<?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-1214329617736184687</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:09:55.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ice Prince</title><subtitle type='html'>Fresh, New, Exuberant.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-1318563581319662671</id><published>2010-10-21T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:00:55.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Revival (Or Not)</title><content type='html'>Good Evening Peeps. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/TMBTNMA_OOI/AAAAAAAACGk/hic75-Xh03Q/s1600/2uthzcj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/TMBTNMA_OOI/AAAAAAAACGk/hic75-Xh03Q/s320/2uthzcj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone here to start with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deeply sincerely apologize for not updating this hell-ridden space of mine because I was too caught up with lots of stuff and whatnot college nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm actually posting this in the midst of my AS Finals Examination. =C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been a real roller coaster this past few weeks or so. Really, it's like reaching the pinnacle of something and dropping down so steep you didn't know it was coming. Exactly how I feel, tqvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. As they say, you don't always get what you want. And I believe this is all a test to make me stronger. And I will be at the end of it, I just know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I had a good start to my Uni applications. =D . And let's hope this carries on. Imperial! Edinburgh! Liverpool! Aberdeen! =D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, this is just to inform you people (undetermined) that I'm alive albeit disappointed with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm alive yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't think I'll be updating this blog until its revival. Maybe after AS exams I'll think about it. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-1318563581319662671?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/1318563581319662671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/10/revival-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/1318563581319662671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/1318563581319662671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/10/revival-or-not.html' title='The Revival (Or Not)'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/TMBTNMA_OOI/AAAAAAAACGk/hic75-Xh03Q/s72-c/2uthzcj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-3764220132865807136</id><published>2010-05-07T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:56:42.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intense Vasoconstriction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pointless it is, pointless it willl be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S-PSeyDn0EI/AAAAAAAACGU/CT4URnX4jcU/s1600/gallery_10_1592_5184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S-PSeyDn0EI/AAAAAAAACGU/CT4URnX4jcU/s320/gallery_10_1592_5184.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People used to tell me that there was no point getting worked up over nothing. But it's funny watching those people become total hypocrites when such situations arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies, deceit and pity. I wonder which inflicts more misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I'd have great friends in college. Only to see everyone fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda realize how I'm never in a group. No one actually considers me part of "the gang" or "the group". And I have to force myself in, making myself look all that stupid and somewhat pitiful. I'm sick of it, to be honest. And I'm not going to make myself drop down to six feet under. I'm fine, even if no one remembers asking me to join them for lunch. And I've decided to take a step further. If you don't want me in, be my guest. I couldn't give a shit about people who don't give a shit about me or how I feel. Period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you. I don't need your pity. I don't need you to act as if you forgot to ask. I don't need a group to survive. In fact, I've pretty much been a lone ranger my whole life. It's high time I realize that maybe, just maybe I'm meant to be a lone ranger forever. Don't act as if you care. Because I know you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 10 years time, I'm gonna be a freaking surgeon. And then, I'll show you that success doesn't need company. And when the time comes, you'll be begging me to save you. And that's where I remind you that you're nothing but a piece of disposable waste material to me. Egoistical? So what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Rule of thumb - study my ass out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-3764220132865807136?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/3764220132865807136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/05/intense-vasoconstriction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/3764220132865807136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/3764220132865807136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/05/intense-vasoconstriction.html' title='Intense Vasoconstriction'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S-PSeyDn0EI/AAAAAAAACGU/CT4URnX4jcU/s72-c/gallery_10_1592_5184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-8882452440995060643</id><published>2010-04-20T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:00:30.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grounded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like, literally.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S813zWSOt8I/AAAAAAAACGE/E1RAhxPpA2w/s1600/YE0.9433320_28988_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S813zWSOt8I/AAAAAAAACGE/E1RAhxPpA2w/s400/YE0.9433320_28988_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how life just LOVESSSS to screw you upside down inside out when you just had a good time? Well karma certainly has its ways. And here I am, stuck in London due to some volcano eruption in Iceland emitting ash clouds and preventing yours truly from flying back to Malaysia. Amazing? Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much boreddd here. I know. You'll be going like &lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"WTH MANNN you're in LONDONNN"&lt;/i&gt; . But yeah, it's not about the place. It's the atmosphere. It no more feels like a holiday. Heck I should be in college. =C . And somehow I want to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. As they say, make the best of what you have. Muahaha. I should start stalking &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/b&gt; players. =X . I live near them. Maybe I could kill Ancelotti. Then United will win the title. =D. Weeeeeee. Or sabotage Terry. Wait. He's already sabotaged. =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess &lt;b style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Fish and Chips&lt;/b&gt; for lunch isn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. Everytime I buy something, I multiply it by 5 and feel so disheartened. Lol. Minus the fact electronics are somewhat a little cheaper here than back home. Ipod Touch? 120 pounds. Wthhhh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queerness exceeds expectations sometimes, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to leave this place a.s.a.p or I'll get withdrawal symptoms. Yikes. =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to develop an accent. Lol. Cheerssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, before I leave to watch some BBC News hoping I can fly back soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A belated &lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/b&gt; wish to one of the most important girl in my life currently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S814QejtBdI/AAAAAAAACGM/swFY23E_CBs/s1600/5E0.9484208_28988_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S814QejtBdI/AAAAAAAACGM/swFY23E_CBs/s400/5E0.9484208_28988_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jessica Jung Soo Yeon!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For being one of the reasons Im so into SNSD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't really like her at first but after watching the SJ M's Super Girl MV,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She got me hookeedddd. =D. Yeppooo Siccaaaaaa. =D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sica in &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;red dress&lt;/span&gt; = win! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you get more rest, have a wonderful life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Forget Josh Hartnett, marry me. =D&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Continue producing albums until I can see you live. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes when I'm down, videos of you in variety shows just never fails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your caring nature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your cold exterior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your sharp eyes, luscious lips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your indefinite decisions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your perfect S-line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your cute dolphin screams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your ever-so-hawt &lt;strike&gt;sister&lt;/strike&gt; voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your hate for cucumbers. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lol. I really hope I'll be able to see you soon! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Ice Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol. Omg. I think that's the longest dedication I've ever given a person. =D. Oh well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I hope you peeps are having fun in Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Good Luck! =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-8882452440995060643?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/8882452440995060643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/04/grounded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/8882452440995060643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/8882452440995060643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/04/grounded.html' title='Grounded'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S813zWSOt8I/AAAAAAAACGE/E1RAhxPpA2w/s72-c/YE0.9433320_28988_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-1654444033225646863</id><published>2010-04-14T00:00:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:00:01.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Far Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes. I'm posting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S71JlMeLueI/AAAAAAAACF8/lXA1FxNT8BA/s1600/28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S71JlMeLueI/AAAAAAAACF8/lXA1FxNT8BA/s400/28.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not from Edinburgh. I'm making use of the scheduled post function which I've never used before. =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging early is just not my thang but yeah. This is an exemption. Note the rap lingo wannabe. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by the time you &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/b&gt; read this sheez, I'm half-way across the world in the land of kilts and haggis. None of which I'm really interested in. But yeah, not much of a choice anyway. I guess I just needed time off my hectic college life which is sapping all my insides and making me get some major &lt;i&gt;angina pectoris&lt;/i&gt; etc. etc. etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I'm actually typing this some time back. So forgive the laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, semester break isn't exactly very break-ish with assignments and homework piling up faster than you can say ho-li-day. So I'm bringing books. Killjoy really. But I guess I'll try to enjoy as much as possible. Won't have any more breaks till after sem 1 exams. =X . &lt;strike&gt;Shit. &lt;/strike&gt;Sem 1 exams. Arghhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I guess I better leave hereeee. =) . I hope everyone is well and happyyyy and doing fine. I'll buy souvenirs. =D. Enjoy the after-diagnostics for some of you and the events and stuff. =) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And to the girl who I'm supposed to kill because she knows way too much about me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/b&gt; and have a wonderful, exciting and enjoyable one. Much better without me hor? =C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you guys missed me! =D. Awwwwwwwwww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Peace out. =) &lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-1654444033225646863?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/1654444033225646863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/04/far-far-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/1654444033225646863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/1654444033225646863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/04/far-far-away.html' title='Far Far Away'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S71JlMeLueI/AAAAAAAACF8/lXA1FxNT8BA/s72-c/28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-2918403113983846135</id><published>2010-04-03T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:41:26.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Stress-induced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S7bi7TSTJPI/AAAAAAAACF0/TEBYbJYJk6Q/s1600/SNSD_RunDevilRun_FULL_HDavi-00040.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S7bi7TSTJPI/AAAAAAAACF0/TEBYbJYJk6Q/s400/SNSD_RunDevilRun_FULL_HDavi-00040.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly deeply apologizes for the immense lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College has been rather stressful but I'll live. Not like I have a choice anyway. It feels good getting to know my class better. And I can start seeing factions and groups etc. Somehow, I don't feel united.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectic is clearly an understatement at this rate. And sometimes, I just want to lie down and rest. But time is not on my side usually. Oh well. I"m feeling more and more detached from PM 5 as time goes by. Although I'm pretty sure its supposed to work the other way but somehow at times, I just find the class burdensome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I feel guilty of not studying for Thinking Skills, I'd better take a leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: lime;"&gt;When time collides with emotions, what happens?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-2918403113983846135?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/2918403113983846135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/04/hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/2918403113983846135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/2918403113983846135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/04/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S7bi7TSTJPI/AAAAAAAACF0/TEBYbJYJk6Q/s72-c/SNSD_RunDevilRun_FULL_HDavi-00040.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-44939507459824494</id><published>2010-03-11T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:00:30.