackle: concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's assembly they said they were going to start the STAR program, their goes all the afternoons..but on the bright side, we get to have supervised studying sessions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good friday's coming in another hour plus..wish all out there a happy Good Friday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-4430957881771383400?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4430957881771383400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=4430957881771383400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/4430957881771383400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/4430957881771383400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-more-week-done-with.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-1341032370221257979</id><published>2007-04-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:46:56.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had band just now..finally it broke the 40 mark..&lt;br /&gt;time passed so slow yet so fast today..&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all those who made tmr a wonderful practice&lt;br /&gt;thank you to MI for coming down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is another long day..long school days with so many breaks, whats with the spaces between our lessons..hiax..nvm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend is coming soon! another time to sit down and relax to study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to those people i offended today in band, it was nothing personal but it was regarding the music...sorry again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-1341032370221257979?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1341032370221257979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=1341032370221257979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/1341032370221257979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/1341032370221257979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2007/04/had-band-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-1671357436730350252</id><published>2007-04-04T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T00:11:09.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its wed already..&lt;br /&gt;finally this day have arrived..BAND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J1s and MI are coming over later..so we'll see what we're going to do since the conductor isn't coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprise surprise, let's see the attendance later and who will be coming..hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-1671357436730350252?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1671357436730350252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=1671357436730350252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/1671357436730350252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/1671357436730350252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-wed-already.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-4797652826478606947</id><published>2007-04-03T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:45:50.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after so long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life have changed, rapidly. Into something so surreal that it scares the wits out of me when i look back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so different now, things, people,friends,relationships and bonds have all came and go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life now is good, better than i can ever imagine..putting a smile to all things lightens the tasks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utsiecj si wprade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iesfdrn rae dpeunneadleb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luysjoea  gsnuirdrnou em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sA ear eth stmo tinmaptor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-4797652826478606947?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4797652826478606947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/JU8W49QNUdI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-3412623222112611444?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3412623222112611444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=3412623222112611444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/3412623222112611444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/3412623222112611444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/12/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-3579601398194178058</id><published>2006-12-05T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:44:37.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now into the last month of the year 2006, last month was a whirlwind, a frenzy of events happened, one after another in rapid succession..now thats its all over, it can all be sum up into four words, "Life can be Cruel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the band camp in November is one that i will always remember and the last few practices, they are etched in my memory forever, they were brilliantly sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but but..at the end of the month one good thing happened, it brightened up the gloomy sky of me, that beacon of light among the mist of dark fog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has never been the same since, it has changed, evolved into something that seeks of the different side in you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-3579601398194178058?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3579601398194178058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=3579601398194178058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/3579601398194178058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/3579601398194178058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-into-last-month-of-year-2006-last.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-116307817502184400</id><published>2006-11-09T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T18:08:26.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It has been so so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has changed, so much, too much till I don’t have a slightest clue on why is it like this.&lt;br /&gt;I’m surprised I changed since I went into jc, was it the product of our “beloved” education back here in Singapore or is it just the growing process that everyone goes through. After hardwork and some pinch of luck, my jc life seems straightened out now, its on track to the second year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the year closes, in about one month and about 20 days, I think it is only apt that I start reflecting on it. Too many priorities were misplaced in the cause of this year and it played a crucial role into the shaping of the current me. Now, studies are the utmost importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always believed people grow from experiences and these are what that makes them stronger and hopefully wiser in the future. Through the course of this year, I have learnt that not all things go your way, especially project work. We must learn to work together as a unit, like my PW group, we were like a micro ecosystem I guess, everyone needs everyone..,no man is an island. To survive in today’s world, we must work with each other and accept facts as they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I want to do is rid my mind off all my burdens and just concentrate on the upcoming band camp, it holds significant memories for many I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have became an alien to myself, I know not myself anymore, I have changed till a point where fact becomes fiction and myths become legends. Life is alike a spot of sinking sand, without fail it sucks you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-116307817502184400?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116307817502184400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=116307817502184400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/116307817502184400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/116307817502184400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-has-been-so-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115677843604085018</id><published>2006-08-28T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:20:36.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>about 2 weeks since the last imprint was left here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during this two weeks lots of things happened..lets say everything happens for a meaning and its for the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that my wound is so so much better, its back to music..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115677843604085018?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115677843604085018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115677843604085018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115677843604085018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115677843604085018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/08/about-2-weeks-since-last-imprint-was.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115560356134515586</id><published>2006-08-15T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T08:59:21.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok...yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started out as something some what similar to a toothache, and i thought it was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday during lit lecture i found a swelling lymph node on the right jaw, and instantly i knew something was wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after physics prac, talking was virtually pain stricken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to woodlands polyclinic to see a doctor there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess who i saw there? Jessica...she ponned school and was taking mc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor told me there isn't anything much she could do, she gave me a course of antibiotics and painkiller plus an mc telling me to and see a dentist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on my way home, i booked an appointment with the dentist..and i hate dentist...probing mental drills and stuff into your mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went in at 8, he checked all my teeth before coming to the affected area...he said there was an infection, however it was in the early stage and its caused by my right lower wisdom tooth..it was biting my gums..&lt;br /&gt;the other 3 of them were nice coming into place perfectly..maybe for now..who knows the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gave two options, to do braces or to extract it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;braces though. it might not work.. the area to shift it into place is huge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straightest method: extraction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it would have been a bad toothache or something, i never imagined it would turn out that bad that it requires a surgery to remove it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the x-ray, it showed that my wisdom tooth was huge and bulging extending almost to the nerve, so there might be some complications...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best or worse thing is, my mum said i should and will do the surgery on the spot..that was without even consulting me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off i went to pop down 2 types of painkiller before the local anaesthesia was applied, 3 times..it hit my nerve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the saw and cutter went in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gum around the tooth was moved to one side then the cutter went in to remove some bone around the tooth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the cutter went in a spilt my tooth into half..him was pushing the saw done, my jaw went down too, i thought it would have dislocated...or maybe if i moved my tongue, it might have cut my tongue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i heard him ask for forceps, then someone moved away, out of the room, returning very soon...then i felt something going in and tug something...but i just know it wouldn't come out..then another dentist came in and gave some instructions, but they did it on the sly, i couldn't hear anything..the next time the forcep went in, after almost a minute of pulling, it came out..but it was only have of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the forcep went in again, this time it tried to pull from the top, but i didn't come out..&lt;br /&gt;he probed the forcep against my lips and i felt tugging in the gums... then off it came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he threw a thread across my mouth, a black thread..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as he was about to stitch up the wound, the other dentist came in again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard my dentist telling him that it didn't come out so he pulled it out from the side from the root instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sewing part was fine, after that, he gave me a gauze to bite on and told me to change it every 1/2 and hour..&lt;br /&gt;i changed 3 times then off i went to sleep after a dose of morphine..&lt;br /&gt;it was one of the best sleep i ever got, i only woke up when my mum ask me to take the painkillers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the right jaw and cheek is swelling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i got 5 days mc, i will be going back to school tmr..sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the worse thing that resulted from this incident is the dentist's letter...it reads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to whom it may regard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;samuel chng has just gone through a surgery to remove his wisdom tooth, kindly excuse him from band for 1 month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 month..omg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care, i will still practice after 2-3 day of rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food wise, for now its liquid food..i can bearly open my mouth without making the wound bleed again..drinking is also by sipping only..sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm done blogging about this, off to bed again...muhaha...so thats the price to pay to be able to sleep at home and not go to school..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115560356134515586?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115560356134515586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115560356134515586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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video, its again at the bottom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115518165861888637?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115518165861888637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115518165861888637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115518165861888637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115518165861888637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-video-its-again-at-bottom.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-13559128.post-115494059276978269</id><published>2006-08-07T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:48:46.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Step by step, what they told me is coming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i just told mag, it must be all the giving in and pampering done that has resulted in this. its like her case too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people just don't know how to treasure this special treatment that they (hazel and deborah) get, it isn't their right but their privilege.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115494059276978269?l=aftermathofme.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-13559128.post-115443369817247894</id><published>2006-08-01T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:01:38.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>into another new week..&lt;br /&gt;so far everything been going wrong..&lt;br /&gt;now i can't wait to play my bari tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the blood donation drive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first blood donation in my 17 years stay on Mother Earth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115443369817247894?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115443369817247894/comments/default' 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mood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115413059031662406?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115413059031662406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115413059031662406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115413059031662406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115413059031662406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/exactly-9-days-since-i-last-blogged.html' 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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-13559128.post-115339063795830173</id><published>2006-07-20T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:17:17.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;word of the day,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so anti-climax today...was looking forward to the end of the day, but i didn't come...hiax......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that always when certain things are planned, they are certain to fail...enlighten me someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs test just now was like...easy??...to a certain extent...i guessed that question would come out, however, i couldn't write fast enough to complete my essay...the end product, two half done essays...i fell so bad...mr lim really put in lots of effort for our class and last night he even sent every single one of us in the class a sms of encouragement...never have i encountered such a teacher before...i fell so so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, there's a performance...cross fingers it will go well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though many of us our hearts are not into it...i believe we still yearn for it to grow, mature and compete with other jcs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year's syf how?? hiax..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115339063795830173?l=aftermathofme.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-13559128.post-115331425413521445</id><published>2006-07-19T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:04:14.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my right pinkie got bitten today..(ouch, it hurts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it serve as a reminder to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for keeping things from you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115331425413521445?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115331425413521445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115331425413521445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115331425413521445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115331425413521445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-right-pinkie-got-bitten-today.