<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:01:23.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-4408376644809283966</id><published>2009-06-05T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:14:24.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up with a bad nose this morning..but thankfully my muscles were not as sore as I thought they would have been. Yesterday, my legs were feeling like lead. And the last time I really felt that was after a week of track trainings. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a good workout this week. Wednesday was soccer on a full field with 90 mins. Ended 7-7 wuth the score being 4-0 at one point. It was quite an entertaining game :) havent had one in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this is another quotables post. the top 5 memorable lines of 2009 (first half). haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cos my dad and mum forgot the v on the other half of w. So it wasn't winnie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinnie explains why her parents named her "Vinnie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I will give you one times sidekick. Then you will know my boot size. Do you know whats my bootsize? 10 point 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You're so stupid that even my IQ is higher than you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.N. who admits afterward that he was never good at answering back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What is philosophy? Is it easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTX runs out of questions to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) We will pass...with colours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TZ, when asked if he was sure if we were ready for IPPT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-4408376644809283966?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4408376644809283966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=4408376644809283966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4408376644809283966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4408376644809283966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2009/06/woke-up-with-bad-nose-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-1682251370415486085</id><published>2009-05-31T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T03:54:41.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a rare blog entry. You're lucky if you catch this cos I've been neglecting the blog for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to too spend much effort trying to remember what's happened in the past 9 weeks or so. But I guess the most memorable experience was sleeping cowboy style in the forest, with me and my buddy trying to prop up a groundsheet with our arms while loudly cursing our luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me treasure weekends a lot, where I got to enjoy the occasional outing or just slack big time at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in between catching up with prison break episodes and watching movies this week, I somehow managed to grind out ideas for my appeal. It was rather spontaneous and on the spot because initially, I was kind of frustrated didnt know what to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the outcome is outside my control now so hoping for the best. Honestly, I'm not optimistic about the appeal but I didnt want any more regrets. Already rueing the fact that I didnt do enough for the portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there was this surprising and rather unpleasant scene on the bus that day. Was on my way to meet bowtuck and Wes when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady was trying to get to the exit. And this young man happened to be blocking her way with his hand. And suddenly they started to quarrel. Blah blah blah. Pain in the ear. The guy said loudly that she had an "aunty attitude" and that she was a mad woman in hokkien. The old lady retorted that he was a mad man. Blah blah blah even further. Things took a turn for the worse when the old lady drew her umbrella and whacked the guy on the legs, causing him to talk even more loudly and sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all this, no one interfered. Perhaps it was the "stay out of trouble" attitude of typical Singaporeans or maybe it was because everyone thought the whole scene was silly and weird and not worth our attention. So some eye rolling was enough. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got to go off soon. Aiks XC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, really looking forward to twelfie bbq,  part 2 in two weeks time (memories of us falling down and dunking people come to mind. Lawl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out for another rare post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-1682251370415486085?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1682251370415486085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=1682251370415486085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1682251370415486085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1682251370415486085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres-rare-blog-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-8153349864774520027</id><published>2009-04-17T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:02:16.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Between the probable and proved there yawns&lt;br /&gt;A gap. Afraid to jump we stand absurd,&lt;br /&gt;Then see behind us sink the ground and, worse&lt;br /&gt;Our very standpoint crumbling. Desperate dawns&lt;br /&gt;Our only hope: to leap into the Word&lt;br /&gt;That opens up the shuttered universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheldon Vanauken &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-8153349864774520027?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8153349864774520027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=8153349864774520027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8153349864774520027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8153349864774520027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2009/04/between-probable-and-proved-there-yawns.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-2673060966741977851</id><published>2009-03-22T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T06:16:38.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Watching mind your language to pass time now. what a lawly show. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, these are the last few hours of block leave before I go to sispec tmr &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time somehow speeds up a lot when you're out of camp. It's the reverse when you're inside. The best one can do is to try to take your mind off the clock, which is kind of impossible at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw retreat was good and far less draggy than I thought. In fact, we all agreed it was the best since we started off 3 years ago. Took a primary school group of kiddies for the first time and felt that I could have done with some sedatives. Haha. But it was quite a refreshing change and I was encouraged by the way they tried to think before sharing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, games went out of hand but they liked it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned water bombs and "find the goodies in the flour". The flour game was meant to last 45 mins but it held till one minute and it was complete chaos after that. Free for all. So flour ended up in many places they were not supposed to be. For water bombs, almost everyone abandoned the rules and we became so helpless we joined in! Holding the loudhailer only earned me a few minutes of immunity. Then splash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was quite busy with applications too. Had a headache with the scholarships but its almost done. Not as thorough as the mouse, so didnt try to fill in ALL 8 choices and applied for NUS only. That would be dizzying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, here's a toast to my OCS friends who will be held hostage for 3 weeks! And all the best to the rest going to get ikan billis, drive tanks, fix arms or have yet to enlist =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to be back soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-2673060966741977851?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2673060966741977851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=2673060966741977851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2673060966741977851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2673060966741977851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-137409947593008431</id><published>2009-03-15T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:54:50.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Feel strange today. Perhaps it was the strange dream I had just now (rocky hills was turned into a chalet. haha). Perhaps its the excitement of POP draining away and the pace of life picks up again once more. More so because there are many unsettled things and so little time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to a doc on sat about a medical career. Made me think of some of the stuff I havent thought of yet. "have to be prepared to give up lots of time...it is a calling.." she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And getting my posting this friday. I have no real desire to go to any particular unit though. Army isnt the kind of life for me but rather a place to learn how to take stress in preparation for what might come next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes..so its 7 days left. But I'm glad I spent the last 4 days going out with the family, eating out with dajie and the eggy twins and catching up with old friends outside. It also seemed like a long time since I had the chance to watch a nice movie, read and just stone around (reminds me of lilin. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, hope that the retreat goes well and praying that it would be a meaningful exp for them. oh and for the first time, we're planning games and me and matt will make sure they get wet and powdery. haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-137409947593008431?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/137409947593008431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=137409947593008431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/137409947593008431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/137409947593008431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2009/03/feel-strange-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-1679986325909334348</id><published>2009-02-05T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:14:02.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from an utterly exhausting field camp! here watching some vids and jumping ard sites. so I decided on a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet I have never been as tired as yesterday night in my whole life. glad I got throught the mental and physical torture..with support from great section mates of mine of cos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here are 5 of the more notable incidents (while careful to avoid mentioning the training)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. fell asleep while helping my friend with his shellsrape&lt;br /&gt;2. my buddy was bightened by a centipede. somehow I managed to avoid it =O&lt;br /&gt;3. saw a wildboar very close by. huge!&lt;br /&gt;4. no bath for 6 days. spammed with prickly heat everyday.&lt;br /&gt;5. sprayed car wash style on the last day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm happy to be alive and home. Thank God =) ns really makes you appreciate home and family more. aiks! its over. jumps ard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss my class too and those overseas. Dajie, Hoeping and Steve went missing and Harry's prob working here but hv been unable to contact him. and eggy..she's gg for NS too. lawl. then Ploy's getting hyper in thailand. Anw managed time with wes btx ewz and gang during cny but cmi for the s10 one. so Jialin has to postpone her laughter &gt;.&lt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brb soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-1679986325909334348?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1679986325909334348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=1679986325909334348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1679986325909334348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1679986325909334348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-from-utterly-exhausting-field-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-3067038859777249543</id><published>2009-01-06T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T05:51:16.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In 2 days…I’ll have my overgrown hair shaved, put on unglam specs and receive that weird pixilated uniform which will get uglier if it rains (pray for no rain, people!) My feelings for now? Well, I’m neither nervous nor excited but I want to be certain about a few things at least e.g. the stuff I have to bring! Mother is helping to stuff my bag too. For the rest…hmm...Janice the rabbit said that it’s best to take surprises as they come. That’ll make army life more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to a few people now and Aaron told me that he hasn’t started enjoying himself yet and the army has to come and take him away. Lawl. Too late =X&lt;br /&gt;For this week, me has been cutting down the workouts and chionging the going out instead. Sunday spent the whole day in church (yes tt was me, Naomi &gt;.^) Half the day we were selling new year goodies. To avoid death by boredom, I ended up drawing pictures from coins and notes. We received a thousand dollar one and Joel was making a fool with it while being photographed. Haha. For lunch, exco and a few others treated me to thai express, saying it was my last supper (Help!) Anw thks guys =) Spent the rest of the afternoon dota-ing at gardens with some of them before gg for mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was part 2 with my class at hard rock. Here are some photos they took. Food was db ex. Ouch. Therefore didn’t take drinks. Yuwei attained stone form, after his long island and SOTB (Wes, guess what). Kenny bought the wrong drink. Tasted like cough medicine and smelled like sewage. Everyone tried a bit and we were happy to survive. Kenny couldn’t finish up beyond half the glass though. Oh and thanks Jialun for the photo and the note. Sweet ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was part 3 with my squadmates at astons. Haven’t had a chance to see so many of us together for quite a while already and so it felt really great to catch up with them. Just came back actually cos we CS-ed after lunch for 2 hrs. The game ended with a joke. Everyone agreed on knives but some joker drew a pistol and caused all to panic and chaos resulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos below and this marks the end of my final post before BMT. All guys gg in…must tahan okay?&lt;br /&gt;La Gorn &gt;.^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SWNfst2Dq3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wXeUyt6rbhc/s1600-h/n643013244_1844453_100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288175609288305522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SWNfst2Dq3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wXeUyt6rbhc/s320/n643013244_1844453_100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SWNfsNCaHhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GuhJalFz6sU/s1600-h/n643013244_1844464_2742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288175600481738258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SWNfsNCaHhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GuhJalFz6sU/s320/n643013244_1844464_2742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SWNfsXyHc1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/8ijysneolkg/s1600-h/s643013244_1844468_3808.