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;I promise myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S5ii5uAnnRI/AAAAAAAACFs/WKUHnipqnUU/s1600-h/study4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S5ii5uAnnRI/AAAAAAAACFs/WKUHnipqnUU/s400/study4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I will not make the same mistake ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I will get all A* for my AS and A2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I will be top in the world for Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I will get into UCL. By hook or by crook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I will be a surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S5ii5uAnnRI/AAAAAAAACFs/WKUHnipqnUU/s1600-h/study4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes, forgetting and letting go is the most difficult things to do in this world. Especially disappointments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-44939507459824494?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/44939507459824494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/03/promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/44939507459824494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/44939507459824494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/03/promise.html' title='Promise'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S5ii5uAnnRI/AAAAAAAACFs/WKUHnipqnUU/s72-c/study4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-349620238298406015</id><published>2010-03-10T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:43:18.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Examination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The ironic part about it all is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S5ehz_kIOvI/AAAAAAAACFU/0U1zrN7Yl_o/s1600-h/IMG_2688.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S5ehz_kIOvI/AAAAAAAACFU/0U1zrN7Yl_o/s400/IMG_2688.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell can't we check our results online or through sms like our plkn or stpm? Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, D-Day tomorrow. Am I ready? &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;Hell no.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought that I literally threw my last two years in secondary school away. Deteriorating studies and really bad decisions. All resulting in a total waste of time and under-accomplishments. I succeeded in virtually nothing and did badly in everything. So yeah, I'm not really expecting much from the results. Really. I caused my own misery too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm buckling up and doubling my effort probably tripling it for my A Levels. No more "waste-of-time" activities and stupid thoughts. Until today, I still regret starting and ending things. So many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wish me luck and lets hope I'll get enough for that full scholarship. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My stomach's gonna burst, literally. =X&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-349620238298406015?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/349620238298406015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/03/high-school-examination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/349620238298406015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/349620238298406015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/03/high-school-examination.html' title='High School Examination'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S5ehz_kIOvI/AAAAAAAACFU/0U1zrN7Yl_o/s72-c/IMG_2688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-4295396249459328004</id><published>2010-03-05T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:00:51.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Freeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and for once in my life, i thought i did well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ticked it one by one, cross-checking with the answers in my head as I stare at the questions. Question by question, making sure I don't make a mistake. As I calculate the marks, I pass the paper back to Kiran. Seeing his score, I expected no better of myself. And once again, the only thing on my head was pure disappointment. Pure dismay and the prospect of disbelief. Cindy shouted across the classroom for me to take my paper. I closed my eyes, a silent prayer ringing in my head. Please? I took the paper from her hands and thank our ever responsible class rep. As I flipped the paper over, I was wondering if it was all a dream. That I was only seeing numbers I wanted to see and not actual figures. Then I counted again and again, and again and again and I realized Cindy forgot to mark another question, raising my total. I tapped my calculator furiously, trying to find the final percentage, my final score, the end point of my effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I smiled sincerely. For once.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S5EAdTGJ5iI/AAAAAAAACFM/WoFAm7XLgGI/s1600-h/105tb92.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S5EAdTGJ5iI/AAAAAAAACFM/WoFAm7XLgGI/s400/105tb92.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College has been a real test of patience, emotion and physical strength in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to be a big shot, everyone wants a piece of the cake. And no matter how much I enjoy watching, I have to grab the limelight before its too late. =) . I'm so over not being chosen as a committee member of pre-med society but yeah I'm really happy Joyce got chosen as Secretary. She really deserves it. =D. The most organized person I know ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm going for &lt;b style="color: lime;"&gt;Ed Board &lt;/b&gt;once again. =) . And I was so excited to see Ms. Fiona a.k.a Thinking Skills teacher as head advisor. =D. I hope I get a place. It seems really fun and with a magazine name as cool as "Carpe Diem", who doesn't want a place? That in addition to being active in pre-med and leader's club should be enough I suppose. =) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love friday futsal sessions with the PM5-ers and the PM8-ers. =D. I'm improving bit by bit I guess. Although I'm pretty sure I'm still the lousiest player on the court. Training training training. And I'm glad my muscles don't ache like freaking hell after each session no more. Proves I'm fitterrrr. Either that or I freaking don't run =_____= . The former please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort or prepping myself up for Uni interviews. Call me kiasu but university is really really the vital point or should I say the pinnacle of my life. I need it badly. And I'm not settling for anything below Edinburgh. Hopefully I'll get into UCL but yeah even if I do get a place I'll probably be headed to the land of kilts and scottish whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus concludes my ever boring oneofakind crappy life. But yeah. I guess I'm more stable in a way now. Everything's sort of falling into place slowly but surely. And for once, I'm making it happen for myself. =) . Where did I get my inspirations? Lemons, music and a whole lotta Chinese tea. =) . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;11th March anybody? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-4295396249459328004?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/4295396249459328004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/03/like-freeze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/4295396249459328004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/4295396249459328004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/03/like-freeze.html' title='Like Freeze'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S5EAdTGJ5iI/AAAAAAAACFM/WoFAm7XLgGI/s72-c/105tb92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-5967006225813605606</id><published>2010-02-26T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:24:24.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike Three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I believe my life is still very screwed up. Thank you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S4e50y8B1FI/AAAAAAAACFE/5FeCv3KSbXw/s1600-h/1231471165z1ex5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S4e50y8B1FI/AAAAAAAACFE/5FeCv3KSbXw/s400/1231471165z1ex5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me all you want but I have issues. Self-issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One disappointment after another. It's like a rolling ball or a force at constant velocity. It never stops. Why? I tried so hard. I thought I did well once again only to be pulled down below Earth. I'm not good enough for this world. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please stop. Please? I can't take it any longer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought today was a fun day. All till I came home and there was the email staring at me. Now. What did I do wrong this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One after another. Let's hope it stops. Before the dreaded SPM day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is my destiny already set from day one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrug in silence, the oscillating fan above me spins like a top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #20124d;"&gt;It's a blessing in disguise. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-5967006225813605606?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/5967006225813605606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/02/strike-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/5967006225813605606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/5967006225813605606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/02/strike-three.html' title='Strike Three.'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S4e50y8B1FI/AAAAAAAACFE/5FeCv3KSbXw/s72-c/1231471165z1ex5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-6227804076917344535</id><published>2010-02-21T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:37:47.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ready. set. go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S4AU-PTjQnI/AAAAAAAACE8/PyvMQVh17ZQ/s1600-h/img0404201002150243292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S4AU-PTjQnI/AAAAAAAACE8/PyvMQVh17ZQ/s400/img0404201002150243292.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts are mellow, yes I know. They're rather repetitive, I know that as well. And whether I like it or not, they're boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, my desire for blogging stems from real melancholic feelings at times. It's like finding a clear space out of no where. When emotions override thoughts, that's when I feel at ease to type out my heart's desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So the nice little red X button is on the top right hand corner of your screen. Just click it, I won't mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I induce my own stress and misery ever so often, it's habitual. I forget that I am only human at times. I try and try but fail and fail. For what it's worth, one disappointment after another isn't exactly a fine situation to be in. Overconfidence is my problem as well I think. Things I appear confident in happen to be things I fail the most at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not intelligent by nature. Neither am I physically capable of a lot of things. I can't do sports. I'm a jack of no trades, master of nothing. I'm what people define as a defect. I don't even know what I'm good at, in hope that my faith in everyone having something special about them exists. Maybe I'm special. I'm special because I'm not special in any way. It's like being good for nothing. At least, that's good at something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yet, I try and try but fail and fail. The more I try, the more I fail.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Failure isn't my middle name anymore, it's who I am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, failure is the mother of success. Let's hope this mum isn't infertile in any way. I'm already feeling like crap after a string of poor results of expectations. Lets just say that 8.0 for IELTS was a real knife in the heart. Best of all? The part I was confident in got the lowest, and the part I was not confident at all got a good score. Maybe it's God's way of telling me that no matter how hard I try, I'll get played over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not good enough for this world maybe. Suddenly, I'm scared.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging onto a rope so tight a twist would make it split. It's even weaker than the crappy glycosidic bond between carbohydrate chains. =C . I envy disulphide bonds. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life revolved around being the best, but I was never there.&lt;br /&gt;My life revolved around being no.1, but I wasn't even no.10.&lt;br /&gt;My life revolved around being efficient, but I'm careless.&lt;br /&gt;My life revolved around looking good, but I made myself look like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;My life revolved around power, but I'm so weak.&lt;br /&gt;My life revolved around intelligence, but I lack of it so much it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My life revolved around friendliness, but I'm hostile by nature.&lt;br /&gt;My life revolved around standing out, but all I look like is an ADHD kid.&lt;br /&gt;My life revolved around impressing people, but I'm nothing more than a disappointment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My life revolved around a successful high school life, but I screwed my last two years.&lt;br /&gt;My life revolved around being a doctor, a surgeon, but seeing how things are, I'm having doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My life revolved around being human, but I failed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my kiasu-ness has worsen my condition. In more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some resolutions before the new year and I'm planning to stick to it by hook or by crook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my hometown when my aunt distributed some fortune cookies. I'm never a firm believer in superstitions but I pray a lot, only my friends and family don't know. Everyone got rather accurate fortune cookie readings. As I teared open my packet and cracked my fortune cookie into half. I was afraid more than anything. Afraid that my destiny was set out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You are loyal to friendship and responsible to love" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic really. But yeah, it happens to be the two things I hold dearly at times but like I said before, the things that I fail most at. How fate plays its part in my life really annoys me at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of you are going "why is this guy complaining about his life when he has everything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people I know think I'm some genius. No I'm not and it's proven time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people I know think I'm good at everything when in fact I'm good at nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people I know think I'm some holy person when I believe I sin more than I not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the time being, all I can do is fold my palms, concentrate hard and say my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For I've screwed up my life literally.