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115331412224697418</id><published>2006-07-19T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:02:02.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carry the Cross and Follow Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I carry a cross as a simple reminder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to me. Of the fact that I am a Christian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no matter where i may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little cross is not magic. Nor is it a good luck&lt;br /&gt;charm. It isn't meant to protect me.&lt;br /&gt;From every physical harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not for identification for all the world to see&lt;br /&gt;It's simply an understanding&lt;br /&gt;Between my Savior and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i look at the cross, it is there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Of the price Jesus paid for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me, too, to be thankful.For my blessings&lt;br /&gt;day by day. And to strive to serve the Lord better&lt;br /&gt;In all that i do and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a daily reminder of the peace and comfort&lt;br /&gt;I share. With all who know my Master&lt;br /&gt;and give themselves to His care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I carry a cross&lt;br /&gt;Reminding no one but me&lt;br /&gt;That Jesus Christ is Lord of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115331412224697418?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115331412224697418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115331412224697418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115331412224697418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115331412224697418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/carry-cross-and-follow-me-i-carry.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115331358804331410</id><published>2006-07-19T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:53:08.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something is seriously wrong with the bus system and it needs a reform...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left home the usual time and this time, instead of waiting, there was an abundance of buses to take...in the end i reached school at like 7.30am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completed my math and gp assignment just now in the afternoon, been quite a while since i last done my homework in the afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to go before the weekend starts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115331358804331410?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115331358804331410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115331358804331410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115331358804331410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115331358804331410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/something-is-seriously-wrong-with-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115321988394710811</id><published>2006-07-18T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:51:23.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i left home earlier this morning than usual and still the bus comes late..argh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i took the bus to marsiling mrt then shared cab with 3 other innovians i know not..we squeezed through the gate and managed to get into school just on time..but it cost me 2 bucks extra..nevertheless it saved me from SSS..lol..(too bad for zoey it isn't 'wash toilet bowls')...innova toilets are generally clean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part of the day was when i didn't even know that today was the Alevel MT listening comprehension..not that i didn't know but i clearly forgot about it..thank God the entry proof was kept by the form teacher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the LC was relatively tricky..and every single of the 4 passages were filled with morals behind it..propaganda in progress by SEAB..waiting to see whether i score a perfect ten..muhaha..over-confidence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, there's a video of my class people..its all the way at the bottom of this blog..scroll down to view it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115321988394710811?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115321988394710811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115321988394710811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115321988394710811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115321988394710811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-left-home-earlier-this-morning-than.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115321936298228402</id><published>2006-07-18T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:42:42.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(176).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28176%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/carrythecross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/carrythecross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a new addition to my phone, including the silver cross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who gave it to me...sadly, no prize for guessing..because its so straight forward..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115321936298228402?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115321936298228402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115321936298228402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115321936298228402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115321936298228402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-new-addition-to-my-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115321914603244637</id><published>2006-07-18T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:39:06.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(174).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28174%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(173).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28173%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(173).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(175).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(175).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28175%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look familar?&lt;br /&gt;whose dog is it?&lt;br /&gt;i just kidnapped it yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i demand a ransom if the owner of this dog wants it back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;connect me for more details azlin...muhaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115321914603244637?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115321914603244637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115321914603244637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115321914603244637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115321914603244637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/look-familar-whose-dog-is-it-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115311727810209879</id><published>2006-07-17T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T14:21:18.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here is something from Albert Einstein,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;music works wonders in life, it is able to change someone's mood..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115311727810209879?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115311727810209879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115311727810209879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115311727810209879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115311727810209879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/here-is-something-from-albert-einstein.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115311688973355256</id><published>2006-07-17T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T14:14:49.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no one can force me to bend my will once i'm set on something..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115311688973355256?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115311688973355256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115311688973355256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115311688973355256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115311688973355256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-one-can-force-me-to-bend-my-will.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115309844060343070</id><published>2006-07-17T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T09:07:20.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before i forget...the following pictures are some insights to what my class, 0633A does in class...you wouldn't believe it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(167).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28167%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(168).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28168%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid pictures..there are more actually, even videos, but too bad...we can't show it here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115309844060343070?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115309844060343070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115309844060343070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115309844060343070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115309844060343070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/before-i-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115309785901908819</id><published>2006-07-17T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T08:57:39.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my last post was on jealousy, to balance things up, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allaboutlifechallenges.org/overcoming-jealousy.htm"&gt;http://www.allaboutlifechallenges.org/overcoming-jealousy.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see from the link, its 'overcoming-jealousy'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115309785901908819?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115309785901908819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115309785901908819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115309785901908819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115309785901908819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-last-post-was-on-jealousy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115309777544538834</id><published>2006-07-17T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T08:56:15.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nice article on jealousy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valueprep.com/jealousy.html"&gt;http://valueprep.com/jealousy.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it reflects real well on how jealous feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115309777544538834?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115309777544538834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115309777544538834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115309777544538834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115309777544538834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/nice-article-on-jealousy.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115309743449496621</id><published>2006-07-17T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T08:50:34.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a school holiday..no school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its isn't as if there isn't any school work to complete..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't go to the doctor today, too lazy to do..maybe when my jaw really does snap and fall then i will go..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what can the doctor do about the snapping of it now?&lt;br /&gt;put glue?? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115309743449496621?l=aftermathofme.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-13559128.post-115297571913963618</id><published>2006-07-15T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T23:01:59.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was my first ever performance that i had to wake up so so so early..&lt;br /&gt;4.30am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sleep last night at only 2 plus am..barely 2 hours of sleep..but nevertheless, here i am at the end of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow gonna be a long long day..but the consolation is that the 1st half of the day is filled with God and the 2nd half is with music..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115297571913963618?l=aftermathofme.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-13559128.post-115278847246390188</id><published>2006-07-13T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T19:01:12.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now in school, doing SSS..some detention thingy..for being late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for leaving home early..yet the bus comes like 1/2 and hour late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lrt can't be trusted, buses are never on time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115278847246390188?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115278847246390188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115278847246390188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115278847246390188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115278847246390188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/now-in-school-doing-sss.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115271337879047745</id><published>2006-07-12T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:09:38.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fact is there isn't anything in this world that's perfect..no one's perfect except God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can't really expect much from anyone..not even someone close to you..cause &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; aren't &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;will not&lt;/span&gt; know you well enough to know your train of thoughts..but save it for that one or two around you who can actually &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;read your mind&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this is actually a test for those around me..&lt;br /&gt;how many of you can actually decipher from this post what i'm feeling? none?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115271337879047745?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115271337879047745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115271337879047745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115271337879047745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115271337879047745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/fact-is-there-isnt-anything-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115270675301386171</id><published>2006-07-12T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T20:19:13.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this few weeks has been quite enriching for me, turning my HIGH meter higher each day..&lt;br /&gt;everyday i'll do something crazy and its so unlike me in secondary school..&lt;br /&gt;life is more fun now..time passes faster..&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning to use my phone functions more efficiently now..&lt;br /&gt;snapping pictures and taking videos ranging from breaks to tutorials to lectures..just snapping or recording things that are stupid..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115270675301386171?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115270675301386171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115270675301386171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115270675301386171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115270675301386171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-few-weeks-has-been-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115270607365415208</id><published>2006-07-12T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T20:07:53.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to make a good leader</title><content type='html'>Like what Dr. Jamie Williams once said, “Leadership is like gravity. You know it’s there, you know it exists, but how do you define it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great leaders come in many forms. In one sense solid leadership is a subjective thing, in another there are certain characteristics that are, by consensus, typical of quality leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaders must possess the qualities they are trying to infuse into their team. For example, if the leader wants his team to be confident, to have self-control and be upright, then he must first possess all these traits. One of the most simple yet most crucial thing that a leader can do is to lead by example, as he serves as an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;influential role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than often, leaders are often scholars in their field and are undenialably intelligent, however like all great scholars, they are not all-knowing, thus it is only apt that they &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stay humble&lt;/span&gt; and feel there are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;always more to learn&lt;/span&gt; and have a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;willingness to admit mistakes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outstanding leaders make &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;decisions based on facts, applying common sense and simplicity to complex tasks&lt;/span&gt;, at the same time &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;selecting the right strategy for the right situation&lt;/span&gt;, even when the pressure is overwhelming, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not bowing down to pressure&lt;/span&gt;. They too are not only &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;highly driven and intrinsically motivated&lt;/span&gt; but also foster that same enthusiasm in their team members. They &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;possess a high energy level, creating task excitement and are catalysts for positive action&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effective leadership encompasses &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;confidence, assertiveness and mutual respect&lt;/span&gt;. With the leader taking calculated risks and are innovative and confident in their decisions to do so. They will realize that being timid will not get the task before them done. This confidence and assertiveness will usually trickle down to the team members. The quality and effectiveness of a great leader will often show itself by way of the team's effort as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A successful leader is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;master in the art of communication&lt;/span&gt;. He or she is aware of the strong need for actions to match words. Leaders need to possess a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;willingness to listen to input with an open mind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two-way communication&lt;/span&gt;, being approachable and having an "open door" policy makes for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;very good team relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, an &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;effective and successful leader guides his or her team, not rule over them&lt;/span&gt;. He or she motivates their team, getting the best possible out of their team by leading by example through their actions of confidence, assertiveness and mutual respect, applying the craft of communication and foresight to make their team progress further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another essay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115270607365415208?