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SWNfsbbJcOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/M3CVq7XPn0E/s1600-h/s643013244_1844462_2242.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288176496744144738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SWNggX4BH2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/jlyi-K0STgU/s320/AH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SWNhMEAYHDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/va6_Gd5CiKw/s1600-h/LAWL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288177247324740658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SWNhMEAYHDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/va6_Gd5CiKw/s320/LAWL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-3067038859777249543?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3067038859777249543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=3067038859777249543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3067038859777249543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3067038859777249543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SWNfst2Dq3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wXeUyt6rbhc/s72-c/n643013244_1844453_100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-6187324750799895853</id><published>2009-01-01T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:35:00.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes..hello 2009 &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many are having mixed feelings about you. You see, so many were partying your arrival and not too long afterwards, I came across a random article on how making new year’s resolutions can actually result in more harm than good. Why? Because people either make unrealistic goals or lack the mental strength to last the distance, making them sads at the end of the year. And many sads peoples make the world a gloomier and more pessimistic place =( sounds depressing huh =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brings to mind a random GP passage quite long ago, about lowering your expectations if you want to be happier. I remembered disagreeing about it in the AQ to a large extent, mainly because it deprives me of the opportunity to know my limits and fulfill my actual potential.  Yet opinions have to be tempered by reality and experience. Sometimes, we really do get unreasonable with ourselves and end up setting the wrong goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, if you do not have any specific new year resolutions yet (like me), I guess it would help much if we learn to be flexible and tenacious at the same time whenever setting and working towards our goals. and no need to wait until new year all the time what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..here’s the end of my musings and wishing all a happy and fulfilling new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next..it's the best dec I ever had&lt;br /&gt;WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worrying about MSAs in Jan, being able to wake up at 9(go BMT habis, unfortunately =X)and having much time to catch up with all the stuffs I had in mind during the mugging period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;servers exco chalet was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main stuff.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) shared the workload of writing 90 christmas cards on day 1. mental drain. this year's cards had delightful surprises in it-a summary of demerit points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Cycled till it hurt and then watched Yes Man at tampines. lawly show but our president being himself and Shawn not being himself is surely funnier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Cycled really far after bbq till 2am the next day, had supper and spammed Shawn's mom with "happy birthday mummy" msgs. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) We had to excavate some people out of bed on the last day =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and met up with the giraffe gang to countdown at jiahao's chalet two days ago. BBQ food was 5 stars-the chicken wings and honey we finished quickly. but then they went to do something disgusting and toxic with the chicken skin-Aaron and Kuok Ming tore out a huge chunk and spammed it with butter and honey repeatedly and they dared to bbq it and EAT it, running the risk of instant heart disease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later giraffe got high on something and made us do some sort of workout as we were feeling full. looked spastic cos we were required to clap above our heads to train our shoulder muscles. did 50 times. I really hope tt no one videoed tt down besides Jiahao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahjonged and daideed next and watched basketball fire and little Nyonya. Mr Foo was making obscene comments every ten mins or so but everyone who knows him is usd to tt. then being an ultimate PS sotong, I was flattened by Giraffe in winning eleven =X couldnt stay till next day but thks mr koh for the invitation! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..tt finishes my post. probably another before BMT. 8 days and counting. aiks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-6187324750799895853?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6187324750799895853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=6187324750799895853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/6187324750799895853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/6187324750799895853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-6533032991072607872</id><published>2008-12-29T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T06:39:28.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no posts till the new year. taking a break. brb and see u ppl ard &gt;.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-6533032991072607872?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6533032991072607872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=6533032991072607872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/6533032991072607872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/6533032991072607872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-posts-till-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-1332111889479622136</id><published>2008-12-09T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:04:58.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/ST8xBXqw11I/AAAAAAAAAGw/sXNo10lC14k/s1600-h/Clocky2small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277991187904517970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/ST8xBXqw11I/AAAAAAAAAGw/sXNo10lC14k/s320/Clocky2small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clocky Robotic Alarm Clock-Ideal Present. Haha! Saw it in DL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This cute alarm clock lets you snooze once. The second time it rings, &lt;strong&gt;it rolls off the table&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;runs around&lt;/strong&gt; the room. This way, you will be forced to &lt;strong&gt;crawl out of bed&lt;/strong&gt; to turn it off. Clocky can survive 90cm drops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If it werent for the price, I'll put it on my shop list and bring for NS. And I can wake up the whole bunk =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-1332111889479622136?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1332111889479622136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=1332111889479622136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1332111889479622136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1332111889479622136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/12/clocky-robotic-alarm-clock-ideal.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/ST8xBXqw11I/AAAAAAAAAGw/sXNo10lC14k/s72-c/Clocky2small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-3269662951925659367</id><published>2008-12-06T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:20:38.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Get some bandage. Freeze it. For psychological reasons, don't look at it and reassure myself and others: "Oh its nothing already. I don't care anymore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;have I been using the wrong medicine all the while? I think its time to try a different course-patience and a broader perspective. Well..tastes bitter now but worth a try?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-3269662951925659367?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3269662951925659367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=3269662951925659367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3269662951925659367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3269662951925659367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/12/get-some-bandage.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-4133283417894086470</id><published>2008-12-05T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:17:43.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time passes quite quickly when u get up late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go and run and bball with btx today..guess we were in the laggy mode. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I did a considerable amount of stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) read an A.Christie novel&lt;br /&gt;2) packed up my table. seeing the organisation puts my mind at ease!&lt;br /&gt;3) catching up w movies I didnt have time to watch-for today, POTC: Dead Man's Chest =)&lt;br /&gt;4) Warcrafted a while&lt;br /&gt;5) Tried to play around with my new facebook acct but it was so laggy I gave up. Yes, I evaded the facebook hype for so long and its a long story to tell..why I created one ytd. Lawls. But I don't think I will be using it very often&lt;br /&gt;6) Nap. Aiks.&lt;br /&gt;7) Went out to buy Xmas present for a kid! Settled with a long pencil case.&lt;br /&gt;8) Since my old kindergarten was close to Kovan, I dropped by to say "long time no see" to my childhood memories. To my dismay, so much has been renovated. But at least the little house is still there and the gate which lead to the driveway was still there. I wished I could go in and explore more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy here are the prom photos. Better blog than facebook. I havent got the photos from the drunk and my fish. So most of it here is from Yuwei (thanks pro photographer!), Steph, Pau and my camera. Our prom was at fullerton and I think it was worth the money gg X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This won't be wordy. Let the photos talk! click to enlarge. otherwise the resolution is weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkvdYJojDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/r6lMluG0zTU/s1600-h/IMG_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276300620186815538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkvdYJojDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/r6lMluG0zTU/s320/IMG_0509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not hankerchiefs. those are called tickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkvcdke6dI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RTGQemSomLc/s1600-h/Copy+of+Prom+025+rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276300604461738450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkvcdke6dI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RTGQemSomLc/s320/Copy+of+Prom+025+rotated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mouse and me. chirpy squeak =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkvb92XwzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MYh5Rw6H-10/s1600-h/IMG_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276300595946832690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkvb92XwzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MYh5Rw6H-10/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That would be me, my fish and the fishtail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkvc_5NSlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/koIBZuuktIY/s1600-h/P1190247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276300613675469394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkvc_5NSlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/koIBZuuktIY/s320/P1190247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph. The boxer. She assaults me later and I have evidence but its mine to keep, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkvZ7HeukI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pGHs3CRsUcE/s1600-h/Prom+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276300560853547586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkvZ7HeukI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pGHs3CRsUcE/s320/Prom+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Pings. They love his tie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkwurnK2oI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PnI6tQEAw8M/s1600-h/IMG_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276302016980376194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkwurnK2oI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PnI6tQEAw8M/s320/IMG_0434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our table. Minus Esther. She is in the sky if you have a keen eye. Cos the wind was blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkwuks85dI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qo9as5JaiJg/s1600-h/IMG_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276302015125579218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkwuks85dI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qo9as5JaiJg/s320/IMG_0516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the bun wrapped in black. Where would you find Paus in black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkwuXrLdGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oCF4qg5tNGM/s1600-h/Prom+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276302011628483682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkwuXrLdGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oCF4qg5tNGM/s320/Prom+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther has reached safely. Here gown is super long..but cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkwtxD8zXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RhoUFzUYK-Y/s1600-h/n595326027_1179481_9359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276302001263398258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkwtxD8zXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RhoUFzUYK-Y/s320/n595326027_1179481_9359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marist Wall defending a free kick and Pau is a decoy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkwtuRQi6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/YZr1Oa7biKs/s1600-h/Prom+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276302000513911714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkwtuRQi6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/YZr1Oa7biKs/s320/Prom+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason. Made track trainings so funny =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-4133283417894086470?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4133283417894086470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=4133283417894086470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4133283417894086470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4133283417894086470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-passes-quite-quickly-when-u-get-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/STkvdYJojDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/r6lMluG0zTU/s72-c/IMG_0509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-5291561106880092400</id><published>2008-12-01T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:54:37.