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hunks yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Six Hunks and The Black (because of Clare's tee) =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111941086058560242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFDVWM-uvI/AAAAAAAAABk/LsJfVHFH_1k/s320/P1030033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Next, to keep you all awake, I shall show you all sleepy pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvE_VWM-uoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iyxE_tBR4To/s1600-h/P1060263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111936688012049026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvE_VWM-uoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iyxE_tBR4To/s320/P1060263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I find this artistic, because I took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111937216293026450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvE_0GM-upI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z55HyOplkn0/s320/03092007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another artistic picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111938169775766194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFArmM-urI/AAAAAAAAABE/HlfXCR-c364/s320/P1060278.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My room-mate! Wowow! (Too bad we didn't take pictures together in our room.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111938895625239234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFBV2M-usI/AAAAAAAAABM/2nQKLRmpmMU/s320/P1060267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I find this super classic! Haha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111939363776674514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFBxGM-utI/AAAAAAAAABU/ufhxt9BFP1A/s320/P1060139.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And lastly, Brandon said that he's like our 'father' in the trip.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111940158345624290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFCfWM-uuI/AAAAAAAAABc/4yKA8ytxc60/s320/P1060153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh boy, it's really difficult to load pictures in Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the communist's colour. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111942962959268610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFFCmM-uwI/AAAAAAAAABs/CWSjMtXZXSs/s320/P1060178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm serious that the statue looks like Brandon. Maybe it's really Brandon.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111944049585994514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFGB2M-uxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/q6ccqkIdjus/s320/P1060223.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big bosses.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111944930054290210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFG1GM-uyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rtrub5eZ1r4/s320/04092007(018).jpg" border="0" /&gt; The perfect couple.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111945454040300338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFHTmM-uzI/AAAAAAAAACE/0YVGRJG5bec/s320/31082007(022).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The guy in blue. He's the man of the trip.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111946446177745730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFINWM-u0I/AAAAAAAAACM/R1opJAKQOgU/s320/03092007(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh, I nearly forgot to put myself in! =)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111947068948003666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFIxmM-u1I/AAAAAAAAACU/SJWbofdDt9Q/s320/P1060198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And now, it's about the people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the little girl in yellow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111948950143679346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFKfGM-u3I/AAAAAAAAACk/ZWJZFqUCcxE/s320/P1060233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Don't you agree that she's super duper cute! Arrgh, feel like pinching her.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111949379640408962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFK4GM-u4I/AAAAAAAAACs/l6lTQbX_2WI/s320/P1060236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, I know it's you people's favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111968509424745474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFcRmM-vAI/AAAAAAAAADs/jRMi8WWpxEc/s320/P1060218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Three to a bike is common there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be it with one child...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111969879519312914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFdhWM-vBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/T1WaC1jMYBA/s320/31082007(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Or with two children.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111952321693006738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFNjWM-u5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/PSYe7CGXlpA/s320/31082007(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt; Traditional haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111953992435284914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFPEmM-u7I/AAAAAAAAADE/4485yyZfpXE/s320/31082007(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt; You can seriously buy balloons in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111954615205542850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFPo2M-u8I/AAAAAAAAADM/m5kGHU9zpy8/s320/P1060191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hotel visits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the many hotels which we visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111967663316188146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFbgWM-u_I/AAAAAAAAADk/-FcArsxOoSQ/s320/P1060095.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I so want to be soaked in this bath tub and have my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111960791368514514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFVQWM-u9I/AAAAAAAAADU/LrClQaRjnRY/s320/P1060082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a second slow in taking this photo. Oh man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111963802140589026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFX_mM-u-I/AAAAAAAAADc/cPT5w7gLvbs/s320/P1060494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, wouldn't it be nice~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111973697745239090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFg_mM-vDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bvvxf9GUb1w/s320/P1060477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really tired and I guess that I wouldn't be able to finish saying everything about Vietnam. There are really so much things there for you to see and experience. Just photos alone, I have over six hundred in my computer which I took in Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111971344103160866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFe2mM-vCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QifAgKKSkl4/s320/P1060216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I shall end this post with a group photo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-8615752500387262944?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8615752500387262944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=8615752500387262944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/8615752500387262944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/8615752500387262944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/09/vietnam-trip.html' title='Vietnam Trip!'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RvFDVWM-uvI/AAAAAAAAABk/LsJfVHFH_1k/s72-c/P1030033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-2450397229882232314</id><published>2007-09-10T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T03:01:35.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah..</title><content type='html'>I had lots of sleep right after Vietnam. I guessed that was recuperation. I skipped dinner because I was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, I accompanied Dad to watch DVD. Quality time was spent, I would say. Dad must have missed me because he kept &lt;s&gt;bugging&lt;/s&gt; asking me to watch with him. He must be really lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see, we are all not busy business people. However, we can't seem to be able to compromise time for each other. I can't remember when was the last time Dad, Mum, Sis and I sat together to watch television. Are we really too busy with our own stuff? Or are we too selfish to give up our time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely guilty of that and I believe that I'm not the only family in the whole of Singapore who experiences that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I borrowed some culinary books and bought some ingredients. Going to make some delicious gourmet these few days. Tell me if you want because I'm very sure no one will want. Haha. I'm a hygienic person and I love cleaniness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going out with Grandma tomorrow. Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-2450397229882232314?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2450397229882232314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=2450397229882232314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/2450397229882232314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/2450397229882232314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/09/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah..'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-5263039689508472501</id><published>2007-09-09T09:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T10:38:02.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must See!</title><content type='html'>Hey, this is a Must-See Website!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/vzshirts/"&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/vzshirts/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-5263039689508472501?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5263039689508472501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=5263039689508472501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/5263039689508472501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/5263039689508472501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/09/must-see.html' title='Must See!'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-7170309018674500671</id><published>2007-08-28T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T10:36:16.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Kept My Promise.</title><content type='html'>The following post is going to be quite long. You might want to split them up into the eleven days when I'm away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining for the past few days/week. I don’t know why, but I just don’t like rainy days. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis told me the other time that a few of her friends said that they thought my room was my Sis' room and vice versa. Some of my friends told me that too. This is seriously bad and there is a need to change the look and feel of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I will not put Hui-Jue-knows-what kind of posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try my best to remember what happened for the past few days. I have a really bad memory though. Or maybe I have selective memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 23rd August 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch and dinner with my best-est best classmates at Vivocity. We bought presents for Kimbert too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were kind of proud of ourselves because no alcohol was involved. That a great feat for Brandon yea. Oh ya, speaking of Brandon at Vivocity, I remembered that he ordered a super delicious Bakuteh for $8.10. I guessed he wanted to ‘zhuang4 yang2’ yea. His nose bled the very next day. So I guessed the Bakuteh is rather potent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Ben &amp; Jerry’s Ice Cream after that. We saw a lot of food for some of our classmates at one of the shops we visited. Some of the small animals were really cute, so cute that you want to pinch them till they die. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 24th August 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an outing at Miss Tan Yen Yen’s house. Her house is really nice. The food was great! We were really not under undue influence/duress to say that though. We just want Miss Tan Yen Yen and her husband to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was seriously a lot a lot of food and I’m serious that the pasta is more than enough for more than 50 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great performance by the forfeiters I would say. Especially the second forfeit which the Birthday Boy was involved. Haha. We suddenly felt that Karma do exist amongst us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brownie cake was yummylicious man. You need to heat the cake first before you can eat it. And and and must buy any ice-cream which you like to compliment the cake. Oh man, it’s very super nice. The outside is soft and tender and it smells heavenly. And when you bite it, the warm and thick yummy chocolate inside it slowly flows out and melts on your tongue. As the chocolate is thick, it makes your mouth dry. The cool ice-cream hydrates your tongue and blends with the warm chocolate. Perfect combination I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart, I’m seriously touched by Kimbert’s SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we sent Candy off. Then we headed back home for Playstation and Mahjong. I hat tricked ‘diao3 chng1’ for Mahjong and won a lot of games for Playstation. This is bad when you have too much luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103568372075151058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RtOEZQB1PtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EWh9vwQYUlA/s320/Image278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong game was quite serious because we needed to cut our hands if we were caught not paying attention or cheating. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised- I had ice-cream for two consecutive days. Oh boy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to Kimbert!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 25th August 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up and procrastinated before heading to the hawker centre to have our lunch/dinner.  We chatted for a while before heading home. I ‘da bao-ed’ chicken rice for Dad, Mum and Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went shopping for Vietnam trip. And shortly after that, Sis and I bought Mum’s present. The sales person kept insisting that we should buy perfume instead. I bet there’s a better profit margin/commission for her if we were to buy perfume. Sis and I have bought perfume for Mum a lot of times before and we seriously don’t want to buy the same thing again. Therefore we still bought the SK2 Advanced Signs Treatment, despite the GL sales person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while, we shopped for wrapping papers and card. It is difficult to choose as we have quite different choices. The card we chose is 'My Mum Is The Best!'. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I played pool together with Sis and her friend. They were both super pro. They could win but they didn’t want to. They did all kinds of tricks shot to get the ball in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at No Signboard. The food was great. The portions, even though we ordered medium looked like small. Sis said it’s the plates which were medium. Oh ya, I helped my Mum to take off the shells for one part of the crabs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I know why I'm getting fatter. They don't want to waste food so they asked me to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday To My Best-est Best Mummy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 26th August 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept almost the whole day. I think that I seriously need this sleep. It’s called the manly sleep, ya know. After that I did packing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103438333350330050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RtMOIAB1PsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lyR3RPlS1kc/s320/27082007(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These clothes shall last me for 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 27th August 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why, but I just kind of always wake up like 6am in the morning after the examinations. This means that I’m not getting enough sleep, which is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to temple, next, booking of driving lessons then Bugis to change money and get stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And more packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, 28th August 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was awakened by Mr. Ronald and Zhuan Kai's SMS-es. I can't remember it clearly, but I vaguely remembered I dream that I was looking at someone SMS-ing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to Vietnam really soon.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss everyone, especially my Dad, Mum, Sis, hunks, best-est friend and everyone. And please do miss me yea, because I’ll be missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the more I thought about going to Vietnam, the more I don’t feel like going. Because I will definitely miss my precious bed, pillows, laptop, television and everything in my home and the comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go off, I shall write a short paragraph. I will try my best not to sound sad or mushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, here goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Sis, if you happen to read my blog, please take good care of Dad and Mum for me when I’m away. Take care of yourself too. Tell Dad and Mum not to worry about me and I will take care of myself too.  There are two chicken drumsticks in the fridge which I bought not long ago. Do eat them when you feel hungry. You can use the apple cider vinegar, olive oil and honey to marinate them. Byee!&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/36729035-7170309018674500671?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7170309018674500671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=7170309018674500671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/7170309018674500671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/7170309018674500671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-kept-my-promise.html' title='I Kept My Promise.'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RtOEZQB1PtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EWh9vwQYUlA/s72-c/Image278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-742427445749039563</id><published>2007-08-08T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T10:42:21.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitable, but I don't want it to happen.</title><content type='html'>We all see it coming and we know that it'll happen in time to come, but there is nothing we can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helpless, like a little boy who had lost his mummy in a shopping mall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-742427445749039563?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/742427445749039563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=742427445749039563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/742427445749039563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/742427445749039563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/inevitable-but-i-dont-want-it-to-happen.html' title='Inevitable, but I don&apos;t want it to happen.'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-4349526368124551400</id><published>2007-07-17T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:08:35.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>My best-est best friend told me to be positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-4349526368124551400?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4349526368124551400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=4349526368124551400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/4349526368124551400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/4349526368124551400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-4533637820664100740</id><published>2007-07-10T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:12:29.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father And Mother I Love You...</title><content type='html'>On monday afternoon, I peeled off a small little piece of meat/skin off my left hand. At first, there was nothing. Then blood started to ooze out from that small little hole. I didn't realise that until I had walked for about a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It continued to bleed all the way until I reached home. I took a nap. Then I woke up. Blood was still flowing out from that small little hole. I told Mum about it. Mum helped me to put a plaster around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, I was really touched. I unconsciously reminisced about how Mum used to meticulously clean my wound when I was young and injured myself. Images and feelings of how my fears and pain were overcome by Mum's care, concern and touch were all that I thought and felt. These images gushed through my mind like a flood gate which had been opened after a few decades. The mixture of feelings - touched, bliss, yet sad were so overwhelming that I nearly couldn't control the tears which were brimming in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that I'm blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It deliberately happened when you least expected it and stealthily yet unknowingly leaped past you when you most expected it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;This is what gets people so confused about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085589092468936930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RpOkVcI2UOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00yZofJRN1I/s320/09072007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was the wound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085589410296516850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RpOkn8I2UPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xEM1Icuwm18/s320/09072007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was the wound with the plaster. There was still blood coming our from the hole after more than five hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-4533637820664100740?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4533637820664100740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=4533637820664100740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/4533637820664100740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/4533637820664100740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/father-and-mother-i-love-you.html' title='Father And Mother I Love You...'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_astjltbRVsA/RpOkVcI2UOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00yZofJRN1I/s72-c/09072007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-2599281401643167499</id><published>2007-07-01T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T02:04:08.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Wonderful.</title><content type='html'>It's really sad to read the news and find out that many young people are committing suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a small little ant struggles and tries to crawl away when you try to kill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how important life means to ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're better living things than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And it's hard to remember that we're alive for the last time.' from Modest Mouse, "Lives"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-2599281401643167499?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2599281401643167499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=2599281401643167499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/2599281401643167499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/2599281401643167499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-is-wonderful.html' title='Life Is Wonderful.'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-1244056634387112323</id><published>2007-06-07T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T00:56:41.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew~</title><content type='html'>Finally Meetings, Incentives, Conventions &amp; Exhibitions (MICE) project is over. It's time to really rest and sleep. I haven't not been getting enough sleep lately and I think that I'm getting a little bit sick because of that.Nothing serious though, just a little bit of flu, cough, sore throat and fever. I think that I need to drink my 'yu gan you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory is getting worse as well. It's hereditary I tell you. I can't help it because I've my Dad's genes, you see. Forgetting stuff and etc. My Sis has inherited that. I guess I'm next to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the FM 933 just now about a story quite romantic and sad. It was about this guy and girl. They liked each other. I didn't really listen to the story until I heard the part about an accident and I thought that it as a ghost story. Then I increased the volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was kind of angry with the guy, which I didn't hear what was the reason. The guy kept calling the girl. At 12am, 12. 10am, 12.30am and finally 12.40am, which was the last call. The girl rejected numerous calls from this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy was worried and dashed off to the girl's house. Then the guy met with an accident while on the way to the girl's house. The hospital called the guy's mother to check the body/corpse. The mother told the girl about it and she immediately went to see him. Of course she was sad. The mother passed to the girl the guy's wallet, phone and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone was stained with blood. The girl noticed that the watch stopped at 12.35am, which was when the accident occured. Then she realised that the guy took his last breath to call the girl at 12.40am. The girl was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should write about "Please repost this in 1 hour or else..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the guy's watch was 5 minutes faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-1244056634387112323?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1244056634387112323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=1244056634387112323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/1244056634387112323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/1244056634387112323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/phew.html' title='Phew~'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-1092202473542792642</id><published>2007-06-03T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:42:17.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The doll.</title><content type='html'>Busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did project till 3 after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practise guitar early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar lesson in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then project till evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shopping till late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s scary to be jogging alone at night. This does not apply to me because I’m very man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, just before midnight, I was jogging near my house. While I was jogging, I saw something lying ahead of me. It was quite huge, with red patches on it. As I was short-sighted, I couldn’t really see what it was. I tried squinting my eyes to see what it was. As I got nearer, I had the shock of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt uneasy and uncomfortable. Maybe my animal instincts were telling me that I shouldn’t go jogging that day. It was like how the animals reacted just before the tsunami came. They could feel that something was coming their way. However, they didn’t know what it was and they couldn’t describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored the omens and continued to put on my socks and shoes. Then my keys dropped while I was opening the door. I knew that something wasn’t right. My animal instincts were acting up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began my jogging routine shortly after locking up the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing. It was staring hard at me, like as if looking for revenge. Yet, it was smiling, as though I was its friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a doll actually. I guessed that someone accidentally threw it off the building. It was really scary. The doll was looking up at the residents above, as if trying to find its next victim or the person who threw it off after having a new doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t afraid of it because I’m manly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-1092202473542792642?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1092202473542792642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=1092202473542792642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/1092202473542792642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/1092202473542792642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/doll.html' title='The doll.'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-1793557947791537836</id><published>2007-05-20T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:34:47.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Teacher</title><content type='html'>I’m hot, according to Brandon, Joshua and Tong. That’s because of my high body temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe that some teacher can be so loathed by students. I shall not say who is he because I need to be race/culture-conscious. I think that maybe it’s because of bad Feng Shui. You know, when your office is the nearest to the lift. However, that may not be the case. Miss Tan Yen Yen shares the same room as him but she’s such a amiable teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Mr. Dennis Sim, different students need different methods of teaching. Some need model answers given to them while some don’t. I think that it is just like different teachers have different methods of teaching, we should respect their preferred way and teachers should respect students’ favoured way of learning too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, learning something consists of doing things the right way. Otherwise, you would be wasting your time doing the wrong things thinking that you’re right. For example, when solving a Mathematical problem sum, we need to be guided step-by-step to know whether we’re right or wrong. If not, we’ll continue to be wrong. We should not be criticised as bullshit for whatever we’ve written or said. Students don’t feel motivated that way. If we can provide model answers, we don’t need to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If students can give answers close to the answer scheme, it can guarantee us marks and that is what we students strive to achieve. Therefore, by learning to answer questions through model answers, we can improve our answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning through model answers should not be called spoon feeding. It’s what I called smart-ness or shortcut. It’s a win-win situation. The Japanese are able to create great electronics because they examine other people’s products. They disintegrate the products to find out what are inside. After that, they improvise the products and make it theirs. I think it is really smart. We should learn from them. Learn from the model answers, improve the model answers then give our answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need to memorise things before we can understand some things. For example, isn’t Global Geography Tourism about memorising destinations and countries before you can know that there is such a place? Yes, and memorising the steps or procedures of the Front Office in Introduction to Hotel &amp; Resort Operations so that you can understand the stuff that receptionists do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just my opinions. And yes, the teacher told Brandon and I that the class is useless on Tuesday and condemned us on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Rudy complimented our class while the son-of-a-mother-teacher condemned us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of these. Time for less serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a steam boat and lan gaming gathering on Friday with hunks - Brandon, Hui Jue, Joshua, Tong, Weida and me. Had lots of fun, like very brotherly and family. Haha. It was really like playing lan games at a lan shop, just that it was very small and kind of squeezed. Very random was the word of the day and we had lots of fun describing ‘very random’ and giving examples. After sending them home, I cleaned up for a while and dropped dead on the sofa until Sis woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was Sis’ Birthday Eve celebration. After my guitar lesson, I headed to Marina Square to shop. I had a hard time finding the present. Most shops don’t have grey jeans. Luckily for my best-est best friend, I managed to find it. It was rather awkward for such a macho man to step into ladies shops. However, I was manly enough to go in. I saw two in Zara, one in Topshop and one in Mango. Mango has a pair of very pale grey jeans which I’m not sure whether it’s straight cut or tapered. There are some studs at the back pocket and I think that it’s nice because I chose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a buffet. The food was really nice. I must really salute my Sis. She had more than thirty friends coming to our house! So many that I had to surrender my room and resort to standing around the house. And yes, my house was like a casino with people playing Mahjong and dices and drinking and smoking. They drank Martell and twenty four cans of Heineken. After most people had left, we had chivas and played cards and number games. I’m a better drinker than my Sis. Ha! I’m feeling really arrogant now. Birthday Girl drank only one cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept really late and woke up really late as well. There was buffet again on Sunday. The buffet was bigger because we have a lot of relatives. So Sis had two birthday cakes in total. Maybe she can have two birthday wishes. Haha. I’m so smart. Oh boy, buffet plus birthday cake plus alcohol plus buffet plus birthday cake equal getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be BLAW Tutorial on Monday. Sian na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-1793557947791537836?