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115270607365415208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115270607365415208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115270607365415208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115270607365415208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-make-good-leader.html' title='to make a good leader'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115245469494495957</id><published>2006-07-09T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:18:14.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this below are my views on cloning..did it for my online discussion..give me your comments..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people seeking to ban all cloning, while others oppose "only" reproductive cloning. Although the above two groups of people claim moral high ground, both their stands are profoundly immoral. In my view, any attempt to ban human cloning technology should be rejected permanently, because cloning (therapeutic and reproductive) is morally good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therapeutic cloning is a highly pro-life technology, since cloned embryos can be used to extract medically potent embryonic stem cells. The embryonic stem cells extracted from a cloned embryo can become any other type of human cell. In the future, they may be used to develop pancreatic cells for curing diabetes, cardiac muscle cells for curing heart disease, brain cells for curing Alzheimer's--or even entire new organs for transplantation. Thus cloned embryonic stem cells are only beneficial for mankind, resulting in longer, healthier and happier life of man.&lt;br /&gt;Reproductive cloning in future will have legitimate uses for infertile couples and for preventing the transmission of genetic diseases. Through reproductive cloning, infertile couples will be able to conceive a child who shares their genetic makeup, and couples will also be able to improve the genetic makeup of their child: to prevent them from genetic diseases, prolong their lifespan or even to improve their physical looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those with the mentality that denounces cloning and "playing God" have consistently opposed technological progress, cloning as defended by scientist Ian Wilmut, the creator the world's first cloned sheep responding to critics of his work as violating the laws of nature said, "Learning how to do new things is something our species has been doing for millions of years, whether we're growing crops or building houses. The thing that human beings do is try to enhance the duration and quality of our lives, and that's what we're doing with cloning." In fact, to ban cloning would be moral abomination as it will cripple biotechnological progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115245469494495957?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115245469494495957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115245469494495957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115245469494495957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115245469494495957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-below-are-my-views-on-cloning.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115244960778548942</id><published>2006-07-09T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T20:53:27.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/something_like_giant_hooks_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/something_like_giant_hooks_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115244960778548942?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is what you do when you're studying and have reached a point where enough is enough...this was done by june..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;credits to june...lol..&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/13559128-115210539248241471?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115210539248241471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115210539248241471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115210539248241471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115210539248241471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-what-you-do-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115210449018355356</id><published>2006-07-05T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:01:30.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(139).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28139%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(141).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(137).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(137).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(137).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(138).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2006 SYF opening ceremony..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115210449018355356?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115210449018355356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115210449018355356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115210449018355356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115210449018355356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/2006-syf-opening-ceremony.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-115210378625197351</id><published>2006-07-05T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:49:46.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(130).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28130%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(127).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28127%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(126).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28126%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(129).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28129%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(128).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28128%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirda's baby boyfriend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what does this show?? hmm...she like kids...maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115210378625197351?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115210378625197351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="&lt;a href=" key="0E6C9DB439D3DF1B"&gt;http://www.addictingclips.com/player-ac-em.swf?key=0E6C9DB439D3DF1B&lt;/a&gt;" width="430" height="354"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-115079534072656607?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115079534072656607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=115079534072656607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115079534072656607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/115079534072656607'/><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-13559128.post-114977503655788011</id><published>2006-06-08T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:57:16.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up at 3am this morning, woken up by the constant rigour of streaming through my head, things from the past continue to huant me and i have no one to turn to..now it is added on by new incidents that just beg to steal the limelight in my thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder whether this is the beginning of something worse, might it trigger my migraine again like last year?&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be poppin those sleeping pills again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was i a villian last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this the time for me to atone for the misgivings committed last time..paying it forward to someone new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i do the right thing, in the past and the present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just 3 of the endless stream of questions that come to my mind..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114977503655788011?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114977503655788011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114977503655788011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114977503655788011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114977503655788011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/06/woke-up-at-3am-this-morning-woken-up.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114977410771393832</id><published>2006-06-08T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:41:47.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went play poo, with aloy just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was getting a winning streak, 6 games won in a row and bagged 5 balls in one turn, though thats short of my 7 balls in one go record, but since i started to talk about her, i missed all my shots and went down to aloy for 3 matches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i stopped talking about her, i started winning again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just proves one thing, the brain can't multi-task with girls, so guys be warned..lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114977410771393832?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114977410771393832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114977410771393832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114977410771393832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114977410771393832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/06/went-play-poo-with-aloy-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114969218531217121</id><published>2006-06-07T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T14:53:54.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;29 &lt;/strong&gt;the significant number to the two of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 the number of days in the month for three years in a row, guess the month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 the sum of the police number 999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 when school reopens in june&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 this date in december is christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24the last day of the june holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 beckham's jersey number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22&lt;/strong&gt; is the number of the month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 was my pri 6 index number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 was my last relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 was my L1R5 for prelims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 was the total number of members in novawinds when i bother to last count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 isn't a nice number to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 is 2^4 and also 4^2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15&lt;/strong&gt; more days to go to 17..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 of this month is xin ying aka mummi birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 is the incomplete number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 is the number of months in a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 represents our legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 the number of subjects i took in sec 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 press it 3 times and you reach the police&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 the chinese prosperous number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 the number of perfection in the bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 three of it forms the number of the devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 the number of weekdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; was the highest record for something i receive each year...it might break the record this year or square it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 my number of past relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 the number of years i will be studying my current course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; was the number of person in my heart at that time last year, this year its still &lt;strong&gt;1 &lt;/strong&gt;but the &lt;strong&gt;1 &lt;/strong&gt;has changed..to candyfloss..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0 &lt;/strong&gt;is the number of unhappy moments i had this year so far..keep it this way..this year, 2006 up to now is a contrast to year 2005 with her..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114969218531217121?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114969218531217121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114969218531217121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114969218531217121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114969218531217121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/06/29-significant-number-to-two-of-us-28.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114955384519769980</id><published>2006-06-06T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:30:45.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(099).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28099%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what i found on the lift floor, yuck. inconsiderate Singaporeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(097).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28097%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was my double cheese burger from Mac..see where's the quality control? they simply just stack everything above anything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114955384519769980?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114955384519769980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>this past week of holidays have been fun, real fun..&lt;br /&gt;there's this side of me that i guess most of my friends in secondary school have not seen in me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would i put it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm more carefree, more happy every moment..&lt;br /&gt;no longer the sulking face, no more anger in me..&lt;br /&gt;it seems thaqt they are all lost now that i have met new friends and in a new environment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my personality test results shows that i'm a very very social person and one that in quite assertive..am i??&lt;br /&gt;i leaving that to others to think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday during the lunch break, our class had lots of fun and it was recoreded down on video..&lt;br /&gt;there's a BigBang, humping of a tree and being caught by a teacher..all this are quite explicit in content but a butt full of laughters...who would think JC students would be doing these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to those out there, don't think that JC is just all about stydies and no life, unlike poly where there's lots of "life"...experience it yourself before passing such judgements...nothings more true than a first-hand experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe JCs should also have a one week camp or something with secondary schools students and immerse them with JC life in that one week..then let them off to poly for one week too, then let the students make and informed decisionn on their paths after their Olevel..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114922611371334309?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114922611371334309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ol' Fred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ol' Fred had been a religious man who was in the hospital, near death. The family called their preacher to stand with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As the preacher stood next to the bed, Ol' Fred's condition appeared to deteriorate and he motioned frantically for something to write on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The pastor lovingly handed him a pen and a piece of paper, and Ol' Fred used his last bit of energy to scribble a note, then he died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The preacher thought it best not to look at the note at that time, so he placed it in his jacket pocket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At the funeral, as he was finishing the message, he realized that he was wearing the same jacket that he was wearing when Ol' Fred died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He said, "You know, Ol' Fred handed me a note just before he died. I haven't looked at it, but knowing Fred, I'm sure there's a word of inspiration there for us all." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He opened the note, and read, "Hey, you're standing on my oxygen tube!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114847645291527873?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114847645291527873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114847645291527873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114847645291527873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114847645291527873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/ol-fredol-fred-had-been-religious-man.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114847572144441407</id><published>2006-05-24T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:02:01.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Train Failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A large two engined train was crossing America. After they had gone some distance one of the engines broke down. "No problem," the engineer thought, and carried on at half power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Farther on down the line, the other engine broke down, and the train came to a standstill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The engineer decided he should inform the passengers about why the train had stopped, and made the following announcement: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Ladies and gentlemen, I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that both engines have failed, and we will be stuck here for some time. The good news is that you decided to take the train and not fly." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114847572144441407?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114847572144441407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114847572144441407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114847572144441407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114847572144441407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/train-failure-large-two-engined-train.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114847501401180097</id><published>2006-05-24T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:50:14.