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's time to put it back on track. Spiritually, mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Game on, Weixing. Game on. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-6227804076917344535?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/6227804076917344535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-much-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/6227804076917344535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/6227804076917344535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-much-heaven.html' title='Too Much Heaven'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S4AU-PTjQnI/AAAAAAAACE8/PyvMQVh17ZQ/s72-c/img0404201002150243292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-5304989197557532298</id><published>2010-02-13T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:24:16.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seollal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another year has come and gone. The lunar calendar, that is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S3awmymbpRI/AAAAAAAACEk/2HJ0UFwgFiU/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S3awmymbpRI/AAAAAAAACEk/2HJ0UFwgFiU/s400/4.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeputaaaa! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What do fireworks, pineapple tarts, reunion dinners and money packets have in common?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;DEEPAVALI&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;HARI RAYA!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stupid but yeah, I think this 1Malaysia concept existed way before Mr. PM started it. Pfft. Talk about national fruit, we even have a national biscuit, pineapple tarts. You can find them during CNY, Hari Raya, Deepavali and Christmas. Anytime, anywhere. Voila.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so its pre-CNY and yours truly is waiting to embark on a journey to a faraway land in petaling street known as "the temple". It is there that yours truly shall seek enlightenment and pray for everlasting good health and success in &lt;strike&gt;love&lt;/strike&gt; studies and life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thus I have concluded that underestimation is the mother of all failures. Need I say more to the fact that I didn't touch the SAT book until the morning of the test itself. Oh well. At least I'm in the top 12% of the nation or something like that. That's not bad for a guy who has zero time to study 300 vocab american words with no familiarity whatsoever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What's next? IELTS. Now this is important. But yeah, once again yours truly did not put any effort whatsoever into studying for it. I mean, its an English test, what's there to study? I was so wronggggggg. I should've done some practices, get used to the questions etc. I hope I get at least an 8.5 out of 9. Ambitious but achievable nonetheless. =D. I'm worried about my speaking test actually. =X . Friday it is. I can't wait really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once again, I'm put into a dead dead situation. It happens every CNY. Gosh. =X .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Balik kampung trip to Batu Gajah tomorrow! =D. I love the peace and serenity that engulfs that place. It's so calm. Away from the hustle and bustle of the busy bustling city. And Daniel and Elliot will be joining us. =D. Those two are cute. =D. I'm still thinking of ways to entertain them. Hopefully they dont get bored or cry in the car. =C.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So goodbyeee people and let the year of the tigerr be one to remember! =D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Seollal =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;I'm glad I'm over oranges. Maybe they should introduce a new fruit for cny.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Lemon maybe? I love lemons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-5304989197557532298?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/5304989197557532298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/02/seollal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/5304989197557532298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/5304989197557532298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/02/seollal.html' title='Seollal'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S3awmymbpRI/AAAAAAAACEk/2HJ0UFwgFiU/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-6205747219221244546</id><published>2010-02-06T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:01:02.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IELTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;when the sky seems green.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S20qDZWFN8I/AAAAAAAACEc/LtdY-7rusi4/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S20qDZWFN8I/AAAAAAAACEc/LtdY-7rusi4/s640/1.jpg" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm too lazy to summarize my week. Gosh, lets just say I feel a whole lot more relaxed right now. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The CAL Orientation Party was a blast! We, PM5 totally rock la. We're the loudest people there and the loudest person is none other than Zhu Yen the noisy one. Lol. The food was shittay, the games were pure crap and I think the previous student council was awful, no offense. Let's hope the recently elected ones will be better! =D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Which reminds me. Lol. Rajah won mannn. This guy was the only guy not to campaign and go around distributing lollipops or tissues or chocolates. Instead he did it the "tai yee long" way. One banner, red spray paint and barely any posters. Lol. And he won. Most of the people I voted won! =D. Li Linggggg!!!!! Joey Joey intro intro properly. =P . No money, find Chong Yee! Lol. I thought of spoiling all my votes earlier but some of their campaigns were really good and entertaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And I had my IELTS Speaking test on Thursday, explaining the fact I couldn't join the guys for futsal. And I should've joined the gang to Sunway to sing karaoke. Lol. But I hate singing so yeah. I heard Han Jun and Derrick are good singers. Ahhhhhh. Lol. Oh wellll.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This morning I had my IELTS Reading, Writing and Listening test. I saw Xin Wei, the NC1 legendary cadet taking the test as well! Gosh I hated the Listening test. Heavy, thick accent and they only play the tape once. Pfft. I was practically copying almost everything the tape played. I missed a point I think due to a one-second blank-out. The Reading was fine, some confusing parts of course because of the high standard of English. I loved the Writing topic so yeah. I think it was fine. I'm aiming for a perfect 9.0 of course. Lol. But I'll settle for 8.5, no less. Actually the requirement for UK is a 7.5/7.0 but yeah, it's supposed to be my lingua franca or something like that. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Rough week, don't you think? And that's just the start of it all. Uncountable stressed out moments, tension situations and self-induced emotional pain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;CNY is around the corner. And suddenly it's so quiet laa. Nobody is back. =C . Only the annoying Xia and I left. And Batu Gajah to look forward to. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Art, like morality starts by drawing the line somewhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;I've drawn the dots, do me the favour please?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-6205747219221244546?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/6205747219221244546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/02/ielts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/6205747219221244546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/6205747219221244546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/02/ielts.html' title='IELTS'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S20qDZWFN8I/AAAAAAAACEc/LtdY-7rusi4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-1038113895165261500</id><published>2010-02-02T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:59:01.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filamentous</title><content type='html'>describes the structure of collagen/fiber proteins/triple helix proteins.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S2gfqjfCHqI/AAAAAAAACEM/geNgF4wm32Q/s1600-h/IMG_7862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S2gfqjfCHqI/AAAAAAAACEM/geNgF4wm32Q/s400/IMG_7862.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've decided that it's worth it. Every second of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Long. Strenuous and effortful. I will persevere because I feel this is the right thing. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For wait I shall, to achieve what I may or may not achieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To have what I may or may not end up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;To challenge destiny. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-1038113895165261500?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/1038113895165261500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/02/filamentous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/1038113895165261500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/1038113895165261500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/02/filamentous.html' title='Filamentous'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S2gfqjfCHqI/AAAAAAAACEM/geNgF4wm32Q/s72-c/IMG_7862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-7485076170967268854</id><published>2010-01-30T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:30:36.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Standards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the epitome of it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S2RPv8IfszI/AAAAAAAACEE/rBw2DiYsIzM/s1600-h/1238947821_DSC_4790_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S2RPv8IfszI/AAAAAAAACEE/rBw2DiYsIzM/s400/1238947821_DSC_4790_1.JPG" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I broke a promise I made to myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I hate who I am right now. I hate how I feel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This isn't just another FML situation. It's more serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Using college to distract myself isn't exactly the smartest move I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Because honestly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It. just. got. worse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&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/1214329617736184687-7485076170967268854?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/7485076170967268854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/double-standards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/7485076170967268854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/7485076170967268854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/double-standards.html' title='Double Standards'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S2RPv8IfszI/AAAAAAAACEE/rBw2DiYsIzM/s72-c/1238947821_DSC_4790_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-7489007550448279445</id><published>2010-01-29T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:44:58.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Inflicted Misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lying to oneself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S2MCJSgntMI/AAAAAAAACD8/DbgLQl8vLPg/s1600-h/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S2MCJSgntMI/AAAAAAAACD8/DbgLQl8vLPg/s400/5.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be more painful than slitting one's wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, I'm forgotten. I should stop lying to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And going for the impossible. Because I don't know if I can take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 10 seconds of down-feelings whenever it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something so clear, yet yours truly being nothing but defiant. I'm no more it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*closes eyes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be the number 1 idiot in this world, unbeknown to mankind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-7489007550448279445?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/7489007550448279445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/self-inflicted-misery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/7489007550448279445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/7489007550448279445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/self-inflicted-misery.html' title='Self-Inflicted Misery'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S2MCJSgntMI/AAAAAAAACD8/DbgLQl8vLPg/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-2983849982201782775</id><published>2010-01-25T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:56:17.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Pretty Pleasey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;this is where I go begging for mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S114i-2jErI/AAAAAAAACD0/3cJsuzwgxQY/s1600-h/341761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S114i-2jErI/AAAAAAAACD0/3cJsuzwgxQY/s400/341761.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please by god's will or whoever up there looking after me, HELP ME pass my driving test tomorrow! =C . I can't afford to retake the test next week and miss another Biology practical. Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee!! =C. I'm damn scared. Overhyped yes I know but yeah I'm freaking scared. Stupid omfgwthbbqvcddvdsnsdohohohoh bukit crap. Pleaseeeeeeee laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. T______T . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel more pressured than SPM. Not like I bothered about SPM in the first place. =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pass. Please pass. If I don't update tomorrow, you know I failed. Which is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Im praying hard. VERY VERY HARD. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-2983849982201782775?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/2983849982201782775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/pretty-pretty-pleasey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/2983849982201782775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/2983849982201782775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/pretty-pretty-pleasey.html' title='Pretty Pretty Pleasey'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S114i-2jErI/AAAAAAAACD0/3cJsuzwgxQY/s72-c/341761.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-3332262352508930933</id><published>2010-01-15T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:05:01.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Med Class 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;So, tertiary education it is. HMMMM.