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are 2 kinds of unlucky people. Those that languish in self pity and focus on why things are the way they are. And those who adapt to pain and take the risk to try again. Some may say hope is blind but let's not forget  that hope is courageous in the face of difficulty. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;______________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;____________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carrie Underwood-So small&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ause sometimes that mountain you've been climbing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is just a grain of sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what you've been out there searching for forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is in your hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you figure out love is all that matters after all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sure makes everything else seem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So small&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-5291561106880092400?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5291561106880092400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=5291561106880092400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/5291561106880092400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/5291561106880092400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-are-2-kinds-of-unlucky-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-6388053950056003109</id><published>2008-11-27T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T04:08:52.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I melted yesterday =) It felt like walking on air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, prom shopping for absolutSA is done. 39 bucks. Someone want to beat the record? Otherwise I'm still the budget man. Went to bugis with Pings and we got our stuff pretty fast…still had shopping fatigue though. The sian feeling of gg round and round and turning the head left right centre to see what shop sell what! He spent 230 but he can slowly earn that back next year without blacking out his house for a few months. We have a guaranteed job already. One with a pay rise just after 3 months! I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the cage with 10 of my sec 4 friends today...thanks to edubberdewjack for his initiative. Lawl. Even Germain turned up! And got to see some people I haven't met for quite a while. Really exhausted cause we haven't been exerting too much recently. Yikes but it was quite crazy cos we didn't play with any form of strategy and it was often like that cliché- “22 men (It's 11 for us) chasing after a stupid ball.” Ended up all kena a few knocks here and there and I know tmr we're all gg to wake up with muscle aches as no one bothered to warm up or down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I shall teach u how to do the Wesley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(part of Crush by Archuleta)&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath (clap)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I look at you (clap)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you holding back (clap)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like the way you do (clap)'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I know this crush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain't goin' away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goin' away (scream this part real loudly)&lt;br /&gt;(start singing the first 2 lines of Cao cao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that u must clap spastically but the timing must not be spastic. When clapping, stiffen yr shoulders, widen your eyes, and hold your hands straight. Without bending the elbows, swing your arms in wide arcs and clap. Haha, this is how he did it and me and BT lawled when studying for As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-6388053950056003109?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6388053950056003109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=6388053950056003109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/6388053950056003109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/6388053950056003109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-melted-yesterday-it-felt-like-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-8325674541085312063</id><published>2008-11-21T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:26:13.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's over =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're free humans for now..no more slaves to lecture notes and exams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah Pong said the excitement hasnt sunken in yet. Post Exam Shock. Haha. Reminds me of the elephant that was tied to a pole since young and when it grew up, they removed the pole. But the elephant forgot how to run away. I think its not that serious in my case. Though the sudden freedom feels a bit strange at first, I got busy with things other than studies. Church stuff is coming in fast!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright, so here's what happened on days 1 and 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1- 920am A roar was heard from the hall. Haha. No one bothered to discuss the paper. S10 went out for dimsum buffet at Mirama. We occupied 2 tables only, but I think we made more noise than all the rest of the people. Kenny's table over-ordered and forgot to cancel the extra stuff so they had to stuff themselves while our table suaned them. At least we were feeling hungry before the meal though, cos we got lost in Chinatown and walked an entire round for nothing. Chicky bird, being the Ah Beng, jaywalked across the entrance to the highway..to check whether a bus stop was correct. Then he was trapped in the middle of the road next to a mirror for a while. Naturally, everyone kept lawling and Nat exploded. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that, went for pool with Ah Pong, Harry, Hoeping, Eric and David. Once I won the first game, my luck went downhill and poor form set in. Oops! But we had a great time..probably the last time I'm gg to pool with Harry and Hoeping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night was movie with family-Madagascar 2...was really amusing. Esp the penguins. And the scene where they attacked the jeep was a real lawl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2- Woke up late! Was supposed to start pre ns trg-run and bball with bow tuck xia ah sheep. So ended up shooting baskets by myself. and in superbly poor form =X Didnt play for long cos went out with Tea to watch quantum of solace-2nd movie in 2 days.. worth the money though. One of the more physical and dramatic Bond films which made up for the parts I didnt understand. Cos they talked so fast and the speech was quite heavily accented at times. Haha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh this is random but the person beside me kept gasping and ooh-ing throughout the movie. I thought it was a bit strange!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okayy I wont drag this post on for too long..want to switch to other stuffs le.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you ppl ^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-8325674541085312063?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8325674541085312063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=8325674541085312063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8325674541085312063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8325674541085312063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-over-were-free-humans-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-4659354733310500023</id><published>2008-10-14T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:36:35.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the quotables post =)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey you. Stop sleeping around!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mdm Leow during ionic equilibrium lecture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's not that I'm slow......It's just that.........I choose to respond slowly............and I dont get easily excited by....small things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estella. Haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Haiyo, Sandra's dirty thing again!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mdm LPW on Stitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Every part of her is funny"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuwei, referring to Estella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"White rice, give me more rice...thank you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll be so amused when chicky bird says this to the Muslim food stall aunty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Look! It's chicks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"See? You should thanks Jialin for helping you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuwei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Look. I look very emo right!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bowtuck thinks he is. But when you look at an emo expression, you're not supposed to fall of your chair in laughter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"At first I thought got spelling error leh. Absolutsa..shouldn't it be absolute SIA?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mdm Lee about the theme of this year's grad night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"She was Gladys. Until I took of her S"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiks! By Steph Lee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Is this a substitute for my Billy goat?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vinnie, on her new pillow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Play the drums. Sing."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenny to Miss Lee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dance"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adds Kai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Lee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bacteria girls...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats how Miss Ng gave Winnie, Janice and Estella bacteria powers. She meant back row girls.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"I need you. To push the bell curve to the left"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kai to Yuwei before econs paper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Winbean MUST DIE! It was fun doing maths with you in the library...Vibrating ants and pigs that eat too fast."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenny wrote this on my class photo. See ACJC and VJ maths papers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HANGMAN!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screams Jialin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"When I did the paper my mid was in a blank. All I could think about was what u said!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bowtuck to Wes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-4659354733310500023?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4659354733310500023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=4659354733310500023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4659354733310500023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4659354733310500023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-quotables-post-haiyo-sandras.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-4648909576588290656</id><published>2008-10-13T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T04:40:13.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have quite a bit to post about my memories in SA as well as my last day of school, but I'll spare this post the photos and stories till next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but I must say my 2 years as a Saint has been eventful and fulfilling. And defintely life changing-this makes me think of parallel universes where 16 year old Raphael chose RJ or VJ over SA. How different would he be now! One's life is a road full of turns, junctions, u-turns, crossroads and mazes and it intriguing to imagine a "different me" had I taken a different path 2 years ago. If our life was such a road, then you would imagine it as crisscrossing with the millions of other roads representing the people of this world, forming a crazy, complex network. Some roads you know are out of bounds, causing you take an alternative path, which leads to more crossroads, junctions and turns, each of which has its own crossroads, junctions and turns! Some will result in you chancing upon others, and there will always be people who you could have met but never did because you chose a different path. Its the same for everyone and we cant turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, so permutate the number of different pathways a person can take. Not forgetting that we have to take the possible routes of others into account, do your maths and see how many parallel universes you can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats not the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, how many parallel universes DID NOT come true and how many did come true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you then predict your future? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-4648909576588290656?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4648909576588290656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=4648909576588290656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4648909576588290656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4648909576588290656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-quite-bit-to-post-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-2066837434986903711</id><published>2008-10-02T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T04:40:46.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What would you do when you eat something bitter, and the aftertaste doesn't go away? There are some wounds that time alone cannot heal. They call for a conscious, deliberate attempt to mend it. The self is the needle, the other is the thread. Then there is the risk that the thread falls off and you'll need to start from scratch. But then, doubt gets you nowhere. The soul afraid of dying never learns to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found last week's sermon inspiring. Fr. Erbin stated that there's nothing wrong with possessing things but becoming a thing oneself. I thought of an instance in which one can become a thing, unconsciously and even unwillingly-this is when we always want to become that perfect “person” that you think some people want you to become. You don't do things which you feel is right, rather, what would make you ideal in the eyes of others. This is not to say that both actions will necessarily be in direct conflict. However, there are times they will clash and which one will we allow to dictate our actions.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feel that I have to listen to my heart and choose to be me when its time to make this choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time will come to prove some perceptions wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou guys for As! Back to no-lifer mood. Not gg to adopt the mentality that As are gg to be easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of learning hw to draw ppl. Did Yuwei and Janice and Wes so far. Still bit off. Long way to go. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-2066837434986903711?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2066837434986903711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=2066837434986903711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2066837434986903711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2066837434986903711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-would-you-do-when-you-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-4358326577229455729</id><published>2008-09-25T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T04:41:14.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Saturday, I celebrated 18 years of the existence.&lt;br /&gt;Existence itself...so many unanswered questions only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;18 years ago, I was more than 3 times smaller, and over 25 times lighter, and my brain considerably emptier.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;But one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;18 years have come and gone and still much to learn since the day I was born =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Praise God for the gift of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to father and mother, was able to book a function room at CARC to enjoy my bday with the twelfies. Yikes, it was better than expected. They got to sing, makan and play aerial table tennis pool and badminton. Here's a kopped photo (can be enlarged and saved) Yahhh, Lynn and Eggy are not inside as they left early. We forced bird to sing and he pretended he didnt know. It was damn funny and I realised Vinnie could actually sing quite well. Pleasant surprises from a fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SNtP2rkRwfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XtsnU-kQ62Y/s1600-h/bday08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249877591456858610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SNtP2rkRwfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XtsnU-kQ62Y/s320/bday08" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; thks to sis and family friends for the stuffs. a lot of things that came in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;also thks tensiles for my tomato cake, card and wallet, twelfies for yr company and cake and the bag! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and server's exco for the DO and the guidebook :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-4358326577229455729?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4358326577229455729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=4358326577229455729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4358326577229455729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4358326577229455729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-saturday-i-celebrated-18-years-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SNtP2rkRwfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XtsnU-kQ62Y/s72-c/bday08' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-5309612546769280085</id><published>2008-09-17T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T04:48:41.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey. Take a look at these birds. Rarely do we get a chance to see such situations first hand. Can birds feel sadness as we do? What do u think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SNEWASEe4sI/AAAAAAAAADM/3wY6Avmhk_g/s1600-h/a.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246999234969789122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SNEWASEe4sI/AAAAAAAAADM/3wY6Avmhk_g/s320/a.bmp" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SNEW4SWhmBI/AAAAAAAAADU/zvr1bT8Ikbk/s1600-h/b.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247000197118138386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SNEW4SWhmBI/AAAAAAAAADU/zvr1bT8Ikbk/s320/b.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SNEW4WaXVMI/AAAAAAAAADc/tRk_JHiiNMY/s1600-h/c.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247000198207984834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SNEW4WaXVMI/AAAAAAAAADc/tRk_JHiiNMY/s320/c.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SNEW4hd9NSI/AAAAAAAAADk/3_gJGjHVzas/s1600-h/d.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247000201175840034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SNEW4hd9NSI/AAAAAAAAADk/3_gJGjHVzas/s320/d.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SNEW477oL7I/AAAAAAAAADs/wDtRfwLWeyM/s1600-h/e.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247000208279613362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SNEW477oL7I/AAAAAAAAADs/wDtRfwLWeyM/s320/e.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SNEW47aQMpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kKH94syfuLA/s1600-h/f.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247000208139629202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SNEW47aQMpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kKH94syfuLA/s320/f.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Here his mate is injured and the condition is appalling &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Here he brings her food and attend her with love and compassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3.Brings her food but shocked with her death and try to move her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MYUMMAH1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. He is aware that his sweetheart is dead and will not come to him again he cries with adoring love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Stand beside her and scream saddened of her death. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MYUMMAH1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally aware that she would not return to him and she has departed, stands beside her body, sad and sorrowful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos of two birds are said to have been taken in the Republic of Ukraine where a male bird is trying to save his mate. Apparently, the photographer sold these pictures for a nominal price to the most famous newspaper daily in France. And all the copies of that daily were sold out on the day these pictures were published. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watched 2nd half of the manutd and pool match during dinner at the kopitiam nxt to my grandparent's hse after sis's confi that day. It was time pool won. yay. small celebration and jumps. kenny waddles, wes, bowtuck and ewz went to kenny's hse to watch tt day. couldnt join them though. all manutd ppl. argh, laughed at me before the match. ewz the loudest. lawl. in the end... =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just dl-ed frets on fire. supposed to be a free imitation of guitar hero but this one has 5 frets and even the easy ones are mad. Tess showed it to us that day. heyy can dl from cnet.com if you're bored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yahhh..back to work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mdm lee won the subject mastery award today for teachers. yay. all must conquer chem during As okayy? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;现实有咒诅 梦里有祝福. 有缘同舟 风雨共渡. 顶着烈日当空 眼底有迷雾. 不能再让懦弱困住. 日子多坎坷 命运有变数. 只盼久旱逢甘露&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-5309612546769280085?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5309612546769280085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=5309612546769280085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/5309612546769280085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/5309612546769280085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SNEWASEe4sI/AAAAAAAAADM/3wY6Avmhk_g/s72-c/a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-4031876203040872425</id><published>2008-09-12T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T04:49:30.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Heroes 3-Villains in 10 days time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came up back to Earth. Breathed in Earth's air with my lungs after 6 long torturous weeks. Soot all over, choking from thick H2S fumes. And chaota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first thing I did when I got my life back was to go bowl with Redox reaction. Lawl. At first keep guttering but he also kept guttering so it's a game of who's lousier. Eh, but 2nd game we improved significantly. Realised that I had to stand at a certain angle cos my ball tended to swerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to join twelfies at Sakae for tea. Had both fun and food as usual. Harry came along and they said those stuff really loudly I bet some managed to catch the convo. Got full quite quickly. Maybe ate too fast. During prelims we probably forgot the taste of some kinds of nice food. Today we also saw how big an appetite Pau and Steph had for salmon. They finished about a few kilos I think. And stacked the plates so high until Mandy mouse almost got hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes. This week. Me sick. Father sick. Damn sian until v jia lak. Then Mother will make poison soup, give weird medicine and introduce smelly vapours. Lawl. Arh, need to get back my immunity and get back into shape. To tackle the As well without the stupidity of viruses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh it's a good time to tell a true story. Joshua claims to be the main character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two robbers tried to pull the front off a cash machine by attaching a chain from the machine to the bumper of their car. Instead of pulling the front panel off the machine, though, they pulled the bumper off their car. They became nervous and quickly drove off, leaving the chain still attached to the machine, with the bumper still attached to the chain, and with the car’s number plate attached to the bumper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-4031876203040872425?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4031876203040872425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=4031876203040872425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4031876203040872425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4031876203040872425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/heroes-3-villains-in-10-days-time-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-5528522055175816108</id><published>2008-09-03T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T04:50:50.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SL6wQKXZDeI/AAAAAAAAADE/5j9Fe5Z7Y7I/s1600-h/lawl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241820808012697058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SL6wQKXZDeI/AAAAAAAAADE/5j9Fe5Z7Y7I/s320/lawl.bmp" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A robber once tried to rob a bank. He calmly walked into the bank and declared that he was going to make a robbery. To prevent anyone from having a good look at his face, he cleverly pulled a bag over his head but realised that he forgot to put any eyeholes in the bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True case.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That day we stayed too long in the library. lights went off, causing EWZ to shriek with laughter and Wes to cry out "don't touch me, do't touch me!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True as well &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-5528522055175816108?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5528522055175816108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=5528522055175816108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/5528522055175816108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/5528522055175816108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/robber-once-tried-to-rob-bank.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SL6wQKXZDeI/AAAAAAAAADE/5j9Fe5Z7Y7I/s72-c/lawl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-9179727937396207737</id><published>2008-09-02T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:53:36.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Was talking to Joshua on msn ytd. and we started off with the usual and unique "nonsense" then he got me to listen to some emo songs and we laughed at chicky bird and Jialin. after which found out that his cousin's 2 best friends were those that were found dead at the foot of a building (see ST Aug 30)I was intially in doubt but he turned out to be serious. Aiks. Its a small world, they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has not been determined if it was a suicide case but it brings to mind an incident which happened opposite my flat not too long ago. It was 2am and this woman was creating a huge din, threatening to kill herself and shouting in an unrestained manner. CD came, did the airbag thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide in the literal sense would be the last thing on most of our minds now but it is one of the things that makes me uneasy. Why would they do it? What were they thinking? Did they believe in an afterlife? Those in a rational state of mind could probably never comprehend fully. "The mind is liquid, fickle" quotes a GP passage. Something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and our english teacher made us repeat after her last time: "suicide is not an option" I can still remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, this topic is random but it kind of bugged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well g2g back to econs =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw had quite a fun time mugging with buddies just now. ended with daidee. long time didnt play, gets owned. arr, I will relearn te combos soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-9179727937396207737?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/9179727937396207737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=9179727937396207737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/9179727937396207737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/9179727937396207737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/was-talking-to-joshua-on-msn-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-8472045961184043328</id><published>2008-08-27T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:56:55.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;today I fell down spectacularly, and I wasnt doing my usual captain's ball stunts. so malu, left behind my pencil box in the cafe then ran down to take it while asking Yuwei to help me with my bag. reaching the hall I saw ppl alr gg in then had to hurry so I ran. regrets man. didnt realise the floor was wet so just chionged and suddenly my world flipped. I saw the ceiling and realised I was falling down. I skidded about half a metre forward an rotated pi over 2 radians in the anticlockwise direction, knocked my head slightly (ow) and kena the hip (OW). realise I pulled my neck too when I was at home. aiks, didnt land properly too, I was flat on the ground =( not a very cool position to be in cos it wasnt captain ball...Saw 2 girls gasping (hhhuurrrh) and there was quite a number of ppl ard so faster siam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo told me later that I was lucky Nat wasnt at the scene cos she would have brought the roof down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;haha and we had fun counting money after bio lect, Jialin was being Miss Intimidation and taking charge of money counting when it was supposed to be me. In the end we got so confused cos me and shida were getting in each ther's way and chickybird was disturbing Jo when he was in the process of mental sums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;me and jo imitated chickybird's growl and backhand wave: rrr.rrr..rr.rrr (bye bye bye bye) on the way home and he said "don't emulate me!" haha. btw the 5 sounds he makes are growl, mumble, sing, shout and grunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We all got a msg from Tess just now reminding us that our s10 days are coming to an end..time flies even when you're in j2(time slows down here cos of the terrible torture). Coincidentally, Wes also sent me a random msg asking me if I wold miss jc life. arrr. I told him it was likely that we would...hmm..I missed NP.. as well as my secondary school life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;another blink of an eye, 67 is gone, the sun is getting high...we're moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;just feel like posting some of the photos I had in j1. brings back memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SLVyeQK7pBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tzpwE1a9AO0/s1600-h/s10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239219605577901074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SLVyeQK7pBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tzpwE1a9AO0/s320/s10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1) s10 at Red cross home. we look like ants here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239213014066963218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SLVsek4QoxI/AAAAAAAAACM/yhpU14e8diQ/s320/band+concert+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1) Pops and his kid =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SLVseuJhPwI/AAAAAAAAACU/KNy7URJiQDw/s1600-h/P1050498.