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came home from band practice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished GP and Chinese summer test, on the whole, its like rotten..something on that line..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soming friday there will be a band display at the floyer at around 3.30pm if i'm not wrong..be there to support..not forgetting the CO too, they will be performing there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this june holidays effectively is only about two weeks long, the first two weeks there will be tutorials or lectures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114847501401180097?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114847501401180097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114847501401180097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114847501401180097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114847501401180097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-came-home-from-band-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114836923712628318</id><published>2006-05-23T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T15:27:17.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is unpredictable, sometimes things turn up around the corner when we least expect it..&lt;br /&gt;but look at it this way, isn't life more interesting this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more unexpected things turn out, the more interesting it gets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the saxophone case is leaving my house, leaving on this thursday..someone's boyfriend going to keep it from her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the big brown case is getting out from my house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is summer test, most likely going to flunk chinese..passing it will be a total surprise around the corner i was talking about..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114836923712628318?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114836923712628318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114836923712628318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114836923712628318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114836923712628318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-is-unpredictable-sometimes-things.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114836884727946719</id><published>2006-05-23T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T15:20:47.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just found out we are using the same blogskin..omg..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114836884727946719?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114836884727946719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114836884727946719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114836884727946719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114836884727946719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-found-out-we-are-using-same.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114830559943542134</id><published>2006-05-22T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:47:17.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Friendship and Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You can only go as far as you push.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Actions speak louder than words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don't let the past hold you back; you're missing the good stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Life's short. If you don't look around once in a while, you might miss it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A best friend is like a four leaf clover: hard to find and lucky to have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you think that the world means nothing, think again. You might mean the world to someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;True friendship never ends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Friends are forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good friends are like stars....You don't always see them, but you know they are always there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don't frown. You never know who is falling in love with your smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NOBODY IS PERFECT UNTIL YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH THEM. (Isn't that the truth?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Most people walk in and out of you life. But only True friends leave footprints in your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A fight may come and go very easily, but a friendship could last forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every second spent in anger, a minute of happiness is wasted. So send this to your friends and let them know that you care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114830559943542134?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114830559943542134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114830559943542134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114830559943542134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114830559943542134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/friendship-and-lovelove-starts-with.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114830495007445399</id><published>2006-05-22T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:35:59.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BUTTERFLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.&lt;br /&gt;The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Strength.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Wisdom.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Problems to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Prosperity.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Brain and Brawn to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Courage.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Danger to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Love.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Troubled people to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Favors.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received nothing I wanted ........&lt;br /&gt;I received everything I needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trust in God. Always !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114830495007445399?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114830495007445399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114830495007445399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114830495007445399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114830495007445399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/butterfly-man-found-cocoon-of.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114830470082063103</id><published>2006-05-22T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:31:40.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE OBSTACLE IN OUR PATH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times, a king had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the big stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. On approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. As the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many others never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve one's condition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114830470082063103?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114830470082063103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114830470082063103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114830470082063103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114830470082063103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/obstacle-in-our-path-in-ancient-times.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114830464195230573</id><published>2006-05-22T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:30:41.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nice one, i just got to hear something, and that something just added more credentials to my hypothesis, which is; you have changed, changed into someone that i know not, someone that your long time friends know not, someone who is the abslute contrast to who you used to be, now i must be thankful that i made the right choice, the right move in doing what i did about 11 months ago.. you have turned into a b... its unimaginable why you have transformed from a nice pretty and gentle girl into who you are today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess, this is what life makes of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until today i can still remember the statement which you made; its because of you that my studies are deproving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but afterall, the results speak the truth, even when we seperated, you weren't any better, it was just all excuses you use to give yourself to console yourself over your failure..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114830464195230573?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114830464195230573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114830464195230573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114830464195230573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114830464195230573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/nice-one-i-just-got-to-hear-something.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114830262376031409</id><published>2006-05-22T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:57:03.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You don't actually have to take the quiz. Just read straight through, and you'll get the point, an awesome one. ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Take this quiz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor actress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;How did you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here's another quiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;See how you do on this one: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4. Think of a few people who have made you feel, appreciated and special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6. Name half a dozen heroes whose stories have inspired you. Easier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care. Pass this on to those people who have made a difference in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114830262376031409?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114830262376031409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114830262376031409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114830262376031409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114830262376031409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-dont-actually-have-to-take-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114830235629746502</id><published>2006-05-22T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:52:53.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unconditional Love - motivating story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"There's something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;There's a miracle called Friendship That dwells in the heart You don't know how it happens Or when it gets started But you know the special lift It always brings And you realize that Friendship Is God's most precious gift! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114830235629746502?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114830235629746502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114830235629746502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114830235629746502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114830235629746502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/unconditional-love-motivating-story.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114830164245999150</id><published>2006-05-22T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:40:42.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>summer test coming in less than 48 hours, wednesday will be sitting for the first 2 subjects, GP and Chinese..then the rest of the people when the new term starts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/sunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-13559128.post-114803552479777972</id><published>2006-05-19T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T18:45:24.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>try saying this 3 times,  gradually getting faster each time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sally sells sixty-six seashells on the sandy seashore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114803552479777972?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114803552479777972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for the person who keeps telling me that you want to commit suicide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Teenage Suicide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I thought of dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;gazing into the black, seductive ice water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so glassy and so tranquil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I thought of dying but in my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Death's bony embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;clutched listless children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;gnawed by hunger;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;prisoners on death row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;detritus of their own childhoods;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;poor shepherds grazing blunt-toothed animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;on landmined hillsides &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I thought of dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to throw myself away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so much landfill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If it's no use to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I could give it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can holler with my lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;at injustice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;join hands in protest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;at brutalityI realized that I had long been dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but I could choose instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to reawakeand be alive for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;© e-poems.org 2000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114803517545495750?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114803517545495750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114803517545495750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114803517545495750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114803517545495750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-person-who-keeps-telling-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114803497198959239</id><published>2006-05-19T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T18:36:11.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My barrel is scraped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;your hissing, choked-up scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dissonates as sharp fork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tines on spent china&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;all my ventricles are speared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;left danglingfrom a metal tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;for cruel breezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to examine clinically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;whispering to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;their expertise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;wheezing sound judgements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;which drop like jailers’ keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;on clanging ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114803497198959239?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114803497198959239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114803497198959239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114803497198959239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114803497198959239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/hiss-my-barrel-is-scraped-your-hissing.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114803457967938406</id><published>2006-05-19T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T18:29:39.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's sports day, it was quite boring.. some of the events, it was like the runners weren't really fast, lots of hiccups occured, one runner dropped his shoe while taking off, how else bad can it be..but, runners must be given credit for participating..the most exciting part would be the cheer leading competition, apart from that, the rest were so so only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost lots of hair just now on the way home, more than half i would say..now it feels cooler..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while surfing the net just now, i stumbled across a game, called Rock Paper Scissors, its actually scissor paper stone, but now you are playing against the computer..i would say the computer is quite dumb though, after a game or two with it, there's a pattern it follows..try beating the computer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/rockpaperscissors.html"&gt;http://www.addictinggames.com/rockpaperscissors.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114803457967938406?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114803457967938406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114803457967938406' title='0 Comments'/><link 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day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday went for interview, it went on till so late..left school when it was dark..first time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday band practice got to know the interview results, want to know what post i get, sms or call me, i dont wish to say too much thing here..it isn't that private&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today sat through 2 test, economics then mathematics, dunno how i would fare, at least a pass would be good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the whole J1 world is on GPP, it just seems its so easy however difficult to achieve the standard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday's cca bazaar lets wish all the best to everyone..the band can play, but we got to play together, if not it will end up like wednesday's practice, everyone were just playing their parts, no offence to anyone out there, but we should seriously start working as a band and start making music out of our individual sounds collectively..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ogether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; veryone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; chieves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; ore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114795686251442971?