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S1Bn3vgjQZI/AAAAAAAACDs/Dj9h6UPI3GM/s1600-h/14-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S1Bn3vgjQZI/AAAAAAAACDs/Dj9h6UPI3GM/s400/14-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly is currently a Cambridge A' Levels student in Taylors University College. =D. I'm in class PM5. And my classmates are really REALLY smart, like &lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;REALLY REALLY DAMN SMART&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I feel so intimidated. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I'm still getting used to moving around campus and getting to classes. B22 is a hell lot of distance to the labs. Pfft. I'm loving The Web for its free internet to check my kpop news. =P. I love the fact food is so near and the feeling of not wearing uniforms. =D. Am loving the follow-you printing concept. And omgwthbbqvcddvdsnsd I forgot to print chem notes yesterday. Pfft. Almost got screwed in chem class today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me. My lecturers are somewhat cool! =D. Lets recall. Charismatic Ms. Shoba for Maths and class mentor, funny Mr. Seo for physics, bubbly Ms. Le-Na for biology, experienced Ms. Kwek for chem, witty Ms. Fiona for thinking skills and last but not least Ms. Patma for LAN. All in all its a big leap of experience and teaching capabilities compared to high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time management is the crappiest thing in the world currently. Talk about keeping up with my class smarties, finishing assignments, self-study, studying for SAT and making sure I don't forget to get up early, to collect stuff and to check my portal every now and then. Lets just say that for the first time, I haven't touched Fifa 10 for a whopping 4 days or haven't actually been on messenger or actively on facebook. Its usually college, homework, study, sleep. I'm eating a whole lot less as well. I don't know why I just don't feel like eating. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't figure out how my brothers appeared so relaxed in college when I'm tense like crap. And they got into superb universities as well. Everyday that I don't read, my class is a whole half-chapter ahead of me. If I do 10 questions, they did 20. Very encouraging, yes I know. To make me work harder. But it's taxing on my mind I guess. Strive I will to succeed. I definitely need to up my ante. No more soshified/diadem/kpop videos till CNY break and after that no more till semester break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes. I can feel my life seeping away slowly but surely. Kill me already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Damn. 9 pm already? Time to hit the books. Yes. I think I've studied more in this week than the whole form 5. FML. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Current status: Hating AC's food. Guangggggg, where's the economy rice place you always talk about? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-3332262352508930933?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/3332262352508930933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/pre-med-class-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/3332262352508930933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/3332262352508930933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/pre-med-class-5.html' title='Pre-Med Class 5'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S1Bn3vgjQZI/AAAAAAAACDs/Dj9h6UPI3GM/s72-c/14-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-4786795622935511970</id><published>2010-01-11T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:55:12.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;im so there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S0s7igPHWGI/AAAAAAAACDk/bfFKzfmiRvA/s1600-h/hyomin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S0s7igPHWGI/AAAAAAAACDk/bfFKzfmiRvA/s400/hyomin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Thats not Sica. Thats Hyomin from T-Ara. And she's yeppo! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quote last post:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One small thing to be done before college. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Checked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm ready, mentally and physically to start a new journey. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Bon voyage. Himnae! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-4786795622935511970?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/4786795622935511970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/4786795622935511970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/4786795622935511970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S0s7igPHWGI/AAAAAAAACDk/bfFKzfmiRvA/s72-c/hyomin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-4322653729081377510</id><published>2010-01-10T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:42:07.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banjjak banjjak. =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S0mBi8_nrAI/AAAAAAAACDc/dsTQ4yTbnF0/s1600-h/you-are-beautiful-poster-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S0mBi8_nrAI/AAAAAAAACDc/dsTQ4yTbnF0/s640/you-are-beautiful-poster-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You're Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've watched plenty of korean, japanese, taiwanese and hong kong drama. And somehow I think I found my genre. Haha. Amazing how the shows I like e.g. My Lucky Star, Boys Over Flowers and now You're Beautiful have very similiar storylines. =) . But its all about character development. Lets just say Geum Jandi vs Goo Mi Nyu = tie! =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The songs were amazing in this show, similiarly to BOF. OST is one to &lt;strike&gt;download&lt;/strike&gt; get. I like the concept they use as in the idol group concept which shows how popular idol groups are these days. =) . It somehow illustrates the behind-the-scenes lives of idols. And so similiarly to BOF, Tae Kyung reminds me of Jun Pyo and Shin Woo of Ji Hoo. Its so similiar actually. They have really yeppo actresses as well, Kim So Eun from BOF and UEE for You're Beautiful. Ahhhh. Eye candy helps in concentration. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm glad I managed to finish all episodes before college starts. =) . It's gonna be all serious mode from college onwards. I think this is going to be one of my last drama, maybe forever considering I'll be rather busy. Ahhh. What a way to end my holidays. Still one small thing to do before I embark on my college life. One small thing. =) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, since today is a Sunday, what in the world am I doing staying indoors. Pfft. I think I'll go for a walk. =). Need the fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In the meantime, enjoy yourselves folks. =) . It's gonna be one very long year ahead. Well, for me at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #674ea7; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;piggy rabbit. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-4322653729081377510?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/4322653729081377510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/bright-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/4322653729081377510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/4322653729081377510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/bright-stars.html' title='Bright Stars'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S0mBi8_nrAI/AAAAAAAACDc/dsTQ4yTbnF0/s72-c/you-are-beautiful-poster-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-8096215772643354575</id><published>2010-01-07T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:31:20.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flummoxed - Woebegoned</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;You know you're in deep shit when you open your chemistry book and know nuts already.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S0WD1B0XYKI/AAAAAAAACDU/GrnhGJLlm7k/s1600-h/IMG_3481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S0WD1B0XYKI/AAAAAAAACDU/GrnhGJLlm7k/s640/IMG_3481.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hot red ftw!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't you just wish sometimes you could be Jeremy, instead of Tae Kyung or Shin Woo with all that worry. But Tae Kyung is cool. And Shin Woo reminds me of Yoon Ji Hoo. Thus the epic love triangle. Nevertheless, it's a normal story, thus Tae Kyung - Mi Nyu shall be it. Although Yoo He Yi is really yeppo of course with &lt;strike&gt;"honey thighs"&lt;/strike&gt; UEE as the actress. A.N.Jell ftw. And You're Beautiful is the perfect drama to start the new year. =) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I am in my hate mode/mood/situation. Thus, I hate everything. I hate the fact I have to get up at 8 to drive to Bangi and train a few rounds around the stupid circuit then drive back. I hate 2NE1. I hate the fact my room feels like its missing something but I don't know what. I hate the fact I don't have my driving license. I hate fish. I hate the fact I know nuts about what to study for SAT. I hate people who ask me how I am and don't really care. I hate people that don't understand me. I hate everything. Grr.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Damn. I don't think I'll be able to play football this Saturday. =C.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-8096215772643354575?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/8096215772643354575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/flummoxed-woebegoned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/8096215772643354575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/8096215772643354575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/flummoxed-woebegoned.html' title='Flummoxed - Woebegoned'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S0WD1B0XYKI/AAAAAAAACDU/GrnhGJLlm7k/s72-c/IMG_3481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-5958033501567312802</id><published>2010-01-05T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:38:33.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The High Notes</title><content type='html'>Listen to my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S0IUB9TJVbI/AAAAAAAACDE/oE_QNwGMGc0/s1600-h/2cz1xlzho0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S0IUB9TJVbI/AAAAAAAACDE/oE_QNwGMGc0/s400/2cz1xlzho0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: lime; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whoever said high school was difficult, never did leave high school did they?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So today was day one of school for those attending it apparently. As such, it would be a total lie to say I had a feeling of nostalgia or insistence that I miss school whatsoever. I'm glad school's over in my life. At least, that's what my heart and mind are telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My life used to revolve around things I do. Now I realize that things I do has to revolve around my life. That way, I won't follow the dotted line. I draw the bloody line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm actually still rather bittersweet about jumping into the world of college. Not only do I have my classes and A Levels, I have SAT, IELTS, UKCAT and BMAT among other tests I'll be sitting for in this confined space of a year and a half. All just to pave my way to a medical degree in a prestigious university. I told my parents one of my targets, which is to be top in Malaysia for an A Levels subject, possibly Biology or Physics. They told me to just get an A and get through it. I'll be meeting new people in a whole new environment. And I'll basically have to step up myself. I used to envy my 2nd brother, always having my eldest brother around to guide him and show him what to do, tell him when he's wrong and now I"m all alone. But then I realized that independence is vital. And starting early has no cons to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They say aim for the moon, and even if you fail, you'll land among the stars. I'm not settling for stars this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm gonna have a whole lot less fun and probably more focusing and serious studying. 2010 is going to be one heck of a scary year. 2011 is going to be worse. So I guess I'll sit back and enjoy the horror show. Who knows? Don't horror shows always have good endings? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Smile. And the world smiles with you. Frown. And the world thinks you're nuts. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-5958033501567312802?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/5958033501567312802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/high-notes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/5958033501567312802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/5958033501567312802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/high-notes.html' title='The High Notes'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/S0IUB9TJVbI/AAAAAAAACDE/oE_QNwGMGc0/s72-c/2cz1xlzho0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-9078505445937720926</id><published>2010-01-02T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:15:25.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Better late than never! =D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Sz4dI0u2fxI/AAAAAAAACC8/Z_lY78ZQ1Z8/s1600-h/jessica9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Sz4dI0u2fxI/AAAAAAAACC8/Z_lY78ZQ1Z8/s400/jessica9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So 2010 it is and 2010 it will be =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry for the late late post. But better &lt;strike&gt;never&lt;/strike&gt; late than never. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had an awesome New Year's Eve and New Year's Day in general. =) . For the day before, to Pavilion I went with Zhang Min, Kar Wee and Yoon Fatt to join in the crowd. Man, were those people wild and rowdy. I hated the spray foam thingy. Pfft. But as they say, once a year ma. =X . Then I stayed overnight at my aunt's residence in KL Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next morning, yours truly embarked on a mission to Times Square for a prefect gathering. =D . Only a few people turn up but we had fun! The sitting down and just talking crap was pure joy and really really nostalgic. We so have to do this again. Its nice to see the form 5s getting ready for school and really makes me miss school a little.....NAH =P. Then from Times Square, Kar Wee and I head off to Mid Valley to meet with the gang there. Lol. It's nice to see these people whom I used to see so often but now so rare. =C . Oh well. Futsal football call me kay! =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;College is starting soon. Bittersweet it is but it's a candy to swallow. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope I become a better person in 2010 and work harder to achieve greater success! And I hope everyone else shares my vision and lets work together to make this world a better place for you and for me and the entire universe, there areeee....*period*. Lol. All this Gayo Dajeun MJ Memorial is making me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And thus, goodbye 2009, goodbye school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Hello 2010. Hello Taylors. Hello independence and adulthood. =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-9078505445937720926?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/9078505445937720926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/9078505445937720926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/9078505445937720926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Sz4dI0u2fxI/AAAAAAAACC8/Z_lY78ZQ1Z8/s72-c/jessica9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-7986188106161474711</id><published>2009-12-30T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:57:58.