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239213016555273986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SLVseuJhPwI/AAAAAAAAACU/KNy7URJiQDw/s320/P1050498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; 2) me and harry. you'll never walk alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SLVsfH48XbI/AAAAAAAAACc/lamqoB8Iv4Y/s1600-h/DSCF3749.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SLVsfo8EK9I/AAAAAAAAACk/LOkdFPFOGxs/s1600-h/DSCF0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SLVsfhJs2BI/AAAAAAAAACs/pRX8lRFI80c/s1600-h/P1110834.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239213030246242322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SLVsfhJs2BI/AAAAAAAAACs/pRX8lRFI80c/s320/P1110834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; 4) s12 zoo trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239214711000053266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SLVuBWcothI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3PULjjd1kfU/s320/P1100555.JPG" width="331" border="0" /&gt;5) 24 twelfies. spot the Miss Wong. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;blogger wont allow more. pics might be blurred so just click it. aiks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;anw its back to work..bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-8472045961184043328?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8472045961184043328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=8472045961184043328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8472045961184043328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8472045961184043328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-i-fell-down-spectacularly-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/SLVyeQK7pBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tzpwE1a9AO0/s72-c/s10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-786595186399502767</id><published>2008-08-15T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T11:32:31.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dots article of the day-WHAT'S IN A NAME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WELLINGTON, New Zealand - A family court judge in New Zealand has had enough with parents giving their children bizarre names here, and did something about it.&lt;br /&gt;Just ask Talula Does The Hula From Hawaii. He had her renamed. Judge Rob Murfitt made the 9-year-old girl a ward of the court so that her name could be changed, he said in a ruling made public Thursday. The girl was involved in a custody battle, he said.The new name was not made public to protect the girl's privacy. "The court is profoundly concerned about the very poor judgment which this child's parents have shown in choosing this name," he wrote. "It makes a fool of the child and sets her up with a social disability and handicap, unnecessarily."&lt;br /&gt;The girl had been so embarrassed at the name that she had never told her closest friends what it was. She told people to call her "K" instead, the girl's lawyer, Colleen MacLeod, told the court.&lt;br /&gt;In his ruling, Murfitt cited a list of the unfortunate names.&lt;br /&gt;Registration officials blocked some names, including Fish and Chips, Yeah Detroit, Keenan Got Lucy and Sex Fruit, he said. But others were allowed, including "Number 16 Bus Shelter "and tragically, Violence," he said.&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand law does not allow names that would cause offense to a reasonable person, among other conditions, said Brian Clarke, the registrar general of Births, Deaths and Marriages.&lt;br /&gt;Clarke said officials usually talked to parents who proposed unusual names to convince them about the potential for embarrassment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Watched a bit of the Olympics table tennis semi finals. Tense. And we got through :) Something to jump about- well done, Tianwei,Yuegu and Jiawei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Got to opporunity chill with buddies bowtuck, wes and ewz in the past 2 weeks. Which was great -we enjoyed ourselves on the first meeting and went thru defaecation together on the second. Must say defaecation, its more polite what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dark knight was worth the money and it was quite different from the other comic hero movies. liked the unexpected stuff and the darker mood of the movie. Kayy, not gg to spoiler here as I'm having sm sort of brainfreeze now. must be the work overload =X anw we were swayded enough to get seats right at the front which were positioned at a silly and ridiculous angle. It was one of the quickest ways to get backache unless yr eyes grew on top of your head. fortunately, sm didnt turn up and we got the backseats instead. just had to wait for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Went to bowtuck's aunt's hse last week to mug and wasnt v productive, considering that I was mentally drained from doing my dreaded GP essay in the morning. and we naturally we started to get restless towards the end. breaking point le so EWZ started to shriek and disturb me, provoking a retaliation. and we played with the weird massage and exercise machines in the hse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I seriously need a break-sick of school (SOS). When ppl start skipping lessons or wishing they could be slightly sick so that they can be exempted from school but not sick to the point of not being able to study, when ppl start getting dark circles around the eyes, or drift off to dreamland during tests, or even turn their sleeping cycles upside down-something is seriously WRONG here. Pressure is only useful if students don't burn out from it. Hopefully, the school would be receptive enough to feedback and sensitive enough to the needs of the students in the future. We all are learning from change and it is crucial to try and put new pieces of knowledge to good use; it is only right for the school to suscribe to such an ethos. Of course, I agree that radical change would certainly be debilitating rather than beneficial. After all, I cannot guarantee that I would be completely right on particular views. Yet, it won't asking too much if more effort is put into REVIEWING current policies. good luck to next yr's J1s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;我吃得起苦！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-786595186399502767?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/786595186399502767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=786595186399502767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/786595186399502767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/786595186399502767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/08/dots-article-of-day-whats-in-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-6385798691264910312</id><published>2008-07-26T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:31:57.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This short post is dedicated to the memory of our late English teacher, Miss Serene Leong, who left us exactly 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Interestingly, I know of a number of people who have passed on and she’s the only deceased person who has appeared in one of my dreams before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Perhaps it is due to the way she has left an impact on me which strikes me most. Despite not getting to know her better, considering that we were only with her for slightly more than half a year, she did not have to do anything life changing or drastic for us to keep her in our memories. She came across as someone friendly, gentle, approachable..enthusiastic, in my opinion. And the only time she got angry and scolded us, it never carried an impression of aggressiveness but disappointment. (Imagine a mouse trying to shout. Ya, it takes some imagination.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;In short, her example has made me inclined to think, as a healthy and very much alive individual, how have I impacted the people around me, through my sometimes seemingly insignificant actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so whenever I remember Esther Au washing her face (lawl) to the lyrics “I am a flower quickly fading, here today and gone tomorrow, a wave tossed in the ocean, a vapour in the wind…” I will be reminded of the fragility of human existence yet be encouraged by the notion that our lives are as unique as how we treat our fellow homo sapiens ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-6385798691264910312?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6385798691264910312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=6385798691264910312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/6385798691264910312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/6385798691264910312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-short-post-is-dedicated-to-memory.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-3619670920625350580</id><published>2008-07-16T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:20:08.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Randomness section-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waylean rabbits evolve into Winniebeans. Both species are known to carry items that are heavier than them, including bio textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain’s ball this week was fun. But I don’t know why Natasha keeps laughing at the way I play. Maybe I should have gotten Uncle Steve to record us on video. And sporty Jialin was as usual trying to overcome her fear of balls that come from the air. She almost did. Har har. I gave her a long pass when she was walking towards us and she looked real prepared to catch it till it was 2 metres away from her. At that point she suddenly screamed and dodged =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry had a craving for durians and bought some back to eat and the next day he suffered from sore throat for 2 hours. But he saw someone and his body healed itself in a flash. Thereafter he started to act crazy and hyperactive and we decided that once he turned 18 he has to keep away from alcohol at all costs. Hm, speaking about durians, I really want to try the XO ones and the sticky orange ones mann. I wonder how the Ubin ones taste like too. It was durian season when I went there for atc. Before that I never knew Ubin had so many durian trees! And it happened to be ripening time in July so we saw many ppl picking them and chopping them up. Arr, and hungry and tired after 2 repeated hikes that day, I really felt like bringing some back to camp. Hmm…and I crossed the width of Ubin 6 times in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the week-Kenny Ong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pointing to a table, he asked “may I borrow this chair?” Miss Lee, mildly amused, said this to him. “TABLE” and pointed to the table. “CHAIR” and pointed to the chair. Kenny turned red and smiled. The class lawled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was my 5th and final ATC and I will surely miss the NPCC campsite! Memories since sec 3..the tent pitching, the tekans, the campfire council ring..missing pegs..stupid damned fire drills..rafting..half cooked noodles..the tough and enjoyable experiences just came back the day I left the campsite. Was my last official contribution to the corps and it was kind of sad to leave. It was, of course, great to have more free time now..after all, NP was a challenging CCA for me, having to be committed as officer even in JC. Yet,  after 6 years in NP, I developed a certain emotional attachment to my unit, my squadmates and most importantly the stuff we went through together. So I felt that I had to give my best for this ATC. Waking up at 5 to give PT was a torture of course but somehow I found the enthusiasm and energy to drag myself up from the damn nice bed and tekan the cadets (heh..joking) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and not to forget Paul sir, who has always inspired me as a role model. First time heard him joke about the tew tew phrase in front of everybody and we all lawled. Area fivers should know what. Haha..and my fellow CIs Wei Bin ADT, Melvin and Yan Han who have been great buddies during our term. Also had a great time working with my junior officers, although the J08 PRODUCTS are quite mad (sometimes I wonder what might have went wrong, maybe the food?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm and this ATC we waged war with the ant army which invaded half the girls tentage area and bit their way through the rations. Every ATC is a feast for them. What could be better than the campers 11-course meals? So on the 2nd day lunch, we set out on our kill ants mission armed with dirty mop water and insecticide. And the dirty mop water was more effective. Hundreds perished  in the flood that day including a number of queens. All we got was a few bites and a few wasted ration packages. So we win lor. The rest of the ants retreated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright back to work. Wont be back soon but I’ll like to end with our CI campfire performance song, which will always remind me of my last ATC =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you feel the dream Is over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel the world Is on your shoulders&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you've lost the strength to carry on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though the walls may crumble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you find you always stumble through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember never toSurrender to the dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos If you turn another page&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will see that's not the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The story has to end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And If you need to find a way back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel you're on the wrong track&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give It timeYou'll learn to fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow Is a new day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you will find your own way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll be stronger with each tear that you cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then you”ll learn to fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In your head so many questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The truth Is your possession&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The answer lies within your heart (Within your heart)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will see the doors are open&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you only dare to hope and you Will find a way to fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fears that kept you down (You down)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos If you turn another page&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will see It's not the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The story has to end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And If you need to find a way back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel you're on the wrong track&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give It timeYou'll learn to fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow Is a new day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you will find your own way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll be stronger with each tear that you cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then you'll learn to fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, yeahLookin' at your situation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's so much that you can do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now's the time to make your stand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Is just an observation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the end It's up to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The future's In your hands, oh...Oh... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And If you need to find a way back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel you're on the wrong track&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give It timeYou'll learn to fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow Is a new day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you will find your own way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll be stronger with each tear that you cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then you'll learn to fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give It time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then you'll learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-3619670920625350580?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3619670920625350580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=3619670920625350580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3619670920625350580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3619670920625350580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/07/randomness-section-waylean-rabbits.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-3045496917883956992</id><published>2008-07-10T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T08:00:35.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hey...fungi have really started to grow over here so I'm here to clear up some of the mess with a post. Reward for those who have been keeping watch, staying awake. Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you thought I haven't been here since mid June…but actually I did come here to post only to run into the cruel side of technology. Blogger decided to make a complete ass of itself that day. Anw lots of stuff did happen during the month of lifeless relentless mugging and I’m here to keep a record should these memories drown out in a sea of formulae, equations, diagrams and ridiculously long paragraphs of very exciting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here comes the tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not so good stuff- I dropped my wallet on the bus in early June on the way to “clubbing” with my 2 buddies. Aiks, carelessness really hurt but I was even more incensed at the fact that the one who picked it up failed to do what had to be done. Must have figured out there wasn’t much cash in it to kop and thus not worth the trouble of retuning..guess the dustbin was in sight too. What a loser. Now its prob nth but ash in the Ulu Pandan Incineration plant. Yea..forget it..lesson learnt..sorry thieves, one more person less to rob. But seriously get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mugging-Truly, the volume can be estimated to be around the entire O level syllabus and 2am was my regular sleep time. But it was fun “clubbing” with Wes and Bowtuck and catching up with each other. They made great company in times of mugging despair. Oh aiks and we hope EWZ’s better. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the spiritual side-retreat was a quite a success =) yea, it was spiritually draining waking up at 5 and managing 60 over kids (most having problems regulating their adrenaline and insulin levels) from 7-16 and there was no Shawn around till night. Thank God we got the major seminary..it was a nice, quiet, place for us, isolated from civilisation. Haha! And it did help me take my mind of the mugging for a while. And the sacrifice we made for the preps and retreat itself was worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tinge of regret but it was worthwhile- after my track camp, I figured out tt I wouldn’t be gg for any competitions at all so yea, it was a little disappointing cos it was only in the last month that my timings started to show some nice progress but I know my teacher meant well. Hey but not being a born-runner I joined track as a challenge and my most crucial goal of pushing my limits was fulfilled, thus that sense of achievement (I cut off 15 seconds from my 400m in 3 months :) yay) oh and went marshalling for the sundown marathon. Rwah it was damn boring staying up till 7am. I was dead tired and my job was being some random marshal at east coast holding a light stick and being a human signboard. Quite a redundant thing to do. But there were the 2 traffic policemen to talk to and Wen Hui and Joyce were quite enthusiastic in their cheering. Repeating stuff over and over again. Wow. But my fishing-crazy junior got promoted to traffic policeman overnight. It was quite ridiculous. He had problems holding up the traffic cos he had no business being in the middle of the road with no idea of what hand signals to make and no uniform either. So it was quite screwed up lorr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time to breathe- after the crazy week of exams it was time out and we got back our licenses to live for the time being. So off S12 went to sentosa, attendance was great and the rain failed to disappoint us too much. After being trapped at the island for 2 hours we went to vivo to watch 21 for the guys and that (forgot the name, insert title here) comedy for the girls. And it was Billy and Brandon's bday. Haha. It was nice being tgt as s12 again and even though Marche burnt our wallets we had a memorable time eating funny stuff there. Vinnie bullied me on the rooftop water facilities although I never provoked her. Vinnie! Also spent time with Harry and Hoeping on CS and warcraft. Not to forget buffet at raffles hotel with my father. Tt day happened to have seafood and aussie food. Fantastic..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy it was a damn long post, will update atc another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrape off the fungi for me will you? If u read this! Thanks. Lawl. Joshua must mop too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-3045496917883956992?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3045496917883956992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=3045496917883956992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3045496917883956992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3045496917883956992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-2023591460654587116</id><published>2008-06-08T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:43:25.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-2023591460654587116?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2023591460654587116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=2023591460654587116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2023591460654587116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2023591460654587116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-439597740446786893</id><published>2008-05-26T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T07:17:45.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Anyone who still lands on this remote planet of the blogosphere might have given up hope of any form of activity especially after gako seemed to have deserted it many weeks ago…but he’s very busy with his missions so he’ll come back only occasionally to give updates on his adventures =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went cycling again today, alone, up to Woodleigh station to destress. And realized it was kind of boring doing that alone so bowtuck and edduberdewjack, u can call me out the next time since I got back my bike already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday went to sit the Singapore flyer with my family cos it was sponsored by same family day thingy organized by my mother’s office. Don’t it would be worth the money though. Roller coaster beats it hands down in terms of excitement. Its just a little more than going up a 42 story building and coming down again but have to admit that the view from above was quite cool. And we had to wait 2 hours for lunch. Popeye’s was jammed up and really “people mountain people sea”. And that day was also doing incensing for mass.. smelled like an underage smoker after that. Was engulfed in tones of carbon oxides for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous Saturday took part in my church’s sports carnival and my junior got me to play so I just went along. Our side was admittedly lacking in a lot of stuff, most crucially, team chemistry. 3 sec 1 guys 1 adult, a p4 kid and me. Weird combination right? And we even lost to a team with all middle aged men. Experience matters. Kena owned =O but our record wasn’t bad 3 draws 2 losses. And I got bloody knees and socks. No medic post at that time and it looked quite bad but thankfully Shaun and his mother figured out that I needed about 6 plasters to stem the bleeding and generously donated them all. Lawl. Ty. Axedee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a number of breathtaking A division matches in the previous weeks including the rugby finals and soccer girls’ finals but had to miss winniebeanie’s hockey finals. All heartbreaks but felt so proud of them. Our saints all battled really hard and deserved at least take something from each of the finals so it was definitely a sorry sight to have that girl miss a penalty for girl’s soccer or the rugby emo-ing after the lost. Ah well, that’s sports. We can’t always win but that shouldn’t stop us from giving our all and having proper sportsmanship. Up and on, team SA! Winnie beanie rocks too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat’s bday was last thursay and we tricked her into meeting us at wheelock nydc. Only 8 of us but it was already damn noisy. Imagine if the whole of S10 went, haha, but we had quite an enjoyable time over there, especially after those 2 crazy weeks of relentless tests and tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump. Jump. Gako jumps to hyperspace once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for bio spa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-439597740446786893?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/439597740446786893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=439597740446786893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/439597740446786893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/439597740446786893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/05/anyone-who-still-lands-on-this-remote.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-9109525871676493618</id><published>2008-05-10T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T11:01:55.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Its 1.30am at the moment and the typical zombified JC2 student is still busy at work. These 2 weeks are one hell of a ride. Hectic is an understatement. We’re not even getting enough rest. Well, I shall not list out our torture, trials and tribulations of these 2 crazy weeks otherwise I might attract too much attention from human rights groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just here to write out my thoughts. Don’t know why but I felt that I had to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Happy Mother’s Day! Actually I think Mother’s day is a kind of a yearly reminder that I should treat the other 364 days as Mother’s day too. Aiks…we all forget sometimes but let’s try =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Eunice’s concert just now at YJC. Ah, I was alone and got a bit messed up with the directions but she called me just at the right time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YJ had some arts fusion stuff and tonight was guitar ensemble and CO and I must say I really enjoyed the music (rhythm of the rain got stuck in my head!). Yen was in guitar.. she admitted she was a little nervous but I think she did well. Yay. The short play was quite hilarious as well though weird cos they were a bit excessive with smokey gas crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope she had a great time tonight, after practicing for so hard. Haha, she pointed out after the concert that she did invite her family and relatives and whoa they occupied two whole rows! Hmm, and I think what made the concert special was the theme “Amor Infinitus” or infinite love. And thus songs like “True” and “Marriage de Amor”. Yet the part which moved me most was the slide show on “what is love” and certain quotes that struck me included (apologies, but I cant remember the ppl who said them. Haha. Tries to think but all I see at the moment is chem and econs):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love does not make the world go round but makes the ride worthwhile.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The times in life when one would feel most alive are the times one did things out of love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You do not love a woman because she is beautiful but she is beautiful because you love her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that cheem to understand right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, I must be catching up on my sleep liao. Tired tired =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-9109525871676493618?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/9109525871676493618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=9109525871676493618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/9109525871676493618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/9109525871676493618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-4320480219047987408</id><published>2008-04-25T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:37:12.