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114795686251442971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114795686251442971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114795686251442971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114795686251442971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/done-with-another-week-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114750524973259736</id><published>2006-05-13T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T15:27:29.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elephants and trombones??</title><content type='html'>ok, just got back from plaza from studying..was it studying? who cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got some pictures today, hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone have any idea how an elephant plays the trombone??&lt;br /&gt;heres how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(080).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(084).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28084%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;got that from a children story book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's this picture of a ball hitting a music stand where all the scores are going to FLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(082).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28082%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(081).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looks unrealistic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(084).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114750524973259736?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114750524973259736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114750524973259736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114750524973259736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114750524973259736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/elephants-and-trombones.html' title='elephants and trombones??'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114734238643032140</id><published>2006-05-11T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T18:13:06.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ok, finally a public holiday, to rest?? No nO No people...we got to do our GPP..life is just like that, there isn't a time where you can enjoy one moment in time, needing to to nothing but just to savour that moment in time..maybe its only in death that we can find such comforting times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isn't it Ionic? Air Purifiers Make Smog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how to create your own personal Stage 2 Smog Alert: Buy an indoor air purifier.&lt;br /&gt;Using a popular process called ionization, the air cleaners can actually generate ozone levels in a room that exceed the worst smog days in Los Angeles, a new study finds.&lt;br /&gt;The devices are popular in urban areas. They are touted as getting rid of dust, pollen and other airborne particles.&lt;br /&gt;Fill the room&lt;br /&gt;Ionic air purifiers, one type of these devices, are said to work by charging airborne particles and then attracting them to metal electrodes. They emit ozone as a byproduct of this ionization process.&lt;br /&gt;In a small and poorly ventilated room, the ozone adds to existing ozone and creates potentially unhealthy concentrations.&lt;br /&gt;"People operating air purifiers indoors are more prone to being exposed to ozone levels in excess of public health standards," said study leader Sergey Nizkorodov, a chemistry professor the University of California, Irvine.&lt;br /&gt;Ozone can damage the lungs and cause shortness of breath and throat irritation, and it can also exacerbate asthma.&lt;br /&gt;Insidious machines&lt;br /&gt;Nizkorodov and colleagues tested various air purifiers in homes, offices and cars. In many cases, ozone levels inside climbed above 90 parts per billion, exceeding California's basic safety threshold. In some cases, ozone soared higher than 350 parts per billion, which if measured outside would trigger a Stage 2 Smog Alert, an event that hasn't occurred in the Southern California coastal air basin since 1988.&lt;br /&gt;More chilling is that some people susceptible to the ill effects of ozone will eagerly bring these Trojan horses home."&lt;br /&gt;Science does not even suggest the things do what they're purported to do.&lt;br /&gt;An EPA fact sheet has this to say about air purifiers: "Available scientific evidence shows that at concentrations that do not exceed public health standards, ozone has little potential to remove indoor air contaminants. Some manufacturers or vendors suggest that ozone will render almost every chemical contaminant harmless by producing a chemical reaction whose only by-products are carbon dioxide, oxygen and water. This is misleading."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114734238643032140?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114734238643032140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114734238643032140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114734238643032140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114734238643032140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-finally-public-holiday-to-rest-no.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114708036144744423</id><published>2006-05-08T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:26:01.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coming of Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Coming of Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first man ever to live in Australia was Ber-rook-boorn. He had been made by Baiame. After establishing Berr-rook-boorn and his wife in a place that was good to live in, he put his sacred mark on a yarran tree nearby, which was the home of a swarm of bees.&lt;br /&gt;"This is my tree," he told them, "and these are my bees. You can take food anywhere you like in the land I have given you, but this tree, the bees, and the honey they make, you must never touch. If you do much evil will befall you and all the people who will come after you."&lt;br /&gt;He disappeared, and after he had gone, the first man and woman obeyed his instructions. But one day, when the woman was gathering firewood, her search carried her to Baiame's tree. The ground was littered with fallen branches. When she looked up and saw the sacred tree towering above her, she was terrified, but the easily gathered wood was so tempting that she came closer to gather an armful.&lt;br /&gt;A brooding presence seemed to hover above her, and she raised her eyes once more. Now that she was closer to the tree she saw the bees hovering round the trunk, and drops of honey glittering on the bark.&lt;br /&gt;She stared at them, fascinated by the sight. She had tasted the sweet excretion only once before, but here was food for many meals. She could not resist the lure of the shining drops. Letting her sticks fall to the ground, she began to climb the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was a rush of air and a dark shape with huge black wings enveloped her. It was Narahdarn the Bat, whom Baiame had put there to guard his yarran tree. Berrook-boorn's wife scrambled down and rushed to her gunyah, where she hid in the darkest corner.&lt;br /&gt;The evil she had done could never be remedied. She had released Narahdarn into the world, and from that day onwards he became the symbol of the death that afflicts all the descendants of Ber-rook-boorn.&lt;br /&gt;It was the end of the golden age for Ber-rook-boorn and his wife, and the yarran tree wept bitterly at the thought. The tears coursed down the bark and solidified in the form of red gum which can often be found on yarran trees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114708036144744423?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114708036144744423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114708036144744423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114708036144744423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114708036144744423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/coming-of-death.html' title='The Coming of Death'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114707996280083138</id><published>2006-05-08T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:19:22.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suns, Moons and Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suns, Moons, and Stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beyond the horizon, where no one had ever been, there is a beautiful land with grassy valleys and tree-covered hills. Streams trickle down the green slopes and join together to form a broad, placid river, where flowers nod their heads over the banks. The inhabitants of that land are Moons--big, shining, globular moons. They have no arms or legs, but they can move quickly across the grass by rolling over and over. It is a pleasant life in that green, watered land, but sometimes the Moons grow restless, and when night comes they have the urge to explore farther afield and stroll across the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Only one moon ever goes on such a journey at a time. It is a pity that they do not go in company, but they do not know that outside the valley there lives a giant. He catches the wandering Moon, and with his flint knife he cuts a slice from it each night, until after many nights there is nothing left but a number of shining slivers. The giant cuts them up very finely and throws them all over the sky.&lt;br /&gt;They are timid little creatures, the cut-up Moons which have become stars. During the day, when a Sun goes striding across the sky, they hide. Who knows but that, if they showed themselves then, another Sun might not creep out and catch them unwares.&lt;br /&gt;At night there are no Suns, and who cares about the next silly old Moon who will go for a stroll and never come back? Very soon he too will be cut up into Stars. So, in the velvety blackness of the night, they frolic and play until the hungry Sun again stamps across the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114707996280083138?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114707996280083138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114707996280083138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114707996280083138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114707996280083138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/suns-moons-and-stars.html' title='Suns, Moons and Stars'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114707966682009333</id><published>2006-05-08T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:14:26.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k, got to know the physics test marks, i got 8/30..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats very well done ready, i'm above the class average i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 4 person pass the test and i only saw a handful of double-digits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the re-test i will study for it, so it wouldn't be a single-digit again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people just cant get a life of themselves, they just need supplements like tagging nonsensical remarks on peoples' blogs..such a waste of time and effort on their part when they will never get to see their "effort" reciprocated..just to give them face, when they don't even have one, i won't name out names for now, but it wouldn't speak for the future...just be warned that you could be easily found out if you do so, especially when you offend band members..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114707966682009333?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114707966682009333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114707966682009333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114707966682009333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114707966682009333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/k-got-to-know-physics-test-marks-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114707740334189706</id><published>2006-05-08T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:56:28.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Nite Fright....lol...</title><content type='html'>just reached home and finished my french fries...they tasted so so so nice...k, thats not the main point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thursday there is school after all, the school shifted the off day to 6th july 2006 in lieu of thursday...its like so so long to that day, nevermind, there is always a public holiday this friday, take comfort in that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="prom night fright"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Prom Night Fright&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="mailto:Johnvirgil@aol.com"&gt;Johnvirgil@aol.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After my senior prom, my buddies and I dropped off our small-town-Tennessee dates and headed to another friend's house to unwind. The prom had been tough on all of us, we never chose the right dates, and we were watching MTV on the couch (this was '83 you know). After severe 2am boredom set in, one of my friends and I decided to go for a walk on the golf course behind the house and see if anyone else was up at this hour. We walked a short distance, really just from one fairway to the next, and looked with interest at this giant old tree next to the creek at the bottom of the hill. It was a dark clear night and my buddy Mike and I could make out something under the tree. I asked Mike what it looked like to him, and he agreed with me, that it looked like two people and one of them was digging. I thought it was someone up to no good, and the last thing I wanted to do on prom night was get busted by the cops, so I said we should leave. At this point Mike and I were about 300 yards away from the shadowy figures. We turned around and took about two steps before I looked back again. In that one second, the figures had gained about 1/3 of the distance between us, and were closing in fast. Mike and I both screamed profanities and high-tailed it for the house. I shouted "Don't look back!", because the people in the movies that get killed are the ones who look back, but I forgot to remind him of the little knee-high chain that keeps the golf carts from leaving the cart path. As he sprawled on the damp grass I jumped blindly, hoping I would miss the near-invisible chain. I made it, and helped him up, without looking back, and we made it safely inside.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you were our third friend, of course you would have to go see it for yourself, so after a tall glass of water-we weren't into drinking beer yet-we took Kermit outside. After a short briefing, we went to the top of the same hill and let him go down to the scary part. After a few seconds, we heard that same four-letter word, and here came Kermit hustling up the hill. I was a little suprised that he was running so fast, he was a lot less chicken than we were, but there was no way anyone was going to beat me back to the house.&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, we should have done some scientific tests, or taken some pictures, but we were genuinely tired and creeped out. Mostly tired since we had been dancing all night to Rick Springfield cover tunes. So we went back to Kermit's house and crashed. This story was mostly told as a funny icebreaker at boring parties later on, and we never thought much about it as the years passed.&lt;br /&gt;As a closing note, years later when my folks finally joined that country club and I played golf there, I saw the two headstones of the farmer and his wife(who used to own the land a long time ago) that are buried near the 6th tee about 300 yards from where we saw those "shadowy figures". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dualism &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noun [U] FORMAL&lt;br /&gt;-the belief that things are divided into two often very different or opposing parts:Western dualism values mind over body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114707740334189706?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114707740334189706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114707740334189706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114707740334189706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114707740334189706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/prom-nite-frightlol.html' title='Prom Nite Fright....lol...'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114691812020828167</id><published>2006-05-06T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:22:02.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happening day.....</title><content type='html'>went for breakfast today, went for Macdonald's...a long long time since the whole family went for Macdonald's together... after that, went to study, finished a math assignment, assignment 9, actually don't even need to do yet, cause its like the tutorial have'nt even finish going through, don't understand why recently i keep getting impulse to do things out of the blue, when it isn't really neccessary.. studied alone at Mac for about 1 1/2 hour or so then deanna came over, hmm, then the table started to get a little cramp...after which we had a new addition, wirda, when she came, we had to change our table, cause there wasn't anymore space... after and hour or so, deanna had to leave for the airport to meet her dad, then me wand wirda went for lunch break, just when we want to part with deanna, we saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/Pic(065).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28065%29.jpg" width="107" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said it was cute and they stood there for like 5 minutes to admire it, then wirda said she saw shit sticking out from the dog's back side...(she must change her specs, there's something wrong with it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wirda and i had KFC for lunch then we went back to Mac to study, this time we got the cushion seats...after like 10 mins, wirda told me that deanna's dad reach home ready, no need to go airport to meet him...so it was like she was on her way back, then we ask her to come back bpp join us, but then, she didn't reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 an hour later, she came into Mac thinking she could surprise us, however it was like she failed,muhaha...nice try, better luck next time...lols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then something nice happened, we had this lao ti ko hovering around us, it happened to us the last time we studied there as a group too..here's a picture of how he looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/Pic%28066%29.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;everytime we saw him was either he was digging his nose or fidgeting around...disgusting...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just finished eating taiwan smelly beancurd from the pasar malam...nice...but still lose out to taiwan one...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats all for now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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day.....'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114683568634161604</id><published>2006-05-05T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:28:06.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.....