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step By Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Rounding off the year without sides&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;(get it get it, a circle has no sides! =D)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzsV3bUrLCI/AAAAAAAACCw/vOfZfm_ZF5g/s1600-h/23kxocj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzsV3bUrLCI/AAAAAAAACCw/vOfZfm_ZF5g/s400/23kxocj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two Zero Zero Nine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year of everything under the sun. There were ups and downs. Times of misfits and misery. Times of happiness and glory. Time of peace and serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Confessions of 2009&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;strike&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b style="color: lime;"&gt;I grew taller!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;School Issues&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One might wonder as to what issues I would have in school. They say I've done it all. President of a school niche area club, Secretary of a uniform society, Executive Committee of the Prefectorial Board and department head of the Editorial Board. Impressive resume with plenty of achievements to boot. I'm not bragging because here I am to reveal what's actually underneath that so-called confident exterior in handling all those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As president, honestly, I think I'm a piece of crap. No, really. 2009 was the year where chess became one of the top priorities of MBSSKL and thus being president of the chess club, I was thrusted with the responsibility to uphold and improve the niche reputation of the club. Looking back the year before, I remember saying how I would have the easiest club to handle seeing how I had fun in activities. But as the 2009 year came by, I realized that I wasn't cut out for the job. I had severe communication problems with the head teacher advisor. This was the cause of all my unnecessary stress and problems as where I wanted to bring the club was totally different from what she had in her mind. And I gave in, not due to complacency or unwillingness but due to respect and power. My vision was to use the niche area as a way of promoting chess interest in students by providing a fun environment for them to learn and play with their friends. Having fun activities such as chess puzzles or double-chess games every week would encourage them to learn if not a lot, sufficient to prove to the outside world that MBSSKL is a school with a chess niche area. Yet, I also had plans to propel the school team and emphasize on performance results. Yes, we had the world's no.4 junior in his category, Eng Chiam and the all famous Albert Ang. Yet, each of my plans were rejected, solely due to the fact that dictatorship is in power. No doubt, I fully respect the teacher's effort and ability to improve the club, but lets all be reminded that this is a student-based club. Students SHOULD and HAVE TO run this club not teachers. I had no say whatsoever in the formation of the team and it really took me by surprise as to how much the teacher told me which was below the volume of which I should know. Which was why I apologized profusely to my committee; Nixon, Joyce, Caleb, Caleb, Caleb. I wish I could've been a better president but I suppose that is all over. I did have my fair share of backstabbers and idiots from a neighbour class whom just can't keep their damn mouths shut sometimes but I resigned to the fact that idiots; will always be idiots. I'm glad I managed to talk to my successor and I hope he will have more authority as to club management. Chess club was without a doubt, a dream turned sour. Very sour. Till the point at times I admitted I wanted the AGM to be brought forward so that I could get off my post, get my certificates and get away from it all. Lets just say, I wished I had opted to be president of an easier club. Nevertheless, I wish the chess society of MBSSKL good luck and I will continuously track the results of the school in hope of improvement and future development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Now comes the famous Secretary post of St. Johns. The one post I swore to myself never to get ever since I was Form One due to the amazing amount of meticulous work. And whether by luck or judgement or biasness (I hope not), I got this post. Let's just say that when I first got the post, I went back home and thought it through. Did I put in so much effort just to settle for second best? Indeed I always thought I was the highest-performing member, in terms of duty hours, badges, involvement, communication etc. I contemplated writing a resignation letter. In fact I still have the copy in my computer to remind me ever so often of what might had been. This was something I really worked my ass off for. I could let go of being leader of the team but president was something I really really yearned for. Then I realized, that its not the post or the rank that mattered, its the contribution and the effort put in for the society. Being secretary does not mean I have no power, nor I have no right to execute things. I did the organization for the camp, the planning of the comp team and the successor committee. Indeed this was done atop my bulking list of BFC4 updates, countless different forms, letters in and out each week through my mailbox, DIM attendance and meetings, member interaction and communicating with teachers. Yes, we did get into some trouble like the duplication of key problem and the misuses of the room but I think we cooperated well despite the different mindsets and thoughts. I admit I did make some errors and I was biased in a lot of cases including the selection of the successive committee. Lets just say someone there might not be there if things hadn't go my way. I tried to instill some strictness into the term but I guess our committee were seriously a bunch of jokers. And I hope our members benefited from our leniency one way or another. I know that as I settled my last BFC4 card a few days ago (yes, i just finished it. i hate bfc4 cards), I had engraved my spot as a Secretary of 6AC and as a member altogether. I sincerely hope the spirit of 6AC never falter as our members go marching on towards glory. Remember that competition is not everything and whats more important is that we stick as a unit. Whether you believe it or not, I've always believed that 6AC are the closest bunch of people compared to other divisions. You can try all you want but we're stronger than we look. I hope the next committee would fulfill their responsibilities with pride and appropriate power and not ponder on what might have been for some. Be serious but not too serious. It's not the post that matters, once again, its the effort and work you put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Prefectorial Board. A place filled with conflict, issues and juicy stories. To start with, I never seemed like EXCO material. Yes I know some of you all are already agreeing with me. Remember the previous AGM? Yeah, the one I got blasted nicely by KCY. Like what I've heard and what I know, maybe I got this post out of pity and the fact that maybe the top people were my classmates and friends. I know about the Andrew Wong incident yes of course, of how had things gone the teacher's way, I wouldn't be an EXCO. And how I looked pitiful above it all. I know, I know. May it be pity or may it be luck, being nominated four times wasn't such a happy experience to start with. And so, I feel thankful and blessed to be where I was. Which was why I never for once ever thought of misusing this power entrusted to me. If at any instance I had, I'm sorry. Because many a time I always kept the thought that I'm the lowest in the EXCO table and thus I have to bend lower. I was never the model prefect to start with. But once again, I believe I tried my very best to prove myself not as an EXCO, but as a prefect to start with. Yes I've had my fair shares of "look its the assistant treasurer talking" and "why is the lowest EXCO talking when the others are not" from even close friends, disappointingly. Yes I remember all this vividly because the more people comment that way, the more I feel motivated to work harder. I set myself a rotation system as to checking the daily duty posts and often replace missing prefects. Yes, I may be very verbal. I've been described as a NATO. No action talk only person. I admit that my lengthy advices and endless talking may be described as extra words with no purpose to some. I've tried my best to act in a proper conduct and I believe that even until the last day of SPM, I accomplished that. I've had people talking behind my back saying how I was nothing of a prefect compared to the likes of Benny, Kar Wee or Allan, how I can't control students as well as non-EXCOs and how I appeared slacky and playful. Nevertheless, I try my very best each day and at the end of it, I hope I've done a good job. As I look back, being a prefect in MBSSKL shaped me into who I am today definitely, without a doubt. So where do I end this chapter? Nowhere. Simple enough. Once a prefect of MBS, always a prefect of MBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Surprisingly, Editorial Board posed very little problems to me. At times I really enjoy doing all this editing work and article writing that looking back, I miss it a little. Seeing my article published in the school magazine is a proud moment each time. I think it was my dad who inspired me to join the Ed Board by showing me an old copy with him as an editor. I ended up with the post I always wanted and I'm glad my department was a cooperative one. I had a beawesome editor-in-chief and somehow the most hardworking yet pressuring teacher advisor. =) . Lets win another prize this time around for our Excelsior 2009 shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And so. School does has its conflicts here and there. To me at least. I've liked and hated teachers and students alike and I've definitely changed throughout the five years. To MBS, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;Relationships&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To comment on this part of my life would be like scratching one of those gift cards. If you're lucky you get the best prize, if not they always ask you to try again. I've fallen in and out of love or so I put it in months and I've seen relationships blossom and falter. I recognized the pros and cons of puppy love. And I've learnt how to be a better person altogether. Infatuation goes a long way sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Football.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No, not that I'm good at football. In fact I suck in it. =D. Man Utd barely missed out on the UCL the previous term and aren't looking all that good this time around. And I secretly was wishing that Ronaldo broke Messi's leg in the final. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Kpop.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh how I can write essays on this. Btw people, yesterday's SBS Gayo Daejun was da bomb! =D. Looking forward to today's KBS Gayo Daejun and tomorrow's MBC Gayo Daejun. =D. Live streaming, please be good! This year marked the first time I took special interest in the world of Kpop. Yes, I can remember the first Kpop song I listened to back in my kampung when I was six or seven. It was Kiss - Because I'm A Girl and I thought the MV was nice. =) . Then I had some korean songs in my playlist such as BoA's Every Heart and TVXQ/DBSK's Holding Back The Tears. A little Rain here and there also. But the moment I heard Gee on KBS World one Friday afternoon by accident. That was it. Lol. Then everything came step by step and I'm a certified Kpop spazzer. =D. I find my passion in Kpop somewhat outstanding. All this while I'd just go on the Billboard Hot 100 and download whatever new songs and listened to them. Now I actually filter them album by album, track by track and see raves and comments about them. My Kpop collection is increasing daily and even my merchandise collection for SNSD. =) . Jessica Jung ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;I grew TALLEERRRR!!! =D.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Omg, I was actually feeling rather crappy after writing this long post but the moment I turned up my playlist and Bo Peep Bo Peep came playing, I just laughed =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ Follow me, follow me! I'm so sorryyy. Look amazzinggg. Ijekuma hwalpuro! ~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee. I'm off to get some things photocopied. I can't wait for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Can you? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-7986188106161474711?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/7986188106161474711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/step-by-step.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/7986188106161474711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/7986188106161474711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/step-by-step.html' title='Step By Step'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzsV3bUrLCI/AAAAAAAACCw/vOfZfm_ZF5g/s72-c/23kxocj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-5712759082722589498</id><published>2009-12-27T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:02:21.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deceit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Fear of lies is a lie about fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Szd1P57-qYI/AAAAAAAACCo/Pnl7YE--SRw/s1600-h/48ff600b30a99.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Szd1P57-qYI/AAAAAAAACCo/Pnl7YE--SRw/s400/48ff600b30a99.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I lied to myself. I do it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I lie to make myself happy. Without realizing that, in the end, I'll be the one with the lingering mind. Stop. Before it's too late. But how to stop when you've already gone too far mentally and emotionally. They say don't hurt yourself. I say hurt yourself before someone hurts you. I'm lying to myself again. I'm not good. Never was. Never will be. I said I'll open my eyes. And I hope I have the strength to do it. Before I lose all will whatsoever. I'm turning selfish. I'm not the &lt;strike&gt;"special"&lt;/strike&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being unhappy. Pfft. I haven't been really happy for a really long time. Smiling for the sake of it doesn't provide any mental relief. Just adds to the never-ending faux pas, flash in the pan and impasse. But sometimes its so unavoidable. It just takes one sad thought to be unhappy but possible a hundred happy thoughts to be smiling once again. If that is a real smile, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Driving again tomorrow. Let's hope the bloody clutch doesn't give me anymore unnecessary problems. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football on Friday, on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-5712759082722589498?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/5712759082722589498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/deceit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/5712759082722589498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/5712759082722589498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/deceit.html' title='Deceit'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Szd1P57-qYI/AAAAAAAACCo/Pnl7YE--SRw/s72-c/48ff600b30a99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-904998631217156258</id><published>2009-12-26T23:42:00.057+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T02:21:37.