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1793557947791537836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=1793557947791537836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/1793557947791537836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/1793557947791537836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/teacher.html' title='The Teacher'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-1751216907535545506</id><published>2007-05-06T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:21:48.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz..</title><content type='html'>I'm really sad right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my files, photos, songs are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have downloaded songs from sohu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It caused my computer to crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know that my back up discs were blank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-1751216907535545506?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1751216907535545506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=1751216907535545506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/1751216907535545506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/1751216907535545506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/haiz.html' title='Haiz..'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-3896307057828347028</id><published>2007-05-06T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T12:59:47.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many happenings</title><content type='html'>I have been sick for the past few days or slightly more than a week to be exact. Even now. It is not really serious actually. Just cough, flu, sore throat, running nose, a little bit of diarrhea and fever. However, the son of a strong, fit and healthy guy, Xu Weiming, will be fine. Hopefully. It's been more than 2 years since I've seen a doctor because of illness and my immune system is always able to defeat the viruses and bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of school wasn't very nice, because I overslept for most of the days. My body still wasn't used to the early waking up. I was kind of addicted to Defenders of the Ancients (DotA) as well and played till late in the morning like two or three ante meridiem (am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second week wasn't any better, because I was still playing DotA till late at night. At the latter part of the week, I slept really early, like 10 post meridiem (pm) or even earlier. However, I woke up at about three or four am. This means that I was still lacking of my beauty sleep. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third week is also early sleeping and early waking up. A good thing is that I didn't play DotA at all. Boy, I'm proud of myself. So proud and pumped up that I feel like sleeping. And man, a long time no see friend asked me a super sad question. It was something like this 'Eh Weiming, did you put on weight?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that for this Semester, there are more questions in the tutorials and this means more work. Projects are really early like the fourth and fifth week of the term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to keep my nails short like the nails on my left hand. However, I need to keep a bit of nails on my right hand so that I can pluck the guitar's strings with nice piercing sounds. This is troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally rebooted my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some abstract happenings in school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shitifed when I found out that you can't sue people for privacy issues. Oh man, Weida is going to 'siao1 yao2 fa3 wai4' after viewing all my highly confidential files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realised that if you were to dig a piece of nose shit which is bigger than the parking coupon tab, you should not roll and flick it away. That will be considered as littering and you may need to do Corrective Work Order (CWO). One way to counter this is to nicely divide it into smaller pieces and shoot them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there have been cases of girls peeping at the guys' toilets. They nonchalantly shared with their friends what they had seen and laughed loudly. This kind of act isn't something worth showing off and I think that it is wrong to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have different types of interesting teachers. Teacher who anyhow cut other people's hair, teachers who laugh at their own jokes, teacher who likes horses, teachers who like to talk to themselves, teacher who laughed at other people's height, teachers who shared their stories and teacher who talk about contradicting issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new school rule. That is to dress formally every Thursday and smart casual wear for the rest of the week days. I think that it is not very smart because it is very superficial. For example, we are just wearing that so that we look smart though we are not really that way. However, if we were really smart, people will be able to notice or sense it. Okay. Ignore that. I think that we are still quite young and should wear tee shirts. It will be weird if we were to wear tee shirts when we were like thirty or forty years old, or wear blazers when we really young. Maybe lecturers should have dress codes as well. Like tee shirts and jeans on Friday so that they do not look too serious. Okay, that is getting really crappy. I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful to the person who returned my thumbdrive. Really thanks a lot. All my precious and important files would have been gone for good if not for the person. I don't know how to thank the person and I don't know who he or she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-3896307057828347028?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3896307057828347028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=3896307057828347028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/3896307057828347028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/3896307057828347028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-been-sick-for-past-few-days-or.html' title='Many happenings'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-117614185068128220</id><published>2007-04-10T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T10:57:16.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm as busy as a bee.</title><content type='html'>This week is going to be quite busy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be driving practical tomorrow. After that, there is Sis' school fashion show. Boy, I don't know what to wear. Shirt or tee? Which pair of jeans should I wear? My hair is kind of messy and long. Should I wear a cap? And and and what if the person there asks me to me a model. Okay. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, there is driving practical again then chalet for three days and two nights. Haha. Only chalet. I don’t remember what day that is. Sorry Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on Friday and most probably be sleeping for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, I need to buy some stationary for the new Semester and maybe I'm getting a haircut as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm such a great brother because I helped my Sis with her final project. Ha Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish her all the best for her final project and may she be the best-est fashion designer there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-117614185068128220?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/117614185068128220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=117614185068128220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117614185068128220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117614185068128220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-week-is-going-to-be-quite-busy.html' title='I&apos;m as busy as a bee.'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-117609887555260400</id><published>2007-04-09T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T14:07:55.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been doodling a lot recently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-117609887555260400?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/117609887555260400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=117609887555260400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117609887555260400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117609887555260400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-been-doodling-lot-recently_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-117609882483290895</id><published>2007-04-09T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T10:58:15.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1930/4112/1600/8573/09042007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1930/4112/320/966524/09042007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drawing is handsome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-117609882483290895?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/117609882483290895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=117609882483290895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117609882483290895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117609882483290895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-drawing-is-handsome_09.html' title='Drawing'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-117609816893758299</id><published>2007-04-09T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T10:58:29.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1930/4112/1600/26270/09042007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1930/4112/320/720993/09042007%28001%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bad with colouring. I don't have dark blue, so I substituted it with purple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-117609816893758299?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/117609816893758299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=117609816893758299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117609816893758299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117609816893758299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-bad-with-colouring.html' title='Drawings'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-117609806992922845</id><published>2007-04-09T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T10:58:47.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And more drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1930/4112/1600/535869/09042007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1930/4112/320/993810/09042007%28002%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not done yet. I intend to add a few other things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-117609806992922845?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/117609806992922845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=117609806992922845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117609806992922845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117609806992922845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-not-done-yet.html' title='And more drawings'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-117537185510605333</id><published>2007-04-01T05:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:04:12.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please try</title><content type='html'>Boy, it's time I learn to bathe early and sleep early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-117537185510605333?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/117537185510605333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=117537185510605333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117537185510605333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117537185510605333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/boy-its-time-i-learn-to-bathe-early.html' title='Please try'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-117515467048594792</id><published>2007-03-29T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:00:18.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1930/4112/1600/539501/04042007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1930/4112/320/438631/04042007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1930/4112/1600/70552/29032007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how to pass time when you're bored. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appetite hasn't been good these few days, except for Tuesday afternoon when I had two plates of chicken cutlet rice. After that my appetite just went down. I feel un-hungry easily. This is bad because I'm still a growing child and I need all the nutrients I can get. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-117515467048594792?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/117515467048594792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=117515467048594792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117515467048594792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117515467048594792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-how-to-pass-time-when-youre.html' title='I love drawings'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-117441335327873934</id><published>2007-03-21T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:00:42.