</title><content type='html'>okok, finally the academic week is over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is the general election&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond Phua today said that maybe thursday innova giving off-day, cause some teachers involved in the election as officials and etc., not confirmed yet, but hope its true...and and and, i heard from my friend that he was from cresent and the studentds there made him cry, not once but twice, then he couldn't stand it anymore and transfered out...hmm...then he has this 'unique' way of writing, he tilts his body on the right to write with his left hand(he's left handed) he resemble a balancing scale thingy, with his main body as the pivot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today band practice had sectionals, merry widow, hmm, its like i'm starting to see the song in a whole new prospective now, a new interpretation of it, as compared to the Unity's concert, maybe because i playing a different part that i'm able to enjoy the music as a whole and not only one part of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, MR LIM is leaving us, we're going to have a new econs teacher AGAIN!!! this one is from University of Chicago, he speaks like a hooligan...and he will leave us in july to work in wall street...So So So, we're going to change teacher again...MR LIM was quite a nice guy, very patient with us, though we would always go into class with an empty tutorial, he would have prepared the lesson in the most interactive way and continue the lesson...too bad he was just here for attachment from NIE, hope he gets his final posting here and get to teach us again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, tmr is saturday, i'm going out to study and do my lit essay...which is like 4 pages long, how am i ever going to complete it....nevertheless, i would strive to do my best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, its time to play some games, watch tv and sleep, after all, humans do need a break, if not their wouldn't be any meaning to life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114683568634161604?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114683568634161604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114683568634161604' title='0 Comments'/><link 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on the whole was my worse ever since pri 5..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, just realised that chinese has a summer test before the holidays, it was like my class thought it was after the holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somtething real interesting happened in chinese class today, one of my classmate argued with the teacher and said she wanted to drop chinese, chinese teachers being typical would say that "you think without chinese you can go anywhere? you think you can go to university" this part wasnt that bad, until sh tried to reply my friend in chinese because she was like arguing with the teacher in english...the teacher said..."So do you think you can go to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NUH&lt;/span&gt; without chinese...i mean &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NUH&lt;/span&gt;, eeeerrrrrrr, i mean &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NUS&lt;/span&gt;..." my friend quipped and said,"i have no need to go to NUH"...nice one...that was one point for the students...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to tomorrow's band practice, dunno why, but its like i'm challenging myself to improve and prove my status in the band..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it will be off to saturday, settled my plans, i'm going out to study...usual place i guess, however its dependant on the people i'm going to study with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think thats all for now, cant really give much personal response and opinion here, the internet is bugged..and you won't know who's reading your blog entries..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114673920083044506?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114673920083044506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114673920083044506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114673920083044506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114673920083044506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally.html' title='finally..'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114666092634935146</id><published>2006-05-03T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:15:32.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this and THAT !?!?!</title><content type='html'>finally,one big burden is gone, PI...&lt;br /&gt;submitted it today, dunno how it will be...i tried my best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those out there having their mid-year all the best, esp. to unitians, tmr is their 1st paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i beginning to realise that my class people are a diversified group, we al have very different characters except one, that we are slightly better off with our english...i have finally mixed around with the whole class, all the different gangs, found that they aren't what i portray them to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;innova's band practice today, played Sound of Brazil..hmm, lots of 'typo' error, my score got wrong note, think they left out a sharp, then the flutes had their bars labeled wrongly...so they came in wrongly today..then the vice-president asked the J1s today to write on a piece of paper what post we would wish to hold in the next committee, then its like mubarrak immediately dreamt of being the president, so comical, but i will support him...what i want i shaln't tell, i want something that is quite challenging and would bring me one step closer to my dreams(hope its the correct dream)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok...tmr is 2.4km run, if i pass that, i'm done for the napfa...then it's off to games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not that i dont want sms you, but i feel a sense of achievement not smsing you for more than a week...hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114666092634935146?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114666092634935146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114666092634935146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114666092634935146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114666092634935146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-and-that.html' title='this and THAT !?!?!'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114657292118898372</id><published>2006-05-02T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T20:28:41.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking forward, looking backwards</title><content type='html'>its like so long since i last posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, the last weekend was quite fun, with the labour day holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday to saturday was band camp, quite fun, they played treasure hunt, i didn't play because i got the previlege to hide the answers...we hid the answers all ovr school during the ice-breakers and dinner break...it was like hidden in places you wouldn't have thought of, some were so obvious but requires effort as it tedious, others, a little more wit...then after the hunt...some of us watch princess mononoke, now i understand why the song is like so so so sad..&lt;br /&gt;hmm... food for thought... after which, i went to do my homework, and guess what, it was like1am in the morning...three J1s and some J2s went outside the staff room where the wireless was on and did math, PI and and and, my MLG economics quiz...i handed it in like sat morning 3.15am...lol...so hardworking...then 4.30am like that i went to change to school then went down to the track to run, and i ran 2.4km...its like my best ever timing for this year, however its like still way way far from my last year's timing...then went back to use the com and then bath then its like 7am ready...then got to eat breakfast then it would be band practice.. skipped breakfast, went in the room to help with mubarrak's PI, then i was told that i had to conduct the band later...i was like, why me...okok i will try... then i conducted Voyageurs Movement I then so malu la...the band like not looking, then its like cant slow or quicken them, they like on auto mood...then after that the teacher in charge came in, ask the three of us to conduct again, so he can assess or something...then ask us conduct Pasadena...my turn couldn't even go past the 1st 2 bars cause our dear drummer never play according to my tempo, after like 5 mins, then ok le... managed it quite well i think, could have done better though...then it was water bomb...i got bombed like crazy cause i hid the answers for treasure hunt in so difficult to find places...lol...but thats the meaning of TREASURE hunt mah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday went church then went bowling...i managed to clinch individual's 3rd placing.. not bad for someone who doesn't play the game to those frequent bowlers i play with..then met jiayi at night go marina bay eat steamboat.. then at night talked on the phone until 5am plus...then went to sleep, suppose to meet someone the next morning(monday) at 9.45 at cck to go study, in the end i slammed my alarm clock at 8am and went back to sleep, woke up at 9.30am eventually, was like so late...thank god managed to meet at 9.55am...no need angry cause next time i wont late one...&lt;br /&gt;then went bukit panjiang plaza study till like 7pm...so hardworking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week will be a nice week i hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lokking forward to the next public holiday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-13559128.post-114558083512281971</id><published>2006-04-21T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T08:53:55.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is this world coming to????</title><content type='html'>OMG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big big revelation, its getting worse by the day.. visit this blog and you will know what i mean...&lt;a href="http://colinandkero.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://colinandkero.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; what has the world come to..especially gays, i cant stand them, they are just soooooooo disgusting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General election polling date confirm le, May 6..isnt it good to see and make sure that the PAP doesnt get a clean sweep over the political scene here, if not why does the opposition exist...however, singaporeans are too cowardly to make up their own mind, they always choose the safest route to things, in this case, the PAP, because "they gave us a progress package on May 1 leh, see they so good, must vote them then they give us more money..." typical aunties..&lt;br /&gt;people may say singapore is a democratic society, but face it, its only partial. truely democratic societies like the US and etc. see changes in the government every election, where its either the republicans or the democrats, unlike singapore, its only the PAP. the oppositions must deny the PAP of a clean sweep of seats this year, to prove they are capable of mounting a challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114558083512281971?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114558083512281971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><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-13559128.post-114481761944317042</id><published>2006-04-12T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T12:53:39.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It;s wonderful to be young, with clear sight, acute hearing, elastic step, pulses drumming to the march of exhilarating health. But old age has glories that youth cannot know. It is a blessed old age indeed if it ends brightly at evening time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old age celebrates the harvest-youth the sowing. Like fruit in the fall, the harvest of old age will either dry up and wither, or grow mellow and sweeter as it ripens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot escape the advancing years. Youth stays long enough only to strengthen our shoulders for the burdens ahead. Life leads inevitably to the evening time. But the best things are the oldest things-things that heve endured and stood the test of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114481761944317042?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114481761944317042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114481761944317042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114481761944317042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114481761944317042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-wonderful-to-be-young-with-clear.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114424059526592324</id><published>2006-04-05T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T20:36:35.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired...</title><content type='html'>just reached home from innova's band practice...&lt;br /&gt;played Rikudim today, on thebari sax..thought it was easy, so thought can just sight read and bluff through, but that was a terrible mistake...the song is at a fast tempo and there were some tricky rythm, got semi demiquaver..missed it at the first try, but second try got it...&lt;br /&gt;the instructor keep asking me to blow out, he wants to hear me, cause its like there are beats all over the place that only i playing...the notes in the song like low notes then the next note is more than an octave high..then in movement IV, got some sort of soli with 1st alto...hiax...he wants me to play louder than the alto..but i tried my best and am pleased with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr will be a long day, tmr lesson end at 3.40pm, pe last lesson, think its gonna be a 4.8km run..hiax..then some more physical training..lets hope it rains..but pe wouldnt be any better that way...still situps, crunches, pushups and all those training possible in indoors..not any better..then after that have to rush down to unity for a rehearsal for the principal...wierd school...its like sending a concert to the principal for vetting, how much worse can it get...muhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope i will survive this week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-13559128.post-114406891503175413</id><published>2006-04-03T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:55:15.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost...</title><content type='html'>its finally a quarter into y 2006, however, io still cant get a hold of myself, i lost bearing of where i'm headed to and the future looks overwhelmingly bleak for me..&lt;br /&gt;now i dont know who to turn to, everyone is teling me to "follow your heart", however, i dont know what my heart wants..is there a way for me to determine what i really like and really want to do, now every single day, when the sun rise, its a drag to live life, its like i'm being thrown into the desert without and supplies and left there to fend for myself and find my way out...&lt;br /&gt;i just cant relate my feelings to people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes things we do just dont get appreciated,onli when things are lost then the value of it just sky-rocket up the sky, just like when the writer of our pledge died, there was this sudden burst of enthuistism that erupted nation wide to recite the pledge proudly...why must we lost something before we star treasuring them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people just lack the courage to face problems they encounter, why so??&lt;br /&gt;Human Instinct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we go for things that we like or just pursue other things for the sake that it might provide a cosier future??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone out there that is able to help me go through this bleak phrase of life is wholesomely welcomed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114406891503175413?l=aftermathofme.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-13559128.post-114355321247765664</id><published>2006-03-28T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:40:12.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>long long day today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changes always come last minute...thank God we didnt order the flowers yesterday...the plan was axed today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is innova's 2nd cross-country...4.8km run for guys and it has to be completed in 30mins..thats like very stressful loh...try my best, though not in the pink of health...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rumours have been circulating again, lets hope that after i nipped it in the bud today, it will stop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114355321247765664?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114355321247765664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114355321247765664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114355321247765664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/114355321247765664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-114346584733573184</id><published>2006-03-27T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:24:07.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unity's pre-concert assemble performance</title><content type='html'>long day today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the assemble performance at unity, did some props awhile then had a small meeting with hengki, sze jie and jie ying over gifts for the concert..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went lot 1 and teck whye around 6.30pm to check out the prices and qoutations for our orders, surprisingly we found the cheapest and the best in teck whye, a small shop tucked away at one small corner, the lady was nice enough to arrange a preview of the bouqets we wanted, though it wasn't like we were going to purchase them... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/small%20bouqet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/medium%20bouqet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/medium%20bouqet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/small%20bouqet%20(top%20view).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/small%20bouqet%20%28top%20view%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/large%20bouqet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/large%20bouqet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/flower%20garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/flower%20garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now that the flowers are settle, the gifts are next...way to go my helpers, keep it up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114346584733573184?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114346584733573184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114346584733573184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of the level of hecticas compared to SYF, however on the brighter side, its more enjoyable and fun..its unity's very own concert, and its it's debut..better do it well or else the sold out crowds will be demanding a refund..&lt;br /&gt;the prop works for the upcoming unity concert started in the march holidays, by expectations, it should have been done by the holidays, to give more time for practices, somehow, this target never saw through..&lt;br /&gt;with the props almost to completion, there are other things cropping up, things always crop up at times when you could jolly well do without them..&lt;br /&gt;++nova band, from what it seems, is a closely knitted family, however from the information i gathered, its seems to prove otherwise..now i understand why J2s speak bad of the band..that tch expects the band to be glued together at that very instant when students from all parts of the island come together in the band, dont they understand the meaning of LOYALTY?? in their point of view, me coming down to unity to practise for an upcoming concert, a short term thing seems to be a huge huge issue to them...someone just got to knock some common sense into them..