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keep your face to the sunshine, and you'll never see the shadows. Hell yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzZMGdw8NxI/AAAAAAAACCg/LltCRKZmcnY/s1600-h/2cqz993.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzZMGdw8NxI/AAAAAAAACCg/LltCRKZmcnY/s400/2cqz993.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I was in kindergarten, I used to think that rainbows were always up in the sky. That's why I drew rainbows in every single drawing I made and coloured them with extreme caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Now I realize, that I was right all along&lt;/b&gt;. And I meant it metaphorically. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It is said that you shouldn't start a relationship with someone you think you can live with, instead with someone you can't live without. There is without a doubt only one happiness in life; to love and to be loved. Sometimes, without us or anyone realizing that fact, we overlook our feelings. That's when you realize that when you add it up, the cost of love is priceless. Aristotle himself quoted that love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. So it's buy one free one, or so it seems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So what's the point of this discussion? Absolutely nothing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today is Boxing Day and unsurprisingly, it was another day of boredom and nothing-to-do-ness. Parking theory and driving lessons add up to a rather tiring day of focus and attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow will be a bright Sunday I hope. The zeal and excitement of a Sunday is slowly wearing down as age grows. I used to remember not having a Sunday at all when I was in primary school. I would go to Lake Club at 9am for swimming classes then Tae Kwon Do then badminton and after that, chess. All the way till 6pm. Sad, but yeah that was how I spent my Sundays. Now I look at my dad's club bill and its almost empty. I used to go there once a while in secondary school whenever I have St. John duties in the Lake Gardens. I would hop by and have lunch at the poolside. I miss the sotong bakar and the char kuey teow already. =C .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah. It's 1.18am. And I delayed this post a whole lot. I guess putting too much thought into blogging can cause severe migraines. And afternoon naps really does disrupt my sleeping times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #741b47; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #741b47;"&gt;College is starting in 2 weeks plus. I'm so ready to be a taylor-ian. =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-904998631217156258?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/904998631217156258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/g7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/904998631217156258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/904998631217156258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/g7.html' title='G7'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzZMGdw8NxI/AAAAAAAACCg/LltCRKZmcnY/s72-c/2cqz993.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-15727324662459842</id><published>2009-12-25T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:59:20.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meri Kerisemasu! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Twas A Silent Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzRjnle0s5I/AAAAAAAACCQ/MoOxvRsPDaY/s1600-h/xmassica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzRjnle0s5I/AAAAAAAACCQ/MoOxvRsPDaY/s400/xmassica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, its Christmas. What can be bad about Christmas you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I have a &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;high fever, migraine, sore throat, cough, cold&lt;/span&gt; and practically all possible symptoms of flu. Fear not for if I happen to have H1N1, too bad there will just be another less lonely person in this world. =) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be optimistic. Epic phail. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Christmas comes with turkey and ham and lots of food. Unfortunately. I think I'm gaining a lot of unnecessary weight. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve was spent watching &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;/b&gt; with Boon Tek and Jun Bin. Yes I still want my money back. Yumcha session next time! I go low yat find you all. Oh and it was a nice movie. I think my favourite movie of 2009. I love detective and investigative movies especially the deductive skills etc. Notably my favourite manga/anime of all time happens to be Detective Conan so yeah, you sorta get the point.&amp;nbsp; Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the usual party at Uncle Eddie's place. And it was so fun tormenting Xia by comparing her to another girl at the party who happened to be form four and from Catholic High! Never got her name but she was rather attractive to say the least, fair-skined and curls, obviously quite pretty. Now here comes the sick/stupid/idiotic/wth moment. Yes Xia, she's our &lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;AUNT&lt;/b&gt;! =X . OMONAAAAAAAAA. LOL. I went wth when I asked my dad bout her. Lol. AUNT weyyyyyyy. And I'm older than her. Lol. How &lt;strike&gt;depressing &lt;/strike&gt;entertaining. Lol. I should've known. Pfft. I thought cousin was bad. Aunt sounds sooo wrong. Lol. AUNTT WEYYY. So much for "eye candy". LOL. Epic epic. Lesson learnt: please find recognition for people you don't know to avoid embarrassing incidents. Lol. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so today its dinner at Aunt Susan's place. Her ham and turkey is &lt;strike&gt;universe&lt;/strike&gt; world-class stuff seriously. Never fail to enjoy it. And yes add on that few pounds, shut up. Lol. Before that shall be the &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;KBS Music Bank Christmas Special&lt;/b&gt;! Can't wait. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway peeps, if you have today's&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; Star Metro&lt;/b&gt;, look at the front page! =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzRpT8c1feI/AAAAAAAACCY/cdgUMag4gFU/s1600-h/chow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzRpT8c1feI/AAAAAAAACCY/cdgUMag4gFU/s400/chow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah this picture. I was staring real hard when I first saw the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #e69138;"&gt;"waittttttt those kids are familiar"&lt;/i&gt; I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That's Aidan and Lauren - &lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;the Hyper kids&lt;/b&gt;. Lol. I call them the Hyper kids because every time I see them they're running around and can't sit still even if they tried. And that's Auntie Sophia =D. Uncle Hon Piau's wife. I know its nothing to shout about, but its nice to see my cousins on the front page of a newspaper! =D. And Lauren looks so cute and chubby, we used to call her Little Miss Sunshine. Aidan is....well Aidan. Lol. Haha. My grandmother couldn't recognize them but my mum got excited all of a sudden. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I need some rest though. And my mind is clogged up because of the migraine I can't really blog no more. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Once again, have a blessed Christmas everyone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-15727324662459842?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/15727324662459842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/meri-kerisemasu-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/15727324662459842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/15727324662459842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/meri-kerisemasu-d.html' title='Meri Kerisemasu! =D'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzRjnle0s5I/AAAAAAAACCQ/MoOxvRsPDaY/s72-c/xmassica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-44556944331146629</id><published>2009-12-22T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:15:12.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tang Yuen =9 .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzBjdym0h8I/AAAAAAAACBo/MnvaBpArFOg/s1600-h/hi12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzBjdym0h8I/AAAAAAAACBo/MnvaBpArFOg/s400/hi12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it boils down to doldrums and despondency, its so difficult to make it all evanescent, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solo trip to&lt;b style="color: #783f04;"&gt; Mid Valley&lt;/b&gt; yesterday was rather educational to say the least. I realized and thought about many things in my life. I'm 17 and its time to start thinking about where I want to be and what I really want to do with my life. Somehow this unplanned and prompt trip to the mega shopping mall somehow was destined, I would say. All the important decisions I've made somehow showed indications there. I met dozens of MBS people and old friends like Wen Chean, Frederick, Ding Nerng and many more that more than serve as an admonition or innuendo to what my secondary school life was. As I walked past the gift shops, I see young adults flocking to get Christmas gifts, not surprisingly for their companions rather than family. Cue to the mindset I once had. The Christmas carols serve as a mnemonic to the season celebrations to come. Yes, sometimes The Gardens works wonders whenever you need peace and serenity. It helps one to really absorb the atmosphere and cerebrate. Well, it worked for me at least. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm melancholic by nature, sue me. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the annual &lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Winter Solstice Festival&lt;/b&gt;. The usual family dinner and all and the ever-important tang yuen/tong yuen/tang yuan. Even at this age, it is fun to roll the dough and make it into balls. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am currently hating &lt;b style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Poslaju&lt;/b&gt;. They're suppose to send things in a day and yet it's already been two. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: yellow;"&gt;Me wants a BSX Beyond 9 Hoodie for Xmas! A yellow one! =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-44556944331146629?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/44556944331146629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/white-wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/44556944331146629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/44556944331146629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/white-wishes.html' title='White Wishes'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzBjdym0h8I/AAAAAAAACBo/MnvaBpArFOg/s72-c/hi12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-778143307140419078</id><published>2009-12-21T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:11:50.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Assurance</title><content type='html'>is the root to all problems in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Sy7m8E1nNEI/AAAAAAAACBg/XQrvXDPP5Eg/s1600-h/dls003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Sy7m8E1nNEI/AAAAAAAACBg/XQrvXDPP5Eg/s400/dls003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, well sometimes, things are not what you think they are. And when you realize it, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just put too little thought into things, making them naive and childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at that stage, inflicting self-pain is more than voluntary, it becomes something of a ritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pre-conceived mindset is the seed to the plant. And this seed is dying. So is the plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a mistake is bad, repeating the mistake is detrimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt. &lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Cynicism is full of naive disappointments&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to do what you can for people and not think of what people can do for you. - &lt;i&gt;Adapted from JFK's famous country speech.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, I rest my case. It's time to open my eyes a little wider. I'm no more the same high school-er I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I changed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-778143307140419078?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/778143307140419078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/self-assurance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/778143307140419078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/778143307140419078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/self-assurance.html' title='Self-Assurance'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Sy7m8E1nNEI/AAAAAAAACBg/XQrvXDPP5Eg/s72-c/dls003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-6198596849128343262</id><published>2009-12-20T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:19:41.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Hurts</title><content type='html'>especially when you can do nothing to change it. fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Sy4hICDJBuI/AAAAAAAACBY/CO4nufZZpdk/s1600-h/gallery_10_1306_44511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Sy4hICDJBuI/AAAAAAAACBY/CO4nufZZpdk/s640/gallery_10_1306_44511.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Sica singing Barbie Girl. =D.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One word: &lt;i&gt;adorableeee &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101 reasons to be depressed. And it's all because of&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; SNSD's 1st Asian Tour Concert&lt;/b&gt;. =C. Sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I actually could go to Seoul to attend their concert. Two days of horror. Pfft. I hate watching fancams and visiting soshified. It gets me more depressed because of the KSones that boast of their attendance. Taeyeon did Hush Hush and it was awesomee! Sica did Barbie Girl ftw. Lol. Fany did Umbrella and she stripped &lt;strike&gt;YEAHHHHH&lt;/strike&gt; O_O . Sooyoung dressed up as Santaaa. And Sunny sang Sunny. Lol. Yoona sang her song in a wedding dress. Awwwww. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Note: KEY, GET YOUR HANDS OFF SICA. Pfft. Else I'll boycott Ring Ding Dong and JoJo FOREVAAA!!! How dare you put your arms round Sica. Pfft. =P&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Just joking. Am so not depressed. Im glad the girls are doing fine! =D. And the Sones there are making it all the better. =D. I heard there's two new songs. Can't wait. =D. I'll probably get the concert DVD when it&amp;nbsp; is released. No, not probably, it's a MUST GET. And that be-awesome concert merchandise! =D. This is what I save the whole year for. Pfft. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd. I'll try to make it to their Feb-March concert in Bangkok! =D. It's the nearest since they're not stopping anywhere nearer. =C. Parents are half-agreeable as long as I have company. And since its just the start of A-Levels I won't be that busy hopefully. =) . Lol. Anyone wanna follow? &lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;aiklamjunyiernkhaikarweealvinzhangmin?