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okayy, I am blogging here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random highlights of recent weeks shall be the theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read the newspaper article about PW. I must say that it's quite disappointing for MOE to think that the grading system, currently mired in controversy, is fair. Let's just give all the markers and moderators the benefit of the doubt and assume they adhere to the guidelines. So students deserve the grade they got? Dubious. True, I know of schoolmates who have really put in effort to produce pieces of work worthy of a distinction, hence their grades are justified, but how can there be so much disparity between classes and more so between schools. Does the MOE realise that the problem lies not with the grading but with how much help certain colleges give their students? Are they doing anything about it? I understand why my group is so damn disappointed to get a C. The point is not about the small differences between grades but the sense of injustice we all feel. It's not that all the As and Bs don't deserve their grades but when you are at the end of a controversial penalty decision you will know how it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess we will all just move on. Let the poor grade be that extra bit of the fuel needed to push for A levels. Life is full of sloped playing fields that we can't level. It's good and normal to make noise but noise alone will get us nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nvm lah! Aiks, but once in a while we should &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;make noise make noise make noise make noise make noise make noise&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;..makes life more interesting right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during pract, me and Hoeping thought of a punishment for Harry which goes like this. Procedure: Lock all windows. Stopper all sinks. Fill all sinks with H202. Pour a bottle of catalase into all sinks. Evacuate and lock Harry in. Foam party. Harry, you know you deserve more than this right? Of course you do. Count the number of times you broke our contract =X Don't worry, we'll send you for retraining. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, went for NS medical exam that day. Pes B! Discovered I was partially colour blind =X and the aptitude tests were quite unusual and entertaining. Esp the press the“buttons as fast as you can”one. Btw, Yuwei almost backflipped when we told him how much blood had to be collected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..H3 lectures at RJC have come to an end. Dr. Yu the smiley laughed and said that he wanted to cry during the last lecture. Everyone just lawled cos the way he said it was absolutely hilarious. He was grinning and chuckling all the way as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw 2 rainbows in the sky last Friday, which was little snail's birthday :) Esther helped us to spot the second one. Was quite a remarkable sight! Pity I didn't manage to photograph them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to EWZ at the same time now, he says there's a real nice documentary on arts central I should be watching at the moment. Haha, so I'll end of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for this post then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-4320480219047987408?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4320480219047987408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=4320480219047987408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4320480219047987408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4320480219047987408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/04/okayy-i-am-blogging-here-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-6283746210684025212</id><published>2008-04-04T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:43:39.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Aiks. Just did some GP assignment. Got me all worked up. Brainfreeze really sucks when doing GP as this subject requires one to be a walking thesaurus, an adept linguist and a highly inventive and creative crapper. At this moment, what really gets on my nerves is that after taking apart book after book, magazine after magazine and article after article, I'm nowhere real close to either of the three. Sigh, but what to do, the untalented will always have to put in additional truckloads of work to keep up with the talented. Know its kind of demoralizing when one gets peanuts in exchange for weeks of sweat, blood, late nights and never ending lamentations but if one really wants the results, one must be prepared to take truckloads rubbish and still hold on. Yup, jia you if you're feeling this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some events which happened last year have made me question why humans need to fall. If I were to be asked this question when I was still in secondary school, the answer “so that we would not make the same mistakes again”would probably suffice. Yet, while praying about that incident last year, I felt that humans fall so they can learn to emphasize with others. Also, falls help us to see beyond our pride and see the big picture. Pride makes us myopic sometimes. It can't be denied that sometimes I still feel bitter and have to learn to forgive but I'm still grateful that I was given a chance to see the situation in a different light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;This week, I'll do a quote column. Haha. I can only recall a few. If anyone thinks what they say is “quoteworthy”, you can submit them for posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Its KENA, not KANA”&lt;br /&gt;-Steve, teaching us bahasa melayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not everything. I only wash cute stuff”&lt;br /&gt;-Esther, who prefers to wash only cute soft toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, its not cute enough”&lt;br /&gt;-Esther, who doesn't want to wash Pau's saliva duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Box you ar!”&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Lee, trying a little to violently to get her point across&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don't pass the dirts!”&lt;br /&gt;-Kenny unwittingly named micropipette tips “dirts” while panicking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don't know what is this, but very nice to eat”&lt;br /&gt;-When there’s nice food around, its eat first, talk later for Wei Bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He don't want to train. I don't need to train”&lt;br /&gt;-Wesley, on training pull ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then you don't do lor! Won't die one. The most 99 upon hundred only. One mark only right?”&lt;br /&gt;-Guess who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-6283746210684025212?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6283746210684025212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=6283746210684025212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/6283746210684025212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/6283746210684025212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/04/aiks.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-8820452257742566356</id><published>2008-03-29T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T09:09:00.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;WE ARE IN THE CC FINALS! Come on guys, go for it! Hope to see the old boys go down to help too. The big day is on Saturday, but ultimately, it’s how much they are willing to put in during the last 5 days =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking from tutorials. Hmm, parents back from HK already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just came back from a whole day out. Had officer’s dinner with Paul sir, Laixing sir, Mr Goy, Rusty, Melvin and Weibin. Aiks, this time our prediction failed, so we ended up being the late ones =) Went to Bistro at Borders to makan and catch up. The kind of fine dining type of restaurant where ppl like me go only on certain occasions. Haha, had some clams chilli linguine which was given some long complicated Italian name, but it was good. Melvin ate very slowly. Eat “one by one”, said Melvin and he said he wanted to count how many of those cylindrical stuffs he had on the plate but didn’t. Went to the crumpler shop after tt, and Mr Goy tried out some bags in front of the mirror, singing along to one song the shop was playing. Expression was so damn funny. Laugh until teeth drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with EWZ and Wes at Bishan stadium after tuition as well. Both of them ran 2.4k. Did a bit of circuit. EWZ screaming hysterically as usual, typical EWZ. Aiks, have to regain my fitness as fast as possible. My improvement is disappointingly lagging. Sigh. And the new track J1s are really stressing me out with their talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was interesting! Went with some of my classmates to bathe in mud at the Sungei Buloh nature reserve. Planted 100 saplings! And we saw this HUGE spider that was having its highly appetizing bee breakfast. Saw it eagerly using its long sharp twig-like legs to bring its food to its mouth and like Joshua said, “sucked the juice out of the insect” slurp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-8820452257742566356?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8820452257742566356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=8820452257742566356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8820452257742566356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8820452257742566356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-are-in-cc-finals-come-on-guys-go-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-7260906489107136822</id><published>2008-03-20T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T07:24:42.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been a long time, but if woody woodpecker/rough fell sheep/gako frog says he'll be back he'll be back. Dajie wanted to read my blog that day but haha, I wasn't quick enough to update, busy relaxing! Yes, so my last post before or around the time Mas Selemat phased through walls and became invisible. My tuition teacher told a joke about him, said that he probably ran to SJI cos he thought it was “Singapore JI” but when he that the school had a cross he ran away and got lost again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rwah, some breathing space now, right after the damned block test, the h3 ppl almost burnt out cos we really had to cramp in time to study given the hectic schedule during the hols. So we made do by mugging on the trains. Haha, but gg to NTU was fun though tiring. Food was nice and ridiculously cheap! And we bought a HUGE shirt (no size) for Esther cos she hinted that she liked it and she was poor. Even her shoes are broken. Got hole, can see her socks =( so we all did our part to contribute =) Did lots of cool experiments and kept taking pictures. And Harry always got himself EB-ed so we all ran away in terror when he came near. We got to use this stink bomb buffer too. Purple crap. We were thinking of kopping some for “special uses” cos for anyone who smells it, his or her sky would light up with stars immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm next thing is holy week this week. So just came back from Mass. Later have to go back at 1130pm again. Oh and tmr there's passion play. Supposed to be a guard but then all the guards end up being the ones supporting the cross =X which is like 20kg not including the guy on it? But training was funny. One time, the director commented: “erm on that day Pilate don't play with his guards, and “Jesus” don't slap the guards cos tt was what happened during rehearsal. Lawl. Hmm, and fri, sat sun, all in church with easter family dinner on Sunday night. Sat gg out with Alvin Harry and Hoeping to play pool again =) yup, must distract Harry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, to make my march hols more interesting and HECTIC was the surfiverace(something like amazing race) organised by Area 5 Officers on sat and sun. bt only went for sat cos of the damned block test. They slept at changi beach on sat night lor. cool huh. Aiks, my stn nt enough manpower so had to stay at Chinese garden for FIVE HOURS ALONE with squirrels, monitor lizards, poisonous beings, frogs and fish. Sounds like being a hermit in the desert. Haha. But I brought my work to do. And after hiding my clues in the pagoda, just had to wait for all the teams to come. And WeiBin (always taking extra food as usual) keep msging me to ask if they came. And Paul sir’s stupid minibus broke down so our lunch was delayed. Maybe he did too many stunts on the bus =) Bt thks Rafael for walking all the way to get it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. End of update. Be back. But how soon is a good question&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This was from a card I received. just an easter msg for all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-Psalm 46:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-7260906489107136822?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7260906489107136822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=7260906489107136822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/7260906489107136822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/7260906489107136822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-long-time-but-if-woody.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-8770294468353997402</id><published>2008-02-12T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T02:05:09.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today I walked to the station with Steve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Steve was saying that life is freaking short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So why put myself in shackles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yes, I will walk again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cause when you're in your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;And all of the light just fades away&lt;br /&gt;When you're like a single flower whose colours have turned to shades of gray&lt;br /&gt;Well hang on, and be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-8770294468353997402?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8770294468353997402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=8770294468353997402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8770294468353997402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8770294468353997402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-i-walked-to-station-with-steve.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-2086645715673411851</id><published>2008-02-07T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T02:51:31.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temporary respite. Its CNY. Goodie consumption festival. Cannot get sore throat. I must not get sore throat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now was playing w fire as usual w my sisters. With the sparklers. A few of them became bombs cause they were kind of faulty. Just exploded and started screeching. Bt it was cool, like mini firecrackers. Sounded a bit like Vinnie, but she’s louder. Aiks, the m’sian gang went back by train to home sweet home alr. Harry missed the train so he’s trapped in sch today. Laughs at him. Dajie was saying she was happy since last week already. Rwah. Don’t know if she got my reminder to DO HER ESSAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw today’s performance was pretty enjoyable. And there was this girl from s12 I think. Superb voice. Who knows how far she can go with tt.. Packed with potential huh. Anw while tt was gg on, we had the lohwe haeyr competition. Haha. More like rojak salad competition, only a few of us did. The others were scattered abt doing their duties. And we did everything on the spot, unlike the rest who actually bothered to plan. Bt I must say we have been quite creative. Too bad we couldn’t put Winnie inside the lohwe haeyr. Laughs. Shida came up with the mouse idea, using the veggies as the base and Nat screamed with laughter at a lot of our creations. I made the eyes by digging out cucumber and stuffing lime inside. Gross idea but fun =) and we all didn’t win anything of course. Oh, we did do some tossing and said all the whatever phrases lar. Rmbered Kenny said straight As or smthing like tt. In the end nobody wanted to eat the mess. Bt we did eat a bit of the ingredients during the prep. Like seaweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Wei Bin : “I don’t know what is this, but very nice to eat”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd me and Brands tagged along with Steph Vinnie and Mandythemouse to shop at bugis. Me and Brands left before they could buy anything heavy. Either tt or because they owed us 10% of everything they bought if we become the luggage carriers. And it was Ash Wednesday. Vinnie keep on saying I nvr fast bt I got lor. I nvr eat lunch =X yup and I found out frm Joshua tt his parish priest said the same thing as mine ytd: “Don’t stick out yr tongue” haha. Shared joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiks, tt day was quite fed up w myself. Its hard nt to put pressure on myself. And tt day happened tt both me and snailet were feeling blue at the same time. Ya, guess we need a break. Aiks and I’m getting irritated now again, but trying my best to ignore. Takes 2 hands to clap right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thks to the ppl who made last week better for me..rwah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gako the frog jumps past.poing….poing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-2086645715673411851?