&lt;br /&gt;monday got to finalise the gifts and everything..there's a dateline to everything..too bad time is limited..&lt;br /&gt;now i'm starting to get disillusioned about the life in JC, starting to wonder if i had made the wrong turn in life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-114336080749679557?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/114336080749679557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=114336080749679557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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When faced with a problem, are you able to stay reasonably objective or do you internalize the situation? Every individual perceives crises situations differently and thus, handles them differently. People with high self-esteem generally feel confident when faced with unexpected life challenges, while those with lower self-esteem constantly question their ability to cope with them. The good news is that through self-awareness you can work on “the weaker parts” of yourself and unleash your individual talents and uniqueness in all arenas of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming more self-aware is not always easy or fun, however. Individuals must be completely honest with themselves, and this requires patience and perseverance. Low self-esteem may stem from the following: (1) negative childhood experiences, (2) repeating negative patterns in adulthood and (3) feelings of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do newborn babies come into the world worried and distressed or do they come into the world clean and ready to explore? Unfortunately, as children we are unable to choose our environment or upbringing. All we have to go on is what our parents and schoolteachers tell us. Some parents praise their children by saying things like, “I’m proud of you” or “You did a great job.” Others criticize their children by saying things like, “You’re so stupid” or “You should know better than that.” Did you know that children actually pick up their own parents’ fears subconsciously and are victims of their parents’ projections? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now picture a child who was raised in a toxic environment for a moment. In this context, “toxic” means verbally and/or physically abusive surroundings. How does he or she learn to cope? This child has three choices: (1) He or she can follow their parents who lead them like “sheep”, (2) He or she can rebel against their parents or (3) He or she can go back and forth between the two behaviors. The point: when children grow into adolescence, they must find a “balance” between listening to their parents and making their own independent decisions. Toxic parents need to heal themselves so they don’t further contaminate their child’s mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low self-esteem may also stem from negative patterns continued through to adulthood.  Perhaps what you learned as a child is showing up in your own marriage and/or other relationships. Abusive relationships of any kind are “familiar” territory, and this “familiarity” is what perpetuates negative behavioral patterns to begin with. If “daddy” had a bad temper and hit his daughter, for example, that child (who is now an adult) might go out and marry a man just like him, if she fails to break the pattern through self-awareness work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor self-esteem may also arise from “feeling like a failure”. Individuals may perceive a life change or life challenge negatively or incorrectly. For instance, losing a job, doing poorly on an exam, or getting a divorce may feel like “the end of the world” to one person and a “temporary downfall” to the next. Individuals with low self-esteem internalize failure and always look for others to boost them because their environment doesn’t. Good psychotherapy can help. Speaking to a trustworthy expert helps repair a shattered self-image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three tips on how you can boost your self-esteem are worth mentioning here: (1) Recognize your uniqueness, (2) Understand whom the problem belongs to and (3) Open up to someone trustworthy to guide you through the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to recognize your uniqueness, ask yourself the following question and write down your answers: “What am I good / great at?”  If it’s music, writing, swimming or all of these things, right them down. By making a list for yourself, you will soon tap into your true self. The next step is to go out and do those things you love and further develop your skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: understand that deep-rooted negative feelings come from being around toxic people for too long. Remember that critics really criticize what they don’t like about themselves. This is known as the “mirror effect.” Critics are subconsciously saying, “I see in you what I dislike in me.” By understanding that their views belong to them and not to you, your self-esteem is more likely to stay when negative words are said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final tip to boost your self-esteem is to speak to a trusted friend or therapist. By opening up to a good listener who cares about you, you will begin to let go of negative feelings and toxins in the body and feel restored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, until you deal with your self-esteem issues, business success cannot be fully achieved or enjoyed. By working on your self, success must follow. Ignoring your problems and repeating the same patterns is an unhealthy road to nowhere.  Poor self-esteem will linger in all of your business dealings. If you were obliged to behave like a “sheep” following your parents’ demands as a child, you might do the same thing in the workplace and get eaten alive “by wolves”. Take the first step and be honest with yourself about where you are in your life, and especially where you hope to see yourself in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now picture this scenario: You see yourself as a child, struggling in a difficult or unhappy environment. You suddenly experience negative emotions you’ve kept bottled up for years. You discuss your feelings with a close friend or therapist. You find yourself letting go of everything you’ve kept so close to your heart due to feelings of shame. You suddenly feel light, like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You see how you’ve held yourself back from all the wonderful things you have yet to experience in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all beautiful human beings and we each have the right to be who we are. Unfortunately our environment may shape some of us to believe otherwise. The good news: healing comes from within and can be spread once we all recognize that everyone in this world is equal, and should be treated as such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-113940464614604543?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/113940464614604543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=113940464614604543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/113940464614604543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/113940464614604543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/02/overcoming-barriers.html' title='overcoming barriers'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-113940357051589026</id><published>2006-02-08T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:59:30.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crossroads of life..</title><content type='html'>results are due in 2 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least the management in Ijc isn't that heartless, they cancelled school for friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch today with hengky, sze jie and jie ying at seoul garden, wasnt that bad however the service there was like worldclass from the bottom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that of the masses, lots of students who are in the transition period of sec 3 to sec 4 find difficulty in bridgeing the gap, more often in Amath? is it the education system? is it the students themselves? or the teachers aren't capable enough to guide the students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now with the crossroads in life awaiting to be met in 2 days, i'm not that certain of my destiny..am i jc or poly routed?? are my marks going to be something out of the blue? disqualifying me from entering jc? if not so, what are the subjects i'm going to take? continue taking H2 lit and econs? or should i change my combi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just one small fraction of the amount of questions running through my mind now..the answer will be revealed as soon as 10th feb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's all not pray for good results (as it can't be changed already) but for the wisdom to make the correct decision for the following path of life..let's all pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/success%20isn"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/success%20isn%27t%20a%20destination%2C%20its%20a%20journey.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/success%20isn"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-113940357051589026?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/113940357051589026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=113940357051589026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/113940357051589026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/113940357051589026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2006/02/crossroads-of-life.html' title='crossroads of life..'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-112912050926332727</id><published>2005-10-12T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T20:35:09.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very long day...</title><content type='html'>ok, today was a long day, very long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up about 6.30, did a chapter of physics then went out meet denise at 9.15 at bp station, that ang came about ten..we then went mos burger...for the very first time, we were the first there... we studied till about 12, then went foodcourt to eat lunch then went back mos burger to study...aloy joined us after school about two plus, three...we studied till about 6 then left...jalan jalan around plaza then went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i ignored four calls, two starting with 6767.... and HER cellphone number...if you think i'm stupid, i'm not... i know my numbers, i wont pick up your call..never..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too long ago, there was an article about students scolding teachers on the blog, my advice to all those teachers is too reflect and think hard on yourself, relect and remorse on what did you do to incur the wrath of your students..do you think students are so free to even be bothered with you all unless the incident is way past their limit...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;teachers, DON'T PUSH IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should teachers badmouth their students infront of others? if they do it, doesn't it mean that the teacher isn't professional at all, not even after many years in service?? to gossip is human nature, however, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;teachers ought to exercise self-control&lt;/span&gt;.. like any other office workers, i'm very very sure teachers gossip in the privacy of the staff room, saying things that are often negative in nature...teachers being teachers, it is also a natural instinct to rebut on this, saying that they share all this "information" for the betterment of the student...however, isnt it nonsense?&lt;br /&gt;the education world is now rapidly changing, where scoldings and punishments are items belonging to the museum, now, a heart to heart talk to find out exactly whats the problem is the 'in' thing into getting the best possible results in students...the very last thing a student wants to hear is the teacher saying things about them..even students have feelings and self-esteem, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;teachers should take time-off and stimulate the event with role reversal, how would the teacher feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-112912050926332727?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112912050926332727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=112912050926332727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112912050926332727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112912050926332727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2005/10/very-long-day.html' title='very long day...'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-112852625537929241</id><published>2005-10-05T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:30:55.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>measure of intelligence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What is intelligence? Is it the ability to do well in school? Is it the ability to read well and spell correctly? Or are the following people intelligent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- The physician who smokes three packets of cigarettes a day?&lt;br /&gt;- The Nobel Prize winner whose marriage and personal life are in ruins?&lt;br /&gt;- The corporate executive who has ingeniously worked his way to the top and also earned a heart attack for his efforts?&lt;br /&gt;- The brilliant and successful music composer who handled his money so poorly that he was always running from his creditors (incidentally, his name was Mozart)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IQ tests are all bullshit, it isn't accurate at all, it assess only our general intelligence, not our multiple intelligence which is the vital factor to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, prelims are over, results are out, here comes the decision whether or not to enter first 3 months jc, hiax, caught in a dilema..i'm looking forward to the class chalet, sounds interecting though its like it got a cold reponse from the class...22-24nov, coasta sands..&lt;br /&gt;our class t-shirt, hmm, who would have expected that we had a shirt never ever imagined, it looks so professionally designed, so cool....great job to whosoever designed it...2 thumbs up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; "Don't look up to champions, be one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;" If your mind is open, you will never face closed doors."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-112852625537929241?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112852625537929241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=112852625537929241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112852625537929241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112852625537929241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2005/10/measure-of-intelligence.html' title='measure of intelligence'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-112782883385637883</id><published>2005-09-27T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:47:19.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parents to work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should both parents go out to work when children are still very young?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Both Should Not Work&lt;br /&gt;Let’s examine what it costs to raise children. As we have seen, the federal government pegs first-year costs at $6,490 to $13,430. Unreimbursed medical bills for the obstetrician and hospital alone will be $1,200; maternity clothes, nursery furniture, baby-related equipment, clothes, diapers, formula, food, pediatrician, and other expenses constitute the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that excludes day care. If both parents work, add $10,000 to the bill. Thus, you’re looking at perhaps $20,000 in first-year baby costs. At that price, many couples are convinced both parents must produce an income, and if one parent wasn’t working before, the pressure to start is very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is this the right conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s assume our new parents each earn $30,000 a year, for a combined income of $60,000. To maintain their ability to support the family, especially considering the new expenses that come with their baby, they feel both must keep working. But is this second income really necessary for financial survival?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A $30,000 annual income is $2,500 a month. From that, most people spend about $250 a month in commuting costs; this covers either the cost of an automobile and parking fees, or public transportation — your choice.&lt;br /&gt;Also, you’ll spend an average of $125 per month on work clothes. (On-the-job wardrobes extend beyond those who wear uniforms. Office workers buy suits and ties or silk blouses and pantyhose. It all adds up to about the same expense.) You’ll spend an additional $120 per month on lunch, office gifts, and obligatory donations. And don’t forget day care at about $800 per month. In total, you’ll spend $1,300 per month in work-related expenses — about half of one spouse’s total income. “That’s no problem,” you say. “I still net $1,200.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget taxes. If you gross $2,500, you will lose about $1,000 in taxes. Therefore, your net after-tax, after-expense take-home pay is about $200 a month. That’s less than $50 a week. If you work 40 hours a week and devote one hour daily dressing for work and commuting, you’re going through all this for about $1.25 an hour. And that’s on a $30,000 gross income!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets worse. Not only are you netting way below minimum wage, think about all the time you’re not spending with your child and the additional stress added to the family by the fact that both the husband and the wife are working. Who stays home when the baby is sick? Who leaves that important meeting to race to the day care center before it closes? Will it be you or your spouse who takes vacation or sick leave because the plumber is scheduled to stop by? Considering all the non-economic issues affecting the family, does it really make sense for both parents to work?&lt;br /&gt;Five Reasons Why Both Should Work&lt;br /&gt;From this analysis, I may have led you to conclude “no.” But it’s not that simple. Thus far I have presented only half the issue, so let me come to the defense of women who have young children and who work outside the home. There are five reasons why it can make a lot of sense for both Mom and Dad to work:&lt;br /&gt;Reason #1: Protect Your Career&lt;br /&gt;If the wife gives up her job, she could do irreparable damage to her career, because her colleagues (competitors?) who don’t take five years off continue to climb the corporate ladder. &lt;br /&gt;Reason #2: The Lower-Earning Spouse Might Have The Health Insurance Benefits&lt;br /&gt;That’s a very good reason to keep working.&lt;br /&gt;Reason #3: Don’t Forget Retirement Benefits&lt;br /&gt;Women in the U.S. typically retire with lower Social Security benefits than men, because women tend to work fewer years. Ditto for company pension plans; if you quit work for five years, you’ll pay the price later in the form of a sharply lower retirement income. So forget about the small loss today — staying home with the kids can pose a huge economic loss later.&lt;br /&gt;Reason #4: The Parent’s Mental Health&lt;br /&gt;Some people just are not well-suited to stay home with their kids full-time. They need adult interaction. One of my clients, a working mom, had a job whose income was so low she actually spent $35 a week more, net of child-care expenses, than she earned. When I mentioned this to her, she replied, “Well, it’s cheaper than therapy!”&lt;br /&gt;Reason #5: Improve your Child’s Development&lt;br /&gt;A friend who has a little boy once told me, “If my wife were to quit her job and stay home with Billy, he would have a total social circle of one person — his mommy. But in day care, he’s learning social skills by being around 20 other kids.” Point well taken: The value of interpersonal communication skills for a child shouldn’t be dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;So, should you work or stay home? Clearly, it’s not an easy choice. Yet, more and more employers are offering flexibility that might help make it easier than before for both parents to work. Job sharing, flexible work schedules, and working from home are some of the options available in today’s workplace that you should explore as you try to resolve this issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is that you have a choice. Too many parents do not realize that options exist. Too often, parents assume they must work without considering the alternative. To be a success with your financial planning, you always must examine your options. And proper planning is perhaps nowhere more important than when it comes to raising your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-112782883385637883?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112782883385637883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=112782883385637883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112782883385637883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112782883385637883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2005/09/parents-to-work.html' title='parents to work?'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-112774239803052413</id><published>2005-09-26T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:46:39.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cupping phones</title><content type='html'>the top ranking hates in my world consist of many things, one of them includes people who cup my phone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-112774239803052413?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112774239803052413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=112774239803052413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112774239803052413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112774239803052413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2005/09/cupping-phones.html' title='cupping phones'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-112774096497471744</id><published>2005-09-26T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:29:27.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh....</title><content type='html'>now we are all getting back our papers, for those out there it might be a joy, for me, its a time of heartbreak...i lost marks not because of questions i didn't know how to do but because i didn't show my workings, ended up for the three or four warks questions i only got my working mark...that ms wong just circled my working and asked me "HOW?" its like if it were mrs choo, she would have given me my marks, with ms wong, there goes my a1 for e n amaths, now i'm loaded with five extra points because of this...hiax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope the english paper which has yet been returned will come out as a good news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i can't wait for tomorrow for PE, finally its here after a 7 weeks break from it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;" If you can't have it all, at least be comforted to have some "  - s.c. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-112774096497471744?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112774096497471744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=112774096497471744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112774096497471744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112774096497471744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2005/09/argh.html' title='argh....'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-112730679859944201</id><published>2005-09-21T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:46:41.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"today is the step to tomorrow, how you live today will affect tomorrow's happening"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;prelims after-thought;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;" When you tried to achieve your goal and failed, Don't be disappointed, but accept it and stand up - wipe your tears, Study and learn once more time...who knows? You might even achieve more than you've set out for."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is outward beauty more important than inner beauty?&lt;br /&gt;here's one side of the story;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;having been looking forward to asking the general public this question on beauty. I have recently found out that a number of men out there are going crazy for anything in skirt. You need to be told that beauty is just for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;At a particular age, you will not be able to brag about your beauty because it going to fade with time, but character, which is part of you, can always be there because it's what you exhibit everyday. You could be handsome or beautiful, but you're going to have no pride to protect if you meet a critical person who's interested in your character. If you think you're getting married to a beauty queen, you will know the real beauty when supper time becomes, the time for fasting and prayer or the first thing she does in the morning is to get your office clothes rumpled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Why not let us agree that character is the real beauty of any man because it does not fade and it's a pride? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, which is more important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;remember...when beauty fades, only the character remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-112730679859944201?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112730679859944201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=112730679859944201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112730679859944201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112730679859944201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-is-step-to-tomorrow-how-you-live.html' title=''/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-112713930171681423</id><published>2005-09-19T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:15:03.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aftermathofme</title><content type='html'>life isn't all smooth going, just why cant we humans understand this?&lt;br /&gt;is it worth it to die just for a relationship, at thus age, 16?&lt;br /&gt;the world is so huge, why stick yourself and bang your head?&lt;br /&gt;view thing from a third-person view, a bird's eye view of things and you will see light in them..&lt;br /&gt;all things happen because of a cause, find out the cause and learn from them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question, When is it that a couple who truly love each other comes to the point when enough is enough, when its the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer is, NO, NEVER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who want to die out there, let me suggest the best way to die, no pain and it cost nothing, TO DIE OF OLD AGE !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-112713930171681423?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112713930171681423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=112713930171681423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112713930171681423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112713930171681423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2005/09/aftermathofme.html' title='aftermathofme'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-112678904465290511</id><published>2005-09-15T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:57:24.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it simple ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/when%20you"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/when%20you%27re%20going%20through%20hell%2C%20keep%20going.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; simple&lt;/span&gt; smile melts that stone heart&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; laughter warms my heart &lt;div&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; phone call from you makes my day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; word of concern sends me to estacy&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; hug makes me feel loved&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; sentence, 'i love you' makes me love you more&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; rose from you on valentine's day makes me willing to die for you&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; phrase, 'let's break' sends my world to bits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;just how simple can it get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims done midway, way to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;" It is necessary to pass love down from generation to generation but it is wrong to pass hate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;here's the story of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost my birthday, again. The big twenty-nine - another year and I'll be thirty, halfway to sixty. That's a pessimistic way of looking at it! I've been thinking a lot over the last couple of years about experiences I've had, and have come to realize that there are more times than not when I've backed out of the idea of trying something new, through fear of the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a housemate who is my age and unemployed, and quite happy to spend his days and months hunched over his desk in a darkened room playing computer games. He's "trying to find himself", or so he tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent a lot of time over the years burying myself away in night-shift work, and reading books, to avoid the outside world. I want change in my life, and it's something which is happening - slowly - but I'm learning that unless you take courage, and make yourself get out there to experience new things, life will quite happily pass you by, and leave you nothing to show for the years lost besides a memory made of ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a depressing thought, but there's one solution to all this: know that unless you try something, you'll never know what might have been. Think about what you want from life, and then have faith that with some work, and a little patience, things usually always have a habit of working out for the better. Some people never take that first step towards making change happen - if you've done so, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;you're already a winner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;" Most of people's problems are problems because we call them 'problems'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-112678904465290511?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112678904465290511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=112678904465290511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112678904465290511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112678904465290511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2005/09/is-it-simple.html' title='is it simple ??'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-112547005680082520</id><published>2005-08-31T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T14:46:24.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/1600/dont%20let%20what%20you%20cant%20do%20interfere%20with%20what%20you%20can%20do.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8153/1196/320/dont%20let%20what%20you%20cant%20do%20interfere%20with%20what%20you%20can%20do.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; WHY NOT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many will awaken with a fresh sense of inspiration. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why not you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many will open their eyes to the beauty that surrounds them. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why not you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many will choose to leave the ghost of yesterday behind and seize the immeasurable power of today. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why not you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many will break through the barriers of the past by looking at the blessings of the present. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why not you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for many the burden of self-doubt and insecurity will be lifted by the security and confidence of empowerment. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why not you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many will rise above their believed limitations and make contact with their powerful innate strength. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why not you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many will choose to live in such a manner that they will be a positive role model for their children. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why not you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many will choose to free themselves from the personal imprisonment of their bad habits. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why not you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many will choose to live free of conditions and rules governing their own happiness. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why not you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many will find abundance in simplicity. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why not you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many will be confronted by difficult moral choices and they will choose to do what is right instead of what is beneficial. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why not you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many will decide to no longer sit back with a victim mentality, but to take charge of their lives and make positive changes. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why not you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many will take the action necessary to make a difference. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why not you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many will make the commitment to be a better mother, father, son, daughter, student, teacher, worker, boss, brother, sister, &amp;amp; so much more. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why not you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day! Many will seize this day. Many will live it to the fullest. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why not you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 sep is teacher's day, the day we pay tribute to them...thank you for teaching and imparting valuable life skills to us, you are the mould, we are the dough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is comething that totally sums up the contributions from our teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;" All professions can boast but the teacher taught them all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-112547005680082520?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112547005680082520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=112547005680082520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112547005680082520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112547005680082520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-let-what-you-cannot-do-interfere.html' title='don&apos;t let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</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-13559128.post-112506097661986301</id><published>2005-08-26T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T20:56:16.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow never like yesterday</title><content type='html'>k, one whole week at home ready, just sleep eat and study..&lt;br /&gt;how's school i wonder..i'm starting to forget faces already, dont blame me if i dont recognize you when i'm back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's dose of story..here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;STAND UP WARRIOR! DON'T GIVE UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stand up warrior, don't give up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The battle field called life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is waiting for you to return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Despite your bruises and wounds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You must continue to fight on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Despite your broken soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody you can hold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just keep your feet on the ground and stand alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOD watching over you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;His love unfolds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shield yourself with FAITH, HOPE &amp; LOVE;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even if you fall many times, don't give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With your determination to move forward, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You may soon realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trials are a blessing in disguise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In this world, the battlefield called life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be a warrior is not an easy task. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the face of combat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The best guides are FAITH, HOPE &amp;amp; LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stand up warrior, don't give up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Expect more trials to come, arise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't lose your attention, be on the right track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't let yourself depart from the path you're taking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No holding back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stand up warrior, don't give up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13559128-112506097661986301?l=aftermathofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112506097661986301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13559128&amp;postID=112506097661986301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112506097661986301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13559128/posts/default/112506097661986301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftermathofme.blogspot.com/2005/08/tomorrow-never-like-yesterday.html' title='tomorrow never like yesterday'/><author><name>memoriesofme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09996067249366144700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