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I settled my furniture arrangement in my new room. =D. And it looks better! Its more spacious now. =) . And there's more room to put stuff. I cleared two rows of the shelf and the drawers. My old room is still only half-done in the cleaning sector. Lots of stuff to move and clean. Old books and stuff. I think this college transition thing is really really changing me somehow. I single-handedly cleaned and moved all the stuff from two rooms though its not 100% done. All by myself. Lol. In fact I cleaned the outside part as well. This add on to helping my parents whenever they need me to fix the internet, follow them to get groceries, get food etc. I used to feel like crap doing all this when my brothers weren't here at first. But I suppose I got used to the fact that I'm the most mobile in the house and thus I have to do more work. =). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm a little more organized. Lol. That's surprising considering how I never managed to time manage when I was in school. =P . I'm doing more reading as well I guess. Yes, I don't only read SNSD fanfics you know. &lt;strike&gt;JeTi love woot! XP&lt;/strike&gt; . And somehow I can't wait for college to start! =D. I can't wait to open my 2010 calendar! 2010 just sounds like a nice year to do great things. Or at least extraordinary out-of-this-world things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas is just around the corner. And the decoration at pavilion and mid valley is jjang! =D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going to Mid Valley tomorrow. Just to walk around aimlessly. Haha. I like the ambience of a hopefully less crowded mall and just walking around while smelling the air of serenity. I like going to malls alone sometimes. It's less hassle and just easy to move wherever I want. I know, I'm officially &lt;strike&gt;cool&lt;/strike&gt; weird.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I need my daily dose of special-ness.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;lt;(^(00)^&amp;lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-6198596849128343262?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/6198596849128343262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/reality-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/6198596849128343262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/6198596849128343262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/reality-hurts.html' title='Reality Hurts'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Sy4hICDJBuI/AAAAAAAACBY/CO4nufZZpdk/s72-c/gallery_10_1306_44511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-3034002729838926665</id><published>2009-12-19T20:00:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:14:45.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Streptococcus Pyogenes</title><content type='html'>has absolutely nothing to do with anything. It just sounded so cool I had to put it as my title! =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SyzA4RsNJuI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Qc3Jeb4-1cM/s1600-h/IMG_3611.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SyzA4RsNJuI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Qc3Jeb4-1cM/s400/IMG_3611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have come to a stage where my level of boredom is beyond godlike. I actually spent.....3&lt;strike&gt;0 &lt;/strike&gt;hours on &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Operation Flashpoint: Dragon Rising&lt;/b&gt;; some idiotic COD-wannabe shooting game. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube is not doing any good as well. Why is youtube so good at times where I only have one video I want to watch and so shittay when there are plenty of interesting stuff to watch? It's soooo depressing. You get hyped up over a vid. Then wait an hour to watch it. Pfft. The excitement has already died down by at least 60% by then. It's like watching CSI and they don't reveal the murderer until the next episode. Heck it's like Detective Conan. Pfft. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hold on. Okay. =D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, today was rather jittery. Family was eating lunch together when we heard our opposite neighbour scream. Dad and I rushed out and heard our neighbour shouting &lt;i&gt;"WOI WOI POLIS POLIS"&lt;/i&gt;. Saw a CRV hit a dustbin and left. Gosh. Apparently there was a break in. My neighbour came back and saw the door open with an unknown car outside. Thank god nothing was taken and no one was injured. I guess the Taman Desa security guards have to take less coffee breaks. Pfft. And what's up with robbers these days? The ones who attempted to rob my neighbour wore long sleeve smart clothes and drove a CRV. My guess is the CRV is a stolen vehicle. But still I really got freaked out for a bit. The fact that my parents work almost full time and I go to college meaning my grandmother is left all alone with the maid at home. Dangerous really. =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I begun my migration process. Yes. I'm migrating to.......&lt;strike&gt;SEOUL&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;b&gt;my brother's room!&lt;/b&gt; =D. Lol. Because my room is a double room so I used to share it with Weiguang. Now that they're both gone. I've decided I should take the single room. So that they both don't have to endure waking up at 6.30 when I leave for college next year when they come back. Lol. Let's just say, cleaning up my room is bad enough. Talk about cleaning up my brother's room as well. Pfft. =X. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was cleaning I found a whole lot of stuff that ignites nostalgia. Weird stuff like my attempted key chain collection, old &lt;strike&gt;hidden&lt;/strike&gt; exam papers that show how shittayyyy my subjects used to be, memorabilia from different places, birthday presents and many many more things that used to be &lt;strike&gt;smelly&lt;/strike&gt; precious. =) . I also started cleaning up my computer for old school files and unused applications. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Syy_go0FaOI/AAAAAAAACBI/NF4Q_Grpz8Y/s1600-h/Desktop.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Syy_go0FaOI/AAAAAAAACBI/NF4Q_Grpz8Y/s400/Desktop.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My current desktop! =D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It used to be filled with trial papers and random files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think that this cleaning is helping me not only physically but also spiritually and mentally. Woah. Sounds like rehab. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Time to continue my dusting process. =P. Clean clean clean. Its times like these I wish I had supernatural powers to move things with my thoughts. *concentrates hard at paper, then blows it* . Nah. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Chae Jung Ahn! Here I comeeeeeeeee. =D. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-3034002729838926665?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/3034002729838926665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/streptococcus-pyogenes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/3034002729838926665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/3034002729838926665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/streptococcus-pyogenes.html' title='Streptococcus Pyogenes'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SyzA4RsNJuI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Qc3Jeb4-1cM/s72-c/IMG_3611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-8356846799324952205</id><published>2009-12-17T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T13:18:28.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La La La Chingu Ramyun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fanboy-ism strikes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I ate for lunch? =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessss. It's &lt;b style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Samyang Ramyun&lt;/b&gt;. *chingu ramyun bogu boguu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Sym8WIOW7uI/AAAAAAAACA4/-y63B76zQTY/s1600-h/DSC02711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Sym8WIOW7uI/AAAAAAAACA4/-y63B76zQTY/s400/DSC02711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wee the packet. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Sym8toV2zcI/AAAAAAAACBA/XKaaOPj6ItM/s1600-h/DSC02713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Sym8toV2zcI/AAAAAAAACBA/XKaaOPj6ItM/s400/DSC02713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The product. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Conclusion: It was tasty. =D. They gave some weird various small vegetables with it. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So what's so good about Samyang Ramyun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-KMA2sR_bbA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-KMA2sR_bbA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SNSD CF! =D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SI-dIrGeMHg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SI-dIrGeMHg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And their latest Winter CF! =D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know what's in your head. You must be thinking I'm nuts. =___= . Oh yeah. That look is so apparent. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Oh well. Too bad. =D.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-8356846799324952205?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/8356846799324952205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-la-la-chingu-ramyun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/8356846799324952205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/8356846799324952205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-la-la-chingu-ramyun.html' title='La La La Chingu Ramyun'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Sym8WIOW7uI/AAAAAAAACA4/-y63B76zQTY/s72-c/DSC02711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-5102876345135400282</id><published>2009-12-16T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:16:43.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deafening Quiescence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Paradoxically paradox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SyhwnnTcLwI/AAAAAAAACAw/B4L8D4TlNcA/s1600-h/20090928_hyomin_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SyhwnnTcLwI/AAAAAAAACAw/B4L8D4TlNcA/s400/20090928_hyomin_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, that's not Sica. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Hyomin from T-Ara and she's yeppo! =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got pissed off reading an article stating 2NE1 is better than SNSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, ask any single soul around this WORLD and chances are they'll recognize Gee over a stupid song called "I Don't Care" or "Fire". Yes I did like "Lollipop" to a certain extent because Big Bang was the maestro of the song. Their dance are NOTHING compared to SNSD in any way whatsoever. Yes. 2NE1 fans, you can hate me all you want, but your MAMA Song Of The Year award for that stupid song was bollocks. That song has lousy ENGrish compared to just 2 lines by Jessica and Tiffany. And please stop embarrassing yourself by singing stupid songs like "Fire". Yes. Park Bom did well in terms of "You and I" but CL and Minzy's latest song is really a collaboration of disaster. If not for some biased Mnet idiots, 2NE1 wouldn't even make the list for a song. And that was proven during a MORE acclaimed and recognized Golden Disk Awards. It's stupid to compare a group with the likes of CL, Minzy, Park Bom with a group boasting of Yoona, Jessica, Taeyeon who are far more superior in what they do compared to the former group. I hated "I Don't Care" after the third listen and I hated 2NE1 after their failed attempt at girl rapping without showing any vocal or dance whatsoever. Name a single member of 2NE1 that even has CONSIDERABLY OKAY looks and i'll just shove Yoona at you and voila you have a goddess and a servant of beauty. Heck I think even Sunny's aegyo out-talents every member of 2NE1. Album sales and digital sales are way below SNSD. I got pissed when Soshified compared both groups. I'm sorry 2NE1 fans but I'd rather listen to Brown Eyed Girls or T-Ara or After School if I wanted a nice song with minor rapping. Gee vs I Don't Care is like Real Madrid against Kelantan. I sincerely hope tonight's Melon Music Awards prove who's really boss without bias-ness. I'm not being biased but these are just facts from a sincere Kpop fan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Melon Music Awards tonight. Fingers crossed. I expect the big winners to be from SM Entertainment definitely with Super Junior and SNSD leading the way. 2PM should grab an award or two and G-Dragon as well are worthy receivers. Best rookie should be spared to the overrated 2NE1. No wait. Maybe T-Ara deserves it better. They have two songs in the top 5 currently and are actually BETTER. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edited: I just saw pictures of both groups at the red carpet. And I conclude 2NE1 has such lousy fashion stylists.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Call me over-reacting and erratic but I'm passionate when it comes to Kpop. Especially idol groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Holding on is always more difficult than letting go. And most of the time, it's inevitable." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity &amp;amp; disenchantment it is perennial as the grass."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Max Ehrmann, from Desiderata &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I spent the day stoning. And stoning did me some good. For with stoning comes reading. =D. And I finished the Michael Owen book. Wee. Inspirational much. Grocery shopping tonight. Pfft. I hate shopping at Central but its the only place my mom can get her battery water for her clinic. Mid Valley is such a hassel with the thousands of floors and difficult parking. Carrefour Seri Petaling is quite far away. And Citrus Park just doesn't have enough stuff. Taman Desa isn't exactly the best place to live in. One bus in one bus out. No LRT stations whatsoever and the lack of good food is very very demoralizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And thus I have spent hours on this post. Gosh. Time to get off and see some updated red carpet pictures of the Melon Music Awards! =D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I seriously need to get out before I start rotting. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-5102876345135400282?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/5102876345135400282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/deafening-quiescence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/5102876345135400282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/5102876345135400282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/deafening-quiescence.html' title='Deafening Quiescence'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SyhwnnTcLwI/AAAAAAAACAw/B4L8D4TlNcA/s72-c/20090928_hyomin_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-3934761368457934491</id><published>2009-12-15T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:35:45.