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2086645715673411851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=2086645715673411851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2086645715673411851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2086645715673411851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/02/temporary-respite.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-3108251641601321922</id><published>2008-01-23T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T07:09:30.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;today me, Owen and HoePing ganged up on Harry during carom. Was v funny cos his favourite Arsenal Team got knockedout 5-1 by Spurs so he was just distracted. Then Owen kept making funny hand actions when Harry was shooting, looked as if he was enchanting the carom board, and it really worked. haha. it just wasnt Harry's day for games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here on the blog because I'm almost done with chem. yays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the suggestion board done by the council was badly vandalised with ridiculous suggestions. I'm trying to come up with a list of top ten most insane suggestions soon. numberr 1 is currently having a shuttle bus service to the mrt station. oh, and little Jan and Jialin recognised my handwriting on the board. whoa, tts cool, I was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frustration of my loss in form and in my maths. rwah. out of gas during track tt day.. brrt and 2 j1s mistook me for one of them for a long time. haha. so I surprised them. and, one of them told me that though I looked mature but young enough to be a j1. I was like huh? okayy. haha. awaiting Rusty's results tmr. I know many j1s will ponteng sch tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm, some things I will choose to forget this year. I want to forget about the situation but it hasnt been easy. sometimes the brain is so annoying in a sense that things you want to remember usually go awol or it gives you a hard time shoving it in. things you want to forget quickly keeps coming back to haunt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I have accepted the facts long ago already. acceptance is one thing, addressing my own doubts is another. has these things caused me to fear failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save Boon Siang, he really needs help. smthing's got into him..if you visit the library often enough you'll know why. This is an SOS signal to all twelfies. He's one of us right? Twelfies dont leave anyone behind, won't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall cut the post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay alive, ppl and jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-3108251641601321922?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3108251641601321922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=3108251641601321922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3108251641601321922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3108251641601321922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-me-owen-and-hoeping-ganged-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-8331513780453827460</id><published>2008-01-19T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T08:15:40.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its mugging break time, so here I go again, at the blog, looking through wikihow to learn funny things like identifying poisonous snakes, blog hopping, listening to music and just time off for a while lar. aiks, I almost fell sick ytd but I'm better alr. sudden throat and nose attack. rwahh. I just ate a pill that is supposed to make me drowsy, so I'll type as much as I can before the side effects manifest themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H3 ytd was better this time round, The Prof was a funny man. He loves touching his head when he's talking (I am an observant man). This week, we did the same thing as last week, listening to everyword he said so that we wont get thrown off. attention power. and it paid off quite fairly I suppose. aiks, I hate the cold though, poor Esther was frozen solid to nobody's surprise and I was wishing I could take the hand dryer back into the LT with me. but the cold made Harry feel sleepy. Its weird. haha. For me, I cant sleep in temperatures that go too low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cross Country day was a good weather day for running. Umm, grateful it didnt rain. we got lots of vit D though. Yup, many ppl decided to turn it into a new paper big walk, causing a massive jam at the start point =X &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umm.. so Miss Ng achieved 2nd in the teacher's race(female)! Miss Ng floating power! what a pleasant surprise. Also, Mr Tan(we miss TCK and howLever) owned everybody in the male component. aiks, I didnt expect to win anything and I didnt but missing the top by a margin that didnt seem so insurmountable made me regret not starting ahead of the jam. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rwah, but I was happy tt I could do my best =) even with the stupid foolish stitch that lasted half the race. ehh ow, I pulled my hamstring after crossing the line. Thank you Steve for stretching me till I couldnt be stretched further (Hooke's Law). haha, ouch. as well as Tess, little Jan and Harry and Hoeping for looking after me tt day. much better now. After tt went to shop for a present for my sis. got a waterbottle. and lunched with Harry Hoeping and Redox Reaction at parkway. Redox likes to look at some ppl ;) Hoeping got cheated at the charkwayteow stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okayy I shall end the short post here. Its bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;walk on, ppl! let's do our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear MSA, one day we might look back and appreciate you, but right now you are just boring the hell out of us. Just dont kill us right before CNY okayy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-8331513780453827460?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8331513780453827460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=8331513780453827460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8331513780453827460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8331513780453827460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-mugging-break-time-so-here-i-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-7454006339216871043</id><published>2008-01-11T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T08:44:00.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yup. If you guessed I was busy, you guessed right. And if you ppl were busy too, you had company. Firstly apologies for Awoling for so long.. back on the blog for a short update hey..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had quite a meaningful and peaceful christmas last year =) and we spent some time with our Aussie friends tt came to Sinagpore too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its happy 08 now and its a little late to wish ppl who're viewing this now? haha, but jia you for the new yr, esp my fellow J2 mates. God Bless! I spent new year's eve with my squadmates, some of which I havent had time to catch up with like BK with his mop. That day we just sat down at cafe connoisuer to talk, and out talk always lingered on the subject of our NP days. aiks, the memories! happy, sad, sweet and funny. and we got to disturb panda too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone said that the best presents are not those that are given during christmas, new year or on your birthday but on the other 362 days of the year, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so even as we stumble, let's try to make life nicer for each other? a feasible new yr resolution for all =) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played in my church servers serangoon district tournament and ya, all ran too fast, came back with muscles all locked =X bt I headed in one. yay! I was quite satisfied with the performance as we predicted we might lose all the way. getting 5th isnt tt bad for a team tt didnt have the time to train much tgt. aiks, bt the juniors lost the final by golden goal(we watched them while bathing in the rain). and their sadness was definitely understandable. aiks, bt they were much better later. guess tt they realised despite the disappoinement, their play was commendable and losing shouldnt always be associated with being poor or 2nd grade. haha and sunday mass smthing funny happened, we were trying very extremely hard not to laugh bt then!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;school reopened. obviously. and I'm quite happy with the timetable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Carol Wong had 2 very fun ME lessons with us, namely the one abt new yr wishes and the game we played today-battle of the sexes. aiks sm qns were quite ridiculous, leaving us in all sorts of expressions (Sandra only had one expression. It was roll eyes). Laughs anw it was just to find out how much we knew what the opposite gender thought of usually, but the game wasnt tt accurate huh. Miss Wong, may yr new year wishes come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;started h3 today..our class in in a state of huhness. hmm, RJ was cool. Met up with Lawrence and Szeling. Lawrence is like so free. I cant believe it. and his sch food price makes me and Harry feel shortchanged. bt aiks poor little siput. things are just not gg smoothly. hope you're better, cheer up =) you did a good job in yr change of appearance. I was quite stunned. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-7454006339216871043?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7454006339216871043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=7454006339216871043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/7454006339216871043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/7454006339216871043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2008/01/yup.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-4254590312685651245</id><published>2007-12-17T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:52:12.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;The pics are blurred. Click for a clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/R2aPoSZEOJI/AAAAAAAAACE/4_iF5Eju5t4/s1600-h/2007_1118august20070111.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144957546611882130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/R2aPoSZEOJI/AAAAAAAAACE/4_iF5Eju5t4/s320/2007_1118august20070111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;one. Otherwise cant see much. AIKS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/R2aKsSZEOII/AAAAAAAAAB8/OYYvPbsQSnU/s1600-h/2007_1118august20070106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144952117773219970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/R2aKsSZEOII/AAAAAAAAAB8/OYYvPbsQSnU/s320/2007_1118august20070106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/R2aJoyZEOHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FRK_DXB3K0Y/s1600-h/2007_1118august20070114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144950958132050034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/R2aJoyZEOHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FRK_DXB3K0Y/s320/2007_1118august20070114.JPG" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/R2aIhCZEOGI/AAAAAAAAABs/8vnWHHm7ZnQ/s1600-h/2007_1118august20070113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144949725476436066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/R2aIhCZEOGI/AAAAAAAAABs/8vnWHHm7ZnQ/s320/2007_1118august20070113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hey there, bowtuck, can you upload the group photo? Its in my the other comp. Anw here are some, of the 4B bbq =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;lawl, Wes, you have been here. You did the same thing that I did. Read them recently too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Positioning screwed a bit. Aiks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Top-CAUGHT! slacking, OR HOR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Extreme bottom pic. From left: Me, Wes the Rat, Edudderdew Jet(Edwin Zhang), Lawrence the genius, Wan Xin Mister Monkey, Bowtuck Hero and Kenny(bling!) We were attacking stingray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;2nd from top. Kaka shows his power, causing the pit to erupt in smoke. Billy and Mr Foo's hair is noticeably golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Next: Albert the expert chef in command. JiaHao looks on. EWZ looks like he's giving instructions or scolding Albert. haha! hey I dont like the color of this. Recook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Little siput mentioned, quite aptly that Christmas marks the start of pre-school-opening blues. Aiks. Which is why after watching Heroes on the laptop and playing fifa 07, I'm gg to mug into the night. So that I can have my protected last week to relax. Yup, also must keep fitness levels up. Looked at the track blog. Must go to the graveyard and run hills =X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HK photos might go up later. Haha. But the plane flight wasnt too smooth. started of with an engine prob, delayed by half an hour, then it landed in HK with a bang! Coming back was no better, saw lighting outside the window even as the plane jumped! thrilling moment =X hmm, its a small world! my sec 1 cadet was sitting beside me on the plane and Martin the man was on the same flight as me! HK was like what I see in those shows. late nigt city. mix of very new and v old in one place. and the mice there liked to wear boots. haha. the winter fashion. little mandy mouse told me she bought hers from hongkong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;The weather went well with me. Reasonably cold. Bt it was quite dry. Liked the food, and we ate a lot of beef, did a lot of walking and shopping. Rwah, could be quite tiring cos nt used to it. walking and running utilises different muscles grps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And Hk in December is nt the ideal place for claustrophobics. Countless times we banged into fellow human beings, it the crowded markets. It was people mountain people sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hey but I like the way houses are built on the mountains =) and how beaches are cold yet sunny. We went to ocean park instead of disneyland though, hearing that disneyland was expensive and overrated. father and mother had back pain experiences before and fear of heights, haha, so we gave the rides a skip. Only tried the boat with sis. quite fun. the drop and splash always gives you the same feeling =) the crappy thing abt ocean park is that we have to keep going up and up and come down again. and it was so damn crowded. It was people mountain people sea people ground and people underground. Was a bit like underwater