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this</title><content type='html'>I love playing solitaire for hours, knowing that I have nothing waiting for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love playing the guitar for as long as I like, knowing that I'm constantly improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hanging out with my best-est friends for some days, knowing that I can always count on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love waking up late in the morning for almost everyday, knowing that I do not have to rush to take the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love looking out of the windows and staring at the clouds, enjoying the breezes as the cars drive pass me quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love lying on my bed and listening to my favourite songs, enjoying every beat and sound as the seconds pass by unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sitting down on the sofa and watching television programmes with my family, enjoying simple yet blissful quality time as we laughed in front of the television ecstatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love lazing around the house and having random conversations with my family, enjoying the contentment of letting them know that we do care as we chat nonsensically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that busy after all. Even though I have chalets, work, driving tests and practical, guitar lessons, chalet preparations, birthday presents to buy and a few other plans and things need to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that I'm a very hygienic person. Because my best-est best friend didn't bathe. I shall not say who is it yea. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;*coughBrandoncough*&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-117441335327873934?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/117441335327873934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=117441335327873934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117441335327873934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117441335327873934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-playing-solitaire-for-hours.html' title='I love this'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-117207849870931261</id><published>2007-02-21T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:01:02.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gambling is really bad</title><content type='html'>Please people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not ask me to gamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to gamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. That's skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, for winning ya money as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class and 04 went to Ms. Chen Yen Yin's house just now. It's very nice of her to invite us. I don't really like to gamble but they just kind of forced me to play cards. In the end, I played with them to 'yin4 chou2' them since it's the Chinese New Year and I shouldn't be 'shao3 xin4'. I'm really sorry if I won ya money. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a coincidence that only Hui Jue and Qiu Hua wore the same colour shirt that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I didn't get to eat the food. So sad can. I just wanted to let them eat more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's okay because I ate with my Mum and Sis at the place which I used to work. I ate two and a half big bowls of rice and a lot of veggies, meat, fish, curry, soup and etc. So full. That was actually my breakfast, lunch and dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-117207849870931261?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/117207849870931261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=117207849870931261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117207849870931261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117207849870931261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/please-people.html' title='Gambling is really bad'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-117207356884835162</id><published>2007-02-20T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:01:29.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weiming loves cooking and cleaning up</title><content type='html'>Weiming: Today is a really memorable for me do you know that bloggy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy: Haha. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiming: Because today is my first time cooking scramble egg and lamb chop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy: Oh my god! That's so cool can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th February 2007 at about 10pm plus, Weiming was abandoned by his Mum. His Mum didn't bother about him anymore and couldn't care less. His Mum went to play mahjong and left him all alone in his house. He was very sad. So at night, he decided to cook his own food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, was the scramble egg. I heard from my best-est best friend, Vanessa Chng Xian Na, that she's great in cooking, so I 'qin3 jiao4' her how to cook that. She's a really very nice person and imparted her secret recipe to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) First beat an egg into a bowl&lt;br /&gt;2.) Add 1 teaspoon of fresh milk or 2 (not a whole cup of it)&lt;br /&gt;3.) Den you must stir well&lt;br /&gt;4.) Den heat the wok&lt;br /&gt;5.) Add in butter or marginarine (margarine), dunnoe how you spell it, nt oil&lt;br /&gt;6.) Den you heat the oil le&lt;br /&gt;7.) Pour in the mixture&lt;br /&gt;8.) Must stir it at the time&lt;br /&gt;9.) Till its cook kkz&lt;br /&gt;10.) Cheese or mayno cannot, erm i dun think so cos it suppose to melt it&lt;br /&gt;11.) Vegetable oil shuld be okie but i am nt sure if it will taste as nice&lt;br /&gt;12.) Den you heat the oil le&lt;br /&gt;13.) Pour in the mixture&lt;br /&gt;14.) Must stir it at the time&lt;br /&gt;15.) Till its cook kkz&lt;br /&gt;16.) Soy sauce or pepper can be added later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really very easy and simple to make with only 16 long steps to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first try was quite a failure. The pot caught fire. I didn't even have the chance to fry the egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1930/4112/320/156042/Image%28441%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Only professional chefs are able to create such impressive fires.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then became 'cao4 da4'. Got to wash and cook again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1930/4112/320/473216/Image%28442%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my second try was better. 'Tian1 wu2 jue3 ren2 zhi1 lu4', 'tie3 bang4 ke2 yi3 mo2 cheng2 zhen4' 'ji1 dan4 ke2 yi3 zai4 zhu3'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new receipt because my house has ran out of fresh milk so I used multi-grain milk. Nevertheless, it still tasted nice. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1930/4112/320/289946/Image%28443%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the lamb chop. It was my first time as well. Luckily for Men's Health magazine that I managed to cook a high-class-professional-expert-healthy-yummy-delicious-terrific-fantastic-superb-nice lamb chop! It's not as easy as you all might think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you need to marinade okay. It's for the flavourings. I bet all of you don’t know that. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Acids - "Acids break down the muscle fibres and gives you a tender, moister piece of meat," says Tyler Florence, author of Tyler's Ultimate: Brilliant Simple Food to Make Any Time. Expand your horizons with different vinegars: wine, sherry, or apple cider. Citrus juice, wine and yoghurt also do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Role players These flavour builders add depth and character to a marinade. Oliver oil, Dijon mustard, honey, fresh ginger (now I know why Ah Ma's chicken wings taste so heavenly), chipotle peppers, soy sauce, and other give your meat and fish an identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCENTS Fresh or dried herbs impart subtle notes, while assertive spices like cayenne and curry powder can shape an entire flavor profile. But beware of salt in your marinades. "Early salting creates osmosis, which pulls important moisture from your food," says Florence. ] above from Men's Health's March 2007 Issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but there was a lot of smoke when I cooked. Then I needed to open all the windows and switch on all fans. Like caught fire like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1930/4112/320/13723/Image%28445%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(It's black pepper lamb chop.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it looked a tiny-whiny-small-little-bit insightful, it tasted very very very X999 nice! The meat was tender and juicy and it just made you feel like you were flying, drifting and floating when you chewed (sorry Hui Jue) it. &lt;s&gt;I forced my Mum to try my lamb chop&lt;/s&gt; Mum insisted on trying my delicious and yummy lamb chop. She said that it taste &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; nice. Of course, it tastes nice, my Mum. Thanks a lot, Mum. Sis didn't want to try. I really felt sad for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously from the bottom of my kind and benevolent and healthy heart, I think that I can cook better than the hawker centre near my house. Hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked noodles afterwards. I think that I've improved tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned the things and mopped the floor after everything was done. I feel arrogant now. Arrgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A super big gigantic enormous fly flew into my Sis' room just now. I wanted to kill it. However, after much investigation, I found out that it was actually just a small beetle. I trapped it using a container and dragged it all the way to the living room. Sis commented that I've become braver. I feel so proud! And and and before that I killed a cricket with my paper puncher. That was the second time I did that. It has become a vicious cycle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-117207356884835162?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/117207356884835162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=117207356884835162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117207356884835162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117207356884835162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/weiming-today-is-really-memorable-for.html' title='Weiming loves cooking and cleaning up'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-117040073680123005</id><published>2007-02-02T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:01:54.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've got to say this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it makes me sound gay-ish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or confused people about my straightness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone! Especially Brandon Chua Wei Wen, Goh Weida and Tay Hui Jue!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first of February 2007, when I reached school, I was welcomed by a Birthday Present! Oh my God!!! Totally unexpected. Because no one was talking about Birthday except myself who kept trying to hint other people about it. Thanks a lot to Tay Hui Jue, Emily Wong Min Jie, Fan Jia Xin, Lai Sihua and Lau Ai Hui for the present. I really like them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't open the present in front of them because integrity told me not to. And it was rude. However, Emotional Quotient (EQ) told me that I should open it up. Because it's the highest respect to give to someone by opening up the present in front of them. Sorry, if it sounded crap-ish. The struggle between EQ and integrity put me in a difficult position. I didn't open it up because I'm a moral person and I remembered about Mum telling me not to open up the Hong Paos in front of people when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the Principles of Accounting (PAcc) Paper, Brandon zoomed off to God-knows-where. He said that he needed to see some teacher. So Weida told me to wait for him to finish then we go out and eat. Hui Jue was always a busy person and right after papers was usually his consultation period which people could ask him questions (adapted from handsome Weida). That son of a smart guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for sometime before going off. I seriously from the bottom of my kind and benevolent and healthy heart did not know what was waiting for me ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to my most surprise-est surprise, my classmates were waiting for me there. They were inside the container thingy. What's more? There was a cake! A fattening, high in calories chocolate cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I was seriously very terribly truly touched. I really really didn't expect that. I was lost for words. There was a Birthday Song some more. I so wanted to cry at that moment la. Oh my, I felt so fortunate! Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Brandon Chua Wei Wen, Goh Weida, Tay Hui Jue, Ang Li Fang, Candy Hao Yun, Emily Wong Min Jie, Fan Jia Xin, Lai Sihua, Lau Slayer Ai Hui, Lim Si Min, Ng Sing Ying, See Pei Jing and Tan Wan Lian for being there, for singing the Birthday Song and for eating the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake was bought by Brandon, that son of a rich guy. He actually went all the way to don't-know-where to buy the cake for me la. Thanks a lot, Bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was waiting session for Brandon. He was at the School of Business the Fourth Floor... Which room we were all not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that time, a lot of topics were discussed. And I found out the reasons for my present. Because my face condition isn't very good. And my face is oily. Clank... Clank clank... That simple sentence stabbed right through my brittle and kind heart. By the way, the presents are an Acne Cleansing Foam, Grapefruit Seed Extract (Deep Tonic), Grapefruit Seed Extract (Oil Control Lotion) and the biggest of all, an Economy Pack Comex Facial Cotton! But, it's really thoughtful of them. Because I really really like them very much from the bottom of my kind and benevolent and healthy heart. I like them so much so that I can't bear to use them. Thanks a lot, Tay Hui Jue, Emily Wong Min Jie, Fan Jia Xin, Lai Sihua and Lau Slayer Ai Hui for the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, Brandon finally decided to come back happily. He told us that we needed to do Voluntary Work during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat at Waruku at Marina Square. In order to show my gratitude to them, I treated them!!! Weiming is just so kind as always. A million thanks to Xu Weiming!!! Only, Brandon Chua Wei Wen, Goh Weida, Tay Hui Jue, Ang Li Fang, Emily Wong Min Jie and Lai Sihua were there though. Nevertheless, we enjoyed ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was shopping for a while before saying goodbye to Ang Li Fang, Emily Wong Min Jie and Lai Sihua and heading to Market Place for a bottle of Champagne. Thanks to Brandon Chua Wei Wen, Goh Weida and Tay Hui Jue again for buying the Champagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't aware that they were planning to go my house during that time. However, it was really really great to have them around to celebrate my Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Chua Wei Wen, Goh Weida and Tay Hui Jue went to my house right after buying the Champagne. Because according to Weida, we should run back if not the wine would not be cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Playstation and computer and we listened to songs before going down to the playground downstairs at about 11.55pm to celebrate my Birthday. Another Birthday Song! My tears were on the verge of felling down la. So touched. And and and the feeling of opening a bottle of Champagne was super shiok la. We drank and drank and drank. Later we played soccer and badminton and wrestling. We sons of healthy and fit and macho and strong and muscular guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked Maggie Mee for them to eat because we were lazy to go elsewhere to eat. We were all exhausted by that time. Brandon told me that the noodles tasted too bland. I'm really sorry Brandon, because I cannot cook as well as her. I couldn't eat because I'm a vegetarian that day and there were scallops in the noodles. Sian na. I couldn't taste the cooking of a great cook. I think that must be the reason why the soup tasted bland, because I couldn't estimate the flavour well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we watched television for a while and listened to the music. I told some ghost stories to them. Then we fall asleep. Sorry, except for Brandon who surfed the net for God-knows-what websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we woke up, Hui Jue told us that he needed to go off first. So he went off early. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rested for a while. Then Brandon had to make a call. He talked quite softly that Weida and I were able to hear it clearly from the living-room. He was in the room by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to eat. Weida treated me the peanut pancake. Thanks a lot, kind Weida. We were so full that we decided to go to the playgrounds around there. I found out that everyone had childhood memories there. Brandon was a very brave person and was frightened by Weida in broad daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Parkway Parade because Brandon wanted to buy a Birthday Present for one of his friends. Her Birthday is one day later than mine. Sorry Brandon. Brandon couldn't find the suitable present for her. And we decided to go to MPH for some serious reading of magazines about health issues. Weida went home after that halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and I went to the Popular for a while before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I really really like to thank everyone in this whole wide universe. Because it's really the two happiest days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special and infinitely infinite thanks to my Grandpas, Grandmas, Daddy, my Mummy, my Sister, my Uncles, my Aunties, Brandon Chua Wei Wen, Goh Weida, Tay Hui Jue, Zhang Wen Kai, Ang Li Fang, Ang Jian Xiong, Candy Hao Yun, Chian Siew Fong, Debbie Poh Man Ting, Emily Wong Min Jie, Fan Jia Xin, Hanafi, Hay Chew Hua, Huang Shu Qi, Husna, Jacelyn, Jarryl Tay Jun Yuan, Jazreel, Joshua Lai Sihua, June Tang Qian Jun, Lau Ai Hui, Lim Si Min, Lim Sim Yee, Low Kim Bert, Mavis Ho Xue Feng, Mr. Ronald Sathianathan, Ng Sing Ying, Rayz Ng Jia Wei, See Pei Jing, See Rui Zuan, Soh Yan Ni, Tam Jun Hui, Tan Wan Lian, Tan Yan Qi, Tong Ri and Vanessa Chng Xian Na for wishing me Happy Birthday and everything!!! Because I really appreciate everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/320/01-02-07_1632.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;I wish I wish I wish...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;( Thanks a lot, Brandon. For helping me to take this beautiful picture.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-117040073680123005?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/117040073680123005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=117040073680123005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117040073680123005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/117040073680123005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-got-to-say-this-out.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116810538860738590</id><published>2007-01-07T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:02:18.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only you know this</title><content type='html'>Like the innocent eyes of a little kitten&lt;br /&gt;You glanced at me&lt;br /&gt;I was lost&lt;br /&gt;And you seemed like the whole world to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the wonderful voice of a graceful angel&lt;br /&gt;You spoke to me&lt;br /&gt;I was melted&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden, I was lost for words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the naive beam of a small child&lt;br /&gt;You smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;I was mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I swore that you were the most beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you're an unreachable dream&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just a dreamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116810538860738590?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116810538860738590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116810538860738590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116810538860738590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116810538860738590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/like-innocent-eyes-of-little-kitten.html' title='If only you know this'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116731805745154649</id><published>2006-12-28T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:02:47.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm strong</title><content type='html'>I was sick for the past few days. Really sick (not the kind which Hui Jue thinks of). I felt terrible. Arr. I had fever, headache, stomachache and constipation. Mum told me that it must be because it was drizzling when I was jogging the other day. No, I wasn’t trying to act macho or tough on that day. I only wanted to complete the journey and I didn’t expect myself to be so weak. I found out that my handsome friend, Brandon, is sick as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out another thing as well. When I was forcing things out from behind me in the toilet, I found out that if you keep saying Si Hua Chew Hua Si Hua Chew Hua… the end results are Si Chew Hua and Chew Si Hua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116731805745154649?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116731805745154649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116731805745154649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116731805745154649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116731805745154649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-sick-for-past-few-days.html' title='I&apos;m strong'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116731718181005802</id><published>2006-12-28T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:03:52.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That is 20 bravery points you gain</title><content type='html'>Dear bloggy, I am really sorry for neglecting ya. Please do not be angry or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I cycled to East Coast Park and it was super scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I slept at about 7pm the night before, I woke up very early the next day. Since I couldn’t fall asleep anymore, I decided to go cycling at about 4.30am. Actually, I wanted to go jogging. However, as it was still quite dark, I feel that cycling is a better idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was shiok as there were not many cars at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as I cycled along the big drain, I felt as though I was being watched. The reflected lights from the lampposts on the waters were like zillions of eyes. These terrifying eyes seemed to be staring hard and scrutinizing my every movement, as if waiting for the right opportunity to strike. The sounds they produced seemed to be calling for my help and beckoning me to go down. I wondered what lurked underneath the waters as I paddled on, faster and faster with each cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to look at the waters. I turned my head and saw white walls. They seemed like faces smiling and waving to me slowly. I mumbled a prayer as my heart palpitated hard against my chest. I didn’t respond to ‘them’ and I cycled on, feigning as if I saw nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw a black cat by the side. It glared at me with its big and round but intimidating eyes. It moaned at me, as though telling to go home. I ignored its advice because going back would make me a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paddled and paddled and had finally reached the opposite site of East Coast Park. Only the two-way road lied in between the park and me. I got off my bike and pushed it up the overhead bridge. Suddenly, I heard heavy footsteps following behind me. I dared not look behind. I pushed my bike with all my might and as fast as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an elderly couple in front of me. I heaved a sigh of relieve as I thought that they might be able to help me. However, as I got nearer to them, the footsteps behind me miraculously disappeared. I was gald. I apologized to the couple and overtook them. I didn’t take a look at their faces because I may not know what I would see. I hopped onto my bike and finally reached East Coast Park. I realized that the couple didn’t intend to go to East Coast Park. They were at walking to and forth at the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East Coast Park was not as frightening because there were many people there. I really hoped that the people whom I saw were really people. I kept cycling around there and didn’t want to go home so early because I didn’t want to face the same route again. I wanted to wait for the Sun to rise first before going home. Then suddenly, something struck my mind. I need to cycle for half an hour more because of Singapore’s Daylight Saving of half an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116731718181005802?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116731718181005802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116731718181005802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116731718181005802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116731718181005802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/dear-bloggy-i-am-really-sorry-for.html' title='That is 20 bravery points you gain'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116550417859058167</id><published>2006-12-07T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:05:20.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really sorry..</title><content type='html'>I'm terrible sorry to all my team mates this morning. I screwed everything up. I'm to be blamed for everything. I brought this upon all of you. I'm solely responsible. I will try my best to make it up to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assure that your words will not go to naught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116550417859058167?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116550417859058167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116550417859058167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116550417859058167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116550417859058167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-terrible-sorry-to-all-my-team-mates.html' title='I&apos;m really sorry..'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116532599690255896</id><published>2006-12-05T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:05:43.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weiming is really depressed</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be so depressed these few days. Why? Because my project mates keep throwing bad remarks at me. For example, short, ugly, oily face, disgusting, fat and unhygienic, just to name a few. In addition to that, they scolded me vulgarities which I'm not going to name them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I really need to change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116532599690255896?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116532599690255896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116532599690255896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116532599690255896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116532599690255896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-going-to-be-so-depressed-these-few.html' title='Weiming is really depressed'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116452567932290589</id><published>2006-11-26T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:06:50.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did Global Geography Tourism (GGT) and Organisational Management Projects in Sing Ying's house. How nice of her to tell everyone to meet at 11am and me at 10.30am. But never mind, since I reached there at 10.50am or 10.55am like that. Siew Fong was late. However, she treated me a piece of Ya Kun Kaya Toasted Bread. So never mind. Thanks a lot, Siew Fong. Wanlian and Chew Hua were on the same train so they reached at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After project, I went to meet The YaWniEzzZzzZzz at Marina Square. We went to watch Happy Feet. What a coincidence that Siew Fong was in the same cinema theatre as me. She messaged me and told me that she heard my beautiful voice. Her boyfriend is tall, macho, handsome and muscular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Feet is quite nice. I give it 3.893333333 out of 5 stars. The plot is not nice. It is lame. However, the penguins were cute and very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that there are some messages behind the movie. Firstly, you need to persevere so that you can become somebody. First was the Sea Lion which Jumbo encountered. Jumbo did his best and everything he could to try and escape from the Sea Lion. He did not give in to the Sea Lion. Eventually, he managed to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the quest which he set out to find the 'Aliens'. He didn't give up even though the elephant-like sea animals told him about the dangers ahead. The heavy snows which they met were also hurdles to test them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many other obstacles which he managed to overcome. You have to watch the movie to find out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that the movie is trying to psycho us into believing that humans are really that kind-hearted. For example, we would really not disrupt their natural habitat and willing not to capture fish so that the penguins have food to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie, we found a shop giving out samples. It was something like tidbits and they claimed that their tidbits were healthy. So I took one and tried. Then I asked them what they were made of. They told me it was fish floss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'HUH!!! Fish Floss! I'm a vegetarian.' shrieked Weiming as he glared at the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person was shocked and seemed lost. Then I told them that I was just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nutrition and Wellness (NUTW) Gems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Husna on the way for my NUTW Gems. What a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my Quiz. I scored 8 out of 20 and 13 out of 25 after adding my e-learning assignment at first. After much dispute, marking errors and questionings, most students managed to get a few more marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I scored 16 out of 25 which is 64 percent. I need to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Innovation, Design &amp; Entrepreneur in Action (IDEA)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something which was meant to be very saddening turned out to be joke of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our teacher, Mila was telling us about her Mother having a tumor in the right side of her head. I couldn't remember which side was it in. As it was in The Philippines, the doctors did not have the technology to use laser to cut open her head in order to remove the tumor. So, they had to do it manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, out of nowhere there came a sound. ZZZAAARRRZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sawing of something using a chainsaw. Everyone burst out laughing. &lt;s&gt;It was as good as saying that Weida was a nice person then suddenly you saw a pig with fluffy wings flying around outside the windows in the classroom. Or when Brandon was saying a lame joke then suddenly a black crow flew by and froze to death in the classroom.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out later that the sound was from the Diploma in Media and Communication (DMC) block. There were people sawing wooden planks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Jue's fly was undone while we were in the train to Ang Mo Kio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Ang Mo Kio to eat Botak Jones Western food. We waited for a really really very long time before the food finally arrived. If the staff there were correct, the waiting was really between 45 minutes to an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Tong's house. Tong was still asleep when we had reached his house. Brandon, Hui Jue, Joshua and Weida played the Mahjong, while Tong played the computer and Elisha and I sat on the sofa to watch television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tong had three meowths in his house. We were rather afraid that his meowths would use payday on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it is really nice to wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a really great sunrise on Thursday. I used my phone and took a photo of it. It was really very nice. It was something like a rainbow, but it is not one since it is horizontal and rainbows are arc-like. There was a long stretch of clouds above the sea and a combination of colours filled the clouds. There were some distinct orange and red colours. It was picture-perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I took out my phone to show my friends the picture, I found out that my phone didn’t save the picture. Super sian na. My phone is really spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this middle-aged Malay woman (I'm not being racist, just descriptive) in the Mass Rapid Transport (MRT) Train, who was standing diagonally opposite of me. She was listening to this Westlife song called 'Swear It All Over Again' in her handphone using the loud speaker. She certainly had superbly great assumption skills because she thought that everyone in the train like Westlife and that everyone liked that particular song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon skipped school. We are so sad. But never mind. Because Sihua called Brandon to show her care and concern for Brandon. That was really very nice of her to do that. Oh, we can understand, she is one of the Class Committee members and of course has to set a good example for us by showing her Care and Concern (SP Core Values) to Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day. I stepped into the Mass Rapid Transport (MRT) Train. There was this very handsome guy. He kept starring at me for a long time, like &lt;s&gt;as if I'm really that handsome&lt;/s&gt; so shiok. I was just a thiny whiny bit pissed off by it. So I looked back. Then he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;diaoed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me. How very the nice son of a Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I'm surrounded by sick people when we did our Innovation, Design &amp;amp; Entrepreneur in Action (IDEA) group project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Swissotel Merchant Court. &lt;strong&gt;Kim Bert and Ai Hui&lt;/strong&gt; didn't go. Well, we can understand, because &lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt; were really busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found someone about the same height as me - The Caucasian General Manager (GM) of the Swissotel Merchant Court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swissotel Merchant Court wants to hire part-timers in the Food and Beverage Department. Those who want to find work can go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Principles of Tourism and Hospitality (PTH) Tutorial was lame and crappy because our group was entertaining ourselves in front of the class. We laughed at our own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon wanted to cut hair at Bugis and we &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; follow him. So Hui Jue and I accompanied him there. While Brandon had his hair cut, Hui Jue and I shopped around. After Brandon had finished letting the hairdresser cut his hair, we went to shop again. He couldn't find the blazer which he had his eyes on. I'm sorry, Brandon. Hui Jue with his General Manager (GM) look was &lt;s&gt;harassed&lt;/s&gt; requested by a lady to go for a talk by Prudential, mainly to psycho him. He didn’t buy any policy but I bought two tee shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Brandon. Because my Mum was free to send me around to cut my hair on Monday. It was entirely my fault. Please do not be angry and scold me or my Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bathing = shorter sleeping time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I know what I should do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116452567932290589?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116452567932290589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116452567932290589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116452567932290589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116452567932290589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/saturday-we-did-global-geography.html' title='Summary'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116447034319952134</id><published>2006-11-25T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:07:24.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to Joshua and Kok Keong!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116447034319952134?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116447034319952134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116447034319952134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116447034319952134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116447034319952134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-to-joshua-and-kok-keong.html' title='Same Birthdays'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116402600033109555</id><published>2006-11-20T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:08:14.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No plagiarism please</title><content type='html'>The below is totally &lt;strong&gt;quoted from the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LIME Magazine November Issue&lt;/strong&gt;. Please do not sue me for plagiarism. I've already indicated the source of the contents below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the way you piss say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sociable&lt;/strong&gt; - You'll join a friend in a piss whether you have to go or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Absent-minded&lt;/strong&gt; - You unzip your jacket, pull out your tie and piss in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Efficient&lt;/strong&gt; - You wait until you have to shit and then do both jobs at once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Practical&lt;/strong&gt; - You find all the urinals occupied so you piss in the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tough&lt;/strong&gt; - You whack your ***** against the side of the urinal to dry it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116402600033109555?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116402600033109555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116402600033109555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116402600033109555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116402600033109555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/below-is-totally-quoted-from-lime.html' title='No plagiarism please'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116402597960132177</id><published>2006-11-20T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:08:49.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weiming is a good boy</title><content type='html'>I go to school to study. My promise to my parents is not to slack if I were to go to a Polytechnic Institution. I always try my best not to skip lessons, though I’ve skipped a few times. I do feel guilty and remorseful. However, I will tell my Mum about it. She is understanding and didn't really mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I really need a very good reason if I were to skip lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116402597960132177?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116402597960132177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116402597960132177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116402597960132177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116402597960132177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-go-to-school-to-study.html' title='Weiming is a good boy'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116402464140621755</id><published>2006-11-20T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:09:21.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An e-mail</title><content type='html'>This is an e-mail which I find interesting and useful to some people. It is not written by me but by someone name Li Ping. I don't know her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Some might find it familiar, some might have already past this &gt;stage, but nevertheless, its good to know more I guess (and another &gt;excuse to get mood swings apart from PMS?) &gt; &gt;===========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going &gt;along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things &gt;about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start &gt;feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but &gt;then get scared because you barely know where you are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those &gt;friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the &gt;greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost &gt;touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't &gt;recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really &gt;cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as &gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought &gt;you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing &gt;that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares &gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing &gt;and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you &gt;realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are &gt;constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what &gt;isn't. One minute, &gt;you are insecure and then the next, secure. You laugh and cry with &gt;the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and &gt;confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past &gt;with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further &gt;and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are &gt;or move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do &gt;such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet &gt;anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe &gt;you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why &gt;you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting &gt;wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and &gt;talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem &gt;to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and &gt;making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be &gt;great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to &gt;it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as &gt;hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;========================================================= &gt; &gt; &gt;Best Regards, &gt;Li Ping &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116402464140621755?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116402464140621755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116402464140621755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116402464140621755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116402464140621755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-e-mail-which-i-find.html' title='An e-mail'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116396168015555331</id><published>2006-11-20T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:09:41.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi phone</title><content type='html'>My phone seems okay after charging it. However, I need to change it as soon as possible before it's really spoilt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116396168015555331?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116396168015555331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116396168015555331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116396168015555331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116396168015555331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-phone-seems-okay-after-charging-it.html' title='Hi phone'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116395675290558646</id><published>2006-11-20T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:10:33.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sons of fit guys</title><content type='html'>I went jogging with yandao Weida just now. I finally exercised after such a long time. I could finally shed some fats. Son of a can finally shed some fats guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's very very fit la. And macho. And strong. Son of a strong guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cycled to his house alone. Son of a brave guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We jogged and jogged and he was very fast la. Son of a fast guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lagging behind. What a loserrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back after that. Son of a good at walking guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cycled home. Son of a brave guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a few Meowths and a Zubat. Fortunately, I managed to run away safely. I wanted to ask Pikachu to use Thunderbolt but it was too tired. So we ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pikachu! I choose you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116395675290558646?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116395675290558646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116395675290558646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116395675290558646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116395675290558646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-went-jogging-with-yandao-weida-just.html' title='Sons of fit guys'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116393760765309591</id><published>2006-11-19T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:10:58.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear phone</title><content type='html'>My phone is really spoilt. I'm sorry if you can't contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even switch it on now. I don't know whether I can trade it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's drizzling outside now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116393760765309591?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116393760765309591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116393760765309591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116393760765309591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116393760765309591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-phone-is-really-spoilt.html' title='Dear phone'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116393534338169809</id><published>2006-11-19T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:11:56.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love bean curd</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, I went out with my Sis to Paradiz. I bought a tee-shirt there. Then, we had Rochor bean curd. It was superbly terrific. It's not like the normal bean curd which is brittle and breaks up easily. The bean curd has an extremely smooth texture and it smells heavenly. It's tenderly soft as well and it costs only 60 cents if you eat there and a dollar if it's takeaway. We bought home two for Dad and Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to play pool at parkway parade afterwards. I lost to my Sis in all the games except those which I won because she fouled. I need to play more Yahoo Pool to train liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed to fail on that day. First is the Kbox, then the pool and finally the jogging. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116393534338169809?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116393534338169809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116393534338169809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116393534338169809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116393534338169809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-saturday-i-went-out-with-my-sis-to.html' title='I love bean curd'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116393512900860108</id><published>2006-11-19T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:12:24.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My un-big electric guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/1600/Image(392).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/320/Image%28392%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my new electric guitar. Very nice right?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116393512900860108?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116393512900860108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116393512900860108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116393512900860108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116393512900860108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/thats-my-new-electric-guitar.html' title='My un-big electric guitar'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116393401712076626</id><published>2006-11-19T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:12:47.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KBOX!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ai Hui and Brandon&lt;/strong&gt;, Hui Jue, Jia Xin, Sihua, Weida and I went to Kbox on Friday. It was my first trip there. My impression of it was a stage, a small television by the side and a chair. Then the person was supposed to sing on the stage and everyone would look at him or her. However, I was wrong. As the name suggests, it's indeed something like a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very fun. When we saw how &lt;s&gt;lovely&lt;/s&gt; nice &lt;strong&gt;Ai Hui and Brandon&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;s&gt;couple&lt;/s&gt; duet, sang together. Then it suddenly struck us why Brandon didn’t ask Kim Bert to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone ordered the same drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a beautiful voice. I found out that I'm such a noob and my songs were outdated. I don't know most of the songs. Loserrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/1600/9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/320/9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The group photo which Ai Hui &lt;s&gt;don't want Kim Bert to see&lt;/s&gt; wasn't inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/1600/Image(392).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/1600/2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/320/2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guy in blue was the best singer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Brandon was the &lt;s&gt;Cinderella&lt;/s&gt; or Cinde&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rena&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and had to leave us when the clock struck 7 o'clock to meet Rena &lt;s&gt;for candlelit dinner&lt;/s&gt; and company for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our dinner without Brandon and we went shopping without &lt;strong&gt;Brandon and Ai Hui.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/1600/12.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/320/12.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After shopping, we went to rest at the food court at Marina Square. The scenery there is very nice. We played dare or dare there. It was super lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116393401712076626?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116393401712076626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116393401712076626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116393401712076626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116393401712076626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/httpwwwbloggercompost.html' title='KBOX!!!'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116393368305756579</id><published>2006-11-19T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:14:01.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some opinions</title><content type='html'>Mid-Semester Test (MST) is finally over. Phew. Everything was manageable except Global Geography Tourism (GGT) and Nutrition and Wellness (NUTW) Gems. That is if you studied hard for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always believed that the teachers are not out to fail the students in real tests and examinations if the students studied hard for their subjects. Well, maybe I should change my assumption now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you taught about London in the lectures. But, it's about the time difference between Singapore and London and the flight duration from Singapore to London and vice versa. Nothing is taught about the location. And you expect us to know? How about asking the students to find the exact location of my house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told us not to memorize anything. We just needed to understand. Yea, I believed. And how am I supposed to understand that there is a Taroko Gorge in Taiwan? And Victoria Peak in Hong Kong? And Longhua Park in Shanghai? And The Damnoen Saduak in Thailand? How are we supposed to understand all these locations without memorizing their locations and their spellings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed perception that Multiply Choice Questions (MCQs) are easy after my NUTW Gems paper. I totally have no idea what causes Maramus and Kwashiorkor and what are the functions of Tributryrinase and Pepsin. I think that I really deserve to get fat for not knowing Nutrition and Wellness well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For MCQs, we have a 25% chance of getting it correct and a 75% to get it wrong. So the odds are not in favor of us getting a correct answer. Furthermore, if you are not a very lucky person or you just happened to be not really lucky that day, you know you will unlikely to get it correct. However, for structure questions, so long as what you have written makes sense, you score. In conclusion, MCQs may not be as easy as they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it is really my fault if I didn’t do well for my NUTW Gems paper. I didn't allocate time to study for it, except for the less than two hours break after the Principles of Tourism and Hospitality Paper. In addition to that, I didn't pay attention in class. Haiz. And I think that the teacher is very good towards me. I have utterly disappointed her. I need to score full marks for the next test and assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My GGT lecturer told us that horse meat and cow meat taste about the same because you're what you eat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116393368305756579?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116393368305756579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116393368305756579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116393368305756579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116393368305756579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/mid-semester-test-mst-is-finally-over.html' title='Just some opinions'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116299654249992397</id><published>2006-11-08T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:13:32.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weiming is charitable</title><content type='html'>This post was meant for Tuesday. I was too tired to post it yesterday. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had about four hours of sleep and I survived through the entire golf charity. Well, at least I reached school on time, at 8.15am. Handsome Brandon messaged me and told me to tell Mr. Ronald that he would reach school at 8.45 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ronald treated us breakfast at Food Court 6, although everyone tried hard not to accept it. In the end, we reluctantly accepted. Thank you, Mr. Ronald Sathianathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of labour there, carrying lots and lots of stuff. It was actually as good as shifting one room full of stuff, the whole capacity of the room in volume and not in area, all the way from Singapore Polytechnic to Tuas. So tiring. Hope that this can help us to shed some fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave out drinks at Raffles Country Club. The scenery was terrific. You see lush greenery and beautiful fountains and and and a natural lake/reservoir. So very the nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch at the golfers' terrace. Brandon ordered Fried Hokkian Mee, Elisha and Weida ordered Sweet and Sour Pork (xin you lin xi) and I ordered a large Mee Goreng. It was really extremely large. But nevertheless, I managed to finish it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was made to pair up with Elisha due to a game known as 'O Ah Bey Ah Soh'. Just how lucky can I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We distributed drinks there for more than 5 hours. It drizzled twice. However, we strived on. The rain was no obstacle, neither did it dampen our mood. We knew that we were doing for charity. Our hardship is nothing compared to those who need our help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that by putting a chili on top of an onion, rain can actually be prevented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I bathed there because I'm a very hygienic person. Weida broke the screen of my watch. But he was remorseful. So I shall find ways to fix that myself. There are many towels there so we actually wanted to bring home some so that they will have more space. However, they put back one towel as I told them about integrity and SP CORE values. I use Weida's Sebastian Wax. Thanks a lot, handsome Weida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was at the ball room. It was quite delicious. I give them four out of five stars. *Clap Clap Clap*&lt;br /&gt;After that was prize giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ronald sent us (Brandon, Elisha, Weida and me) to Outram Mass Rapid Transport (MRT) Station after prize presentation. Thank you, Mr. Ronald Sathianathan for sending us there. Clare left with a handsome male lecturer and Jacelyn left with a pretty female lecturer and her macho husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about a lot of things during the ride. I think that Elisha is actually quite a nice person. I found out that Mr. Ronald is a smoker and he scolds vulgarities. Well, it's not that it's a bad thing. Just that it shows that we're all humans. Even someone whom you hold in high regards pee and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to check out the photos taken there at dtrm1a01's multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weiming is so proud of himself. Weiming brushed his teeth for 3 times the day before and bathed for 3 times yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116299654249992397?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116299654249992397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116299654249992397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116299654249992397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116299654249992397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-post-was-meant-for-tuesday.html' title='Weiming is charitable'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116299349251618180</id><published>2006-11-08T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:04:52.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzy</title><content type='html'>1)NAME 13 OF YOUR CLASSMATES/FRIENDSTHAT YOU CAN THINK OF RIGHT NOW.BEST IN BOYS AND GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;*1) Weida&lt;br /&gt;*2) Brandon&lt;br /&gt;*3) Hui Jue&lt;br /&gt;*4) Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;*5) Sihua&lt;br /&gt;*6) Chew Hua&lt;br /&gt;*7) Emily&lt;br /&gt;*8) Jacelyn&lt;br /&gt;*9) Jarryl&lt;br /&gt;*10) Fiona&lt;br /&gt;*11) Husna&lt;br /&gt;*12) Siew Fong&lt;br /&gt;*13) Shuqi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 10?&lt;br /&gt;- It all began on a windy and half sunny day, at Tanjong Katong Secondary School, Singapore, when I met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if you never met 1?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;Life will be as usual. Maybe my Mickey Mouse watch will not be broken. &lt;/s&gt;Haha. Well, maybe I'll be so terribly extremely very sad that I'll weep everyday in the corner of my room and maybe be depressed all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen 4 cried?&lt;br /&gt;- Never and I doubt that I ever will. I've only seen her laugh out loud and make people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 10 is cute?&lt;br /&gt;- I think that she thinks that she's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to know 8?- I got to know her through handsome Weida. I knew her better through the chalet and golf charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go on a a date with 12?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course, and I'll make sure that she treats me since elders are supposed to treat the younger ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 7 favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;- I think red, green and brown, because they're my lucky colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if 6 express his/her love for you?&lt;br /&gt;- She’s me when I was younger (if you all happen to see my passport- the younger me). And since young, I’ve always been expressing my love for the future me. I'm used to all these. So I'll do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 4 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;oh, she's going out with herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 5 to you?&lt;br /&gt;- My best-est best friend and class treasurer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever live with 13?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm already living together with her on Mother Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 2 single?&lt;br /&gt;- That's the right question which you’ve asked for the right person. He's single, handsome, macho, tall, dark, macho, charming, sporty, hunky, friendly, humorous, smart and etc. So girls, what are you all waiting for? PS: You can always ask me for his number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about 3?&lt;br /&gt;- He's cute, tall, handsome, macho, humorous, intelligent, charming, helpful, honest and etc, with many suitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best about 8?&lt;br /&gt;- EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think you like about 11?&lt;br /&gt;- She's a loyal friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav memory with 6?&lt;br /&gt;- At the garden, chewing flowers together with Chew Hua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW TAG 6 PEOPLE TO DO THIS...&lt;br /&gt;*1) The Wei Brothers (Weida and Wei Wen)&lt;br /&gt;*2) The Ah Huas (Chew Hua and Sihua)&lt;br /&gt;*3) The Yawniezzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;*4) Kmiang&lt;br /&gt;*5) Weifen&lt;br /&gt;*6) Those who happened to see my blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116299349251618180?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116299349251618180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116299349251618180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116299349251618180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116299349251618180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/1name-13-of-your-classmatesfriendsthat.html' title='Quizzy'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116283505072034135</id><published>2006-11-07T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T10:56:33.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think that it's planned</title><content type='html'>I went to play pool just now. Again, I won everyone hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing, we went to take bus. When I had boarded the bus, I ecstatically tapped my e-z link card. To my horror, it didn’t give out a single sound. Then something struck my mind and I felt the pain. I realized that my beautiful e-z link card was still at the pool counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handsome friend, Jarryl, accompanied me back there, even though I asked him to stay there as I’m afraid that he might miss his last bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The macho guy returned me my e-z link card to me. And I thanked him. How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome Jarryl and I went to the bus-stop again. The bus which he was waiting for came within minutes and I waved good bye to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for more than half an hour for my bus and it still didn’t come. What a beautiful as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked home alone at midnight, with raindrops falling down on me which helped to mask my tears. HAHA! Okay. That’s crap. It was drizzling. The raindrops were light and tiny and cooling. I took more than half an hour to reach home. I hope that this would help me to shed some fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta tada ta-ta-ta ta-da da! Weiming has gained 20 bravery points for walking back home alone at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s golf tomorrow for the charity which the school has held. There will be ministers going there. I hope that the ministers’ daughters will ask for my number. HAHAHA! Arse vomits. I need to sleep liao. If not tomorrow would not look nice. Oh no, only about 4.5 hours of sleep for me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116283505072034135?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116283505072034135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116283505072034135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116283505072034135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116283505072034135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-went-to-play-pool-just-now.html' title='I think that it&apos;s planned'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116278363215199499</id><published>2006-11-06T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T10:55:37.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'm really a slacker</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been very slack. I woke up from my sleep, ate my lunch then took a nap. After that, woke up again, ate my dinner and drifted to dreamland. Woke up again to watch television and play computer. And finally, went back to sleep, again. What a retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had about 25 hours of slept from 00 00 hours on Saturday to Sunday at about 7 plus at night. This is known as letting the body to heal by itself. Not laziness. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part-time maid is coming to my house today. So exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria! Fetch me some water! Maria cleans this! And That! Don't forget those! These as well! Don’t SLACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahaha! I’m so evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there. -Wf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116278363215199499?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116278363215199499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116278363215199499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116278363215199499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116278363215199499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/past-few-days-have-been-very-slack.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m really a slacker'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116264897153008413</id><published>2006-11-04T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:04:30.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Dad</title><content type='html'>My Dad just told me that I'm getting fatter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116264897153008413?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116264897153008413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116264897153008413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116264897153008413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116264897153008413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-dad-just-told-me-that-im-getting.html' title='Thanks Dad'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116264206348489170</id><published>2006-11-04T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T10:54:37.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe things are planned before they actually happen</title><content type='html'>Ahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it’s time to really have a break. To sleep like nobody’s business. To enjoy life at a slower pace. To play. To shop. To exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t stop listening to the song Emotion by Bee Gees. It’s just so nice. La la la la. I listen to it in the morning, afternoon and night and everyday. Keep repeating the same track over and over again. Yea. I'm a bit siao, but I just admire their beautiful voices and wonderful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so amazing. Everything is so well planned. Some people are so good at one thing and some are good in another. My handsome friend, Kimbert, is superbly good with creating animations with Microsoft Powerpoint. He has such wonderfully wonderful imaginations about how to make his animations stand out amongst the others that I'm so stunning stunned by him. I think that he’s born with these fantastically fantastic skills. For this, I take my beautifully beautiful hat off to him. I really admire his marvelously marvelous Microsoft Powerpoint slides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116264206348489170?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116264206348489170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116264206348489170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116264206348489170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116264206348489170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahhh.html' title='Maybe things are planned before they actually happen'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116264179209440912</id><published>2006-11-04T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T10:53:35.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>Am I really that bad?&lt;br /&gt;Or are your expectations too high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, stop expecting much from me.&lt;br /&gt;I am but a human being.&lt;br /&gt;An imperfect one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't your Mr. Know-it-all.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't your Mr. Magician.&lt;br /&gt;Though I try and want to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't read your mind.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I try my very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone is different and unique.&lt;br /&gt;And beautiful in one way or another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116264179209440912?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116264179209440912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116264179209440912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116264179209440912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116264179209440912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/am-i-really-that-bad-or-are-your.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116246794523066627</id><published>2006-11-02T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T10:52:37.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty Problem</title><content type='html'>Oh no!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve broken my continuous chain of &lt;s&gt;shitting&lt;/s&gt; using my arse to vomit. I &lt;s&gt;shitted&lt;/s&gt; arse vomitted on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. But not on Thursday. Maybe my arse is getting weaker to push out the &lt;s&gt;shits&lt;/s&gt; vomits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Procrastination is the thief of time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116246794523066627?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116246794523066627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116246794523066627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116246794523066627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116246794523066627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-no-ive-broken-my-continuous-chain.html' title='Shitty Problem'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116236345914430406</id><published>2006-11-01T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:05:43.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthdaysss</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthdaysss to Jarryl, Chun Ming and Melvin!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116236345914430406?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116236345914430406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116236345914430406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116236345914430406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116236345914430406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthdaysss.html' title='Happy Birthdaysss'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116229489815655911</id><published>2006-10-31T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T00:50:21.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm shy.</title><content type='html'>Oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everyone who had tagged said that my blog is nice. Thanks a lot, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116229489815655911?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116229489815655911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116229489815655911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116229489815655911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116229489815655911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-shy.html' title='I&apos;m shy.'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116221399432122084</id><published>2006-10-30T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:18:41.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATULATIONS!!!</title><content type='html'>CONGRATULATIONS!!! MR. XU WEIMING FOR GAINING WEIGHT AGAIN!!! AND THIS TIME IT'S 2 INCHES OF FATS AROUND YA WAIST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. I'm becoming fatter again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have know that if I didn't go to Malaysia to buy a pair of pants and realise that 2 inches of FATTY FATS have grown around my waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would have still be living in your self-denial that you're thin if you didn't buy that pair of pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE AGAIN WEIMING, CONGRATULATIONS!!! YOU'VE MADE IT AGAIN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116221399432122084?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116221399432122084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116221399432122084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116221399432122084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116221399432122084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/congratulations.html' title='CONGRATULATIONS!!!'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116221060500174717</id><published>2006-10-30T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T20:19:30.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kluang..</title><content type='html'>I went to Kluang, Malaysia for a wedding dinner on Sunday. Here are some photos taken there. As there is limited space to upload photos, these are just some of the photos that I've chosen to upload. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/1600/P1020677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/320/P1020677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Sis!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/1600/P1020675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/320/P1020675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mum and Sis!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/1600/P1020676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/320/P1020676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mum and Dad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/1600/P1020654.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1930/4112/320/P1020654.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Mum!!! &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/36729035-116221060500174717?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116221060500174717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116221060500174717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116221060500174717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116221060500174717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/kluang.html' title='Kluang..'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116220880389076084</id><published>2006-10-30T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:46:43.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder..</title><content type='html'>Whatever that people said are just their opinions or views. If you’re someone who uses your brains you’ll judge what they said. You’ll know whether it’s right or wrong and whether to believe it or not. It’s up to you to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like if I say that I’m handsome, you can decide whether to agree with me or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or like my friend Brandon who thinks that Karen is beautiful. I can decide whether to agree with him or not. I may or may not agree with him. It’s up to me. It’s his opinion that Karen is beautiful. Not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think that people should judge things themselves and not allow other peoples’ views to lead them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They said that it’s lame shit..&lt;br /&gt;I agreed with them too..&lt;br /&gt;Because shit has no legs..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116220880389076084?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116220880389076084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116220880389076084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116220880389076084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116220880389076084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/beauty-is-in-eyes-of-beholder.html' title='Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder..'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729035.post-116203144596648264</id><published>2006-10-28T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T02:09:58.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Yesterday..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Friday. I met handsome, strong, macho, muscular Sebastian on the train. He was very cool, especially with his stylish hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school early today to do the Innovation, Design &amp;amp; Enterprise in Action (IDEA) Project. I was the earliest to reach there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very unglam thing happened to me during GEMS lesson. The teacher asked the class what the word 'chyme' means. Being a very enthusiastic student, Weiming whipped out his handphone from his pocket slowly and wanted to hide it in his bag, so as to check the dictionary in his phone. While doing so, Weiming dropped his bag onto the floor from the table. It made a very loud thug. He apologized for disrupting the class and quickly picked up his bag, with a very embarrassing and awkward smile hanging on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All lessons were interesting, except for IDEA. I was really tired during that lesson and was dozing off half the time. I’m sorry Teacher for not paying much attention in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Brandon skipped the Drama performance which he was supposed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the Mass Rapid Transport (MRT) train, Weida, the handsome guy, called and asked whether I want to join the golf thingy. Learning that it was Mr. Ronald who was in charge, I agreed right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to meet yandao Weida at Parkway Parade to play pool at about 8.30pm. I reached there at about 8.15pm and he reached after 8.40pm. Yea, I'm early. Of course I won him. There is definitely just no doubt about that. It was fun. After that, we played Dota. It was fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that my best-est best friend thinks that I'm unpolite towards her. =) And and and also unhelpful to her. WHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta cong &lt;strong&gt;WEI WEN&lt;/strong&gt; guo ju hua de wei dao.&lt;br /&gt;Wo &lt;strong&gt;HUI JUE&lt;/strong&gt; ding nu li du shu.&lt;br /&gt;Wo &lt;strong&gt;WEI DA&lt;/strong&gt; dao mu biao qian shi bu hui fang qi de.&lt;br /&gt;Gang cai xia le yi chang da yu, shuo yi xian zai you heng duo &lt;strong&gt;SI HUA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Wo &lt;strong&gt;XIAN NA&lt;/strong&gt; tang chi cai na kuai zi.&lt;br /&gt;Wo ming &lt;strong&gt;MING JIE&lt;/strong&gt; shi gei ta ting, dan shi ta hai shi bu ming bai.&lt;br /&gt;Wo &lt;strong&gt;JIA XIN&lt;/strong&gt; lai de ling ju fei chang hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AI HUI AI HUI JUE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They said that love is blind..&lt;br /&gt;I agreed to that..&lt;br /&gt;Because love has no eyes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36729035-116203144596648264?l=weimingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116203144596648264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36729035&amp;postID=116203144596648264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116203144596648264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36729035/posts/default/116203144596648264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weimingrocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-yesterday_116203144596648264.html' title='So Yesterday..'/><author><name>Weiming is the best</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