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Man Ha Ni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Replay. Rewind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SyeO4Vpu0nI/AAAAAAAACAo/Cx9k7iymwAQ/s1600-h/IMG_8251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SyeO4Vpu0nI/AAAAAAAACAo/Cx9k7iymwAQ/s400/IMG_8251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my grandmother to the dentist today because she needed to get a tooth extracted. See, see! I'm a good boy! =D. Unlike some other grandchildren she has that can't even converse in proper Cantonese or Hakka and can only nod her head when she doesn't understand a single thing. Yes &lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Lee Xia&lt;/b&gt; it's you. Pfft. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the dentist's name and he had an awesomely cool name. When I came back, I was looking through my dad's stuff (boredom strikes) and in his &lt;b style="color: #20124d;"&gt;MBSOBA&lt;/b&gt; (he's a committee member for godknowswhat reason) file, I saw the name of the doctor under the list of Life Members! =D. Small small world. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was more happy than me when I finished secondary school. Reason? He doesn't have to be the PIBG Chairman anymore. Haha. That job is really all about repeated speeches and attending boring school events. But he's still doing a lot even now. =). Lucky kids will have a brand new refurbished comfortable canteen next year and many other improvements (I chose the fans &lt;strike&gt;and some other stuff&lt;/strike&gt; !). =D. I wanna be like my dad in the future. That is if my son ever wants to go to MBS. Wait, he doesn't have a choice! =D.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know I get all girls. Pfft. Then I'll adopt a Brazilian kid and name him &lt;b style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Ronaldin-Ho&lt;/b&gt;! =D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought my parents should've given me a cool English name rather than me finding one myself. Ken seems so ..............&lt;i&gt; lala-ish&lt;/i&gt;. Yes I know. =___= . Pfft. Maybe they should've given me a cool name like Mac! =D. Then I'll be &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Mac Ho&lt;/b&gt;. MACHOOOOO! =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Please excuse my syok sendiri moment. =X.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Michael Owen&lt;/b&gt; book is REALLY good! =D. Thanks Gene Wern! Can't stop reading it. Haha. Owen's goal against Argentina is so good! =D. Inspiring book. Oh and I just had to look at the diary non-stop. Gosh. It's like a book filled with pretty pictures. =D. I can stare at that Jessica picture forever and ever. Nah. =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Star Golden Bell. And it had to be that episode with Sunny and Yesung. Damn. =C. Oh wait. There's a replay tomorrow. Yay. =D. The only channels I watch on TV these days are AXN and KBSW. Lol. AXN for the CSI and Chuck and whatever that seems nice. KBSW for Star Golden Bell, Invincible Youth, Music Bank, Hot Blood and Dream Team. =D. It's SO HARD to keep track of the timing. I always miss a show or two. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up. I'm bloody scared of college actually. But I'm looking forward to it. Alvin is gonna be by my side! =D. Sounds friggin gay but it's actually relieving to hear at least one of my friends joining me. I thought I was going to die alone in Taylors. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another day in jeopardy. Realization it is, realization it will be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football on Friday guys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-3934761368457934491?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/3934761368457934491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/man-man-ha-ni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/3934761368457934491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/3934761368457934491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/man-man-ha-ni.html' title='Man Man Ha Ni'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SyeO4Vpu0nI/AAAAAAAACAo/Cx9k7iymwAQ/s72-c/IMG_8251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-4490632591730079947</id><published>2009-12-14T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:56:38.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;One word. Priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SyYrx3VKWlI/AAAAAAAACAY/40DjZfkqtdg/s1600-h/revokjkhlgetimgyf5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SyYrx3VKWlI/AAAAAAAACAY/40DjZfkqtdg/s320/revokjkhlgetimgyf5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explains my feelings today. =) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for coming and supporting. =D. Although I'm sure the food was okay okay only and the games were boring as hell (last minute. =P), but still having you all at the party was more than a blessing in disguise, it's almost a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I planned this party I expected almost no one to show up. To have almost full attendance with people coming right after their &lt;strike&gt;horrible&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;Chinese SPM &lt;/i&gt;exam, I feel so thankful. People like Gene Wern, Huey Jean and Sum Leng whom I probably will never see again or not in the near future are precious friends to me. =) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sandra for willing to share your birthday party with someone like me. And I hope/know you had a great time as well. Sorry for being quite a lousy co-host. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Presents, presents?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love 'em to bits! =D. Except for the......stuff that the guys bought me that comes in a square box and is supposed to have a 2 year expiry date. No for once, &lt;b&gt;please think sick&lt;/b&gt;. =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SyYsOCVp39I/AAAAAAAACAg/nJtNwsIunsQ/s1600-h/DSC02707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SyYsOCVp39I/AAAAAAAACAg/nJtNwsIunsQ/s400/DSC02707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Great gifts from sincere hearts. =D.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another two books not included. Couldn't really fit the picture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even some of Sandra's friends gave me gifts. Thanks girls =).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes &lt;i&gt;ernkhaijunyiaiklamkarwee&lt;/i&gt; those are original soshi CDs. Be jealous. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wee. So it's over. This is going to be my last party for a very long time. It's great to see all this people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think &lt;b&gt;Gaik Xuang's&lt;/b&gt; face was priceless when I gave her the ring. Sorry. =P . Uncalled for, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I think Sandra's brother, &lt;b&gt;Alex&lt;/b&gt; is damn cool. Yezza. He's one heck of a cool guy! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noona&lt;/b&gt; was caught cheating twice. =P. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;*karweekarwee read this*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think &lt;b&gt;Syara&lt;/b&gt; was damn cute when she did that Gee dance. XD. She looked cute to start with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Never sit beside &lt;b&gt;Sandra&lt;/b&gt; in a game. She whacks you more than you think she can whack for a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was like YEAHHH when I opened &lt;b&gt;Gene Wern's&lt;/b&gt; gift which was a Michael Owen autobiography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Huey Jean's&lt;/b&gt; mini football was awesome. Its an original replica yo. =D. Perfect momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kok Siong's&lt;/b&gt; glass chess set is so cool I actually feel like playing chess again. Nah. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eric and Boon Tek's&lt;/b&gt; maroon-ish red tie is so nice. =D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm still wondering how to finish the giant lollipop Sandra got me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't read a book so nicely wrapped, &lt;b&gt;Kah Wai&lt;/b&gt;. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noona&lt;/b&gt;, your Doraemon toy is damn cute. =D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really went Omona! when I opened the guys' gift - &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;An original SNSD Goobne Bromide Diary&lt;/b&gt;. Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But the best gift of them all? Two round things known as Compact Discs. Yes. Two very priceless original &lt;b&gt;SNSD CDs&lt;/b&gt;. From someone very special and kind-hearted and lovely and &lt;i&gt;*fillineverygoodadjectiveyourself*&lt;/i&gt;. =). Thank you very much. You can try all you want, but sometimes Gee and Genie is the solution to all problems life has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That aside, I think I had a wonderful time. Despite some setbacks and trips here and there before the party and during, it was one to remember. =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you one and all for making this year's birthday a memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: left;"&gt;Time to start reading why the heck Michael Owen sucked so bad at Real Madrid. =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Bye. *winks* . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-4490632591730079947?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/4490632591730079947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/heartbeat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/4490632591730079947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/4490632591730079947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/heartbeat.html' title='Heartbeat'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SyYrx3VKWlI/AAAAAAAACAY/40DjZfkqtdg/s72-c/revokjkhlgetimgyf5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-2931112336177897785</id><published>2009-12-10T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:42:44.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm Riders</title><content type='html'>is a freaking crap movie with no ending whatsoever. I thought that stupid Wind would actually die but nooooooooooooo they didn't reveal whether he died or not. Pfft. Anti-climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my birthday was a quiet one. &lt;i style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Thankfully&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say I woke up late. And spend the day arranging my books, cleaning my bookshelf, walking around and replying texts and Facebook posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I would like to thank everyone and everyone and everyone who wished me on my birthday =D. And those who have given me presents also. Wee. Some of the presents were really good. =D. REALLY REALLY GOOD. Oh yeah. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Yours truly just died seeing pictures of SNSD at the 2009 Golden Disk Awards. Sica in white dress is killing me. =D. And Seohyun looks so hot! =D. Lets go Soshi lets go! =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SyDeQIXF4lI/AAAAAAAACAQ/Ga3HxSAV__o/s1600-h/20091210_gdasnsd01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SyDeQIXF4lI/AAAAAAAACAQ/Ga3HxSAV__o/s400/20091210_gdasnsd01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Like 9 angels from the land of soshi. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's time to relax. And unwind.Shit I sound like Light and Easy. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to FIFA! =D. Gnite folks. Sleep early. Unless of course you just finished SPM and STPM then you can sleep whatever time you want and wherever you want. Yes the streets are open. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;I'm out. ^.^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-2931112336177897785?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/2931112336177897785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/storm-riders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/2931112336177897785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/2931112336177897785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/storm-riders.html' title='Storm Riders'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SyDeQIXF4lI/AAAAAAAACAQ/Ga3HxSAV__o/s72-c/20091210_gdasnsd01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214329617736184687.post-7491342090702937322</id><published>2009-12-09T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:38:23.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well well well, what do we have here?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Sx5_yu5KigI/AAAAAAAACAI/LacS4sChymU/s1600-h/IMG_0650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Sx5_yu5KigI/AAAAAAAACAI/LacS4sChymU/s400/IMG_0650.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;Sica saying "It's Your Birthday!" to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Oh how I wish. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my new blog. Yes. This blog was created to erase bitter memories of the past where I used to be naive and immature. Nah just joking. My old blog will be opened to me and me only as of current date. Here is where I shall share my daily rants with my dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, it is currently my birthday. =D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smashing seventeen it is. Here comes the age of driving, getting a step CLOSER to adulthood a.k.a drinking, clubbing and etc. But most of all its the year where I start not only a brand new index known as college life filled with mini skirts, spiral staircases and best of all, no-uniforms. =D. Gone were the days of "sekolah menengah", Sejarah, Moral, SPM and high school in general. Here comes a new paragraph of A Levels, IELTS, university applications and being a young adult at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So targets set. I swear I'm going all out for A Levels. Top in the world for at least one subject. Crazy but nothing's impossible. I'm a Nike fan so I'll stick with "Just Do It" or as we Malaysians put it "FASTER LA DENG." =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I bow out for the first time in this blog, I hope I can create everlasting memories with this mere space of mine and do tag at the cbox on the left. =D. It's made for a reason. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy the fresh new template and yes Jessica Jung is&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt; LOVE&lt;/b&gt;. Yes yes. No its not some random infatuation. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Let's go Weixing lets go! Lets go seventeen lets go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1214329617736184687-7491342090702937322?l=hwx92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/feeds/7491342090702937322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/7491342090702937322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1214329617736184687/posts/default/7491342090702937322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwx92.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-chapter.html' title='A New Chapter'/><author><name>Ken Ho Weixing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00871759402463280280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/SzIQVf9HfmI/AAAAAAAACBw/LHvH3daNNJI/S220/face2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJfFmSL8sS0/Sx5_yu5KigI/AAAAAAAACAI/LacS4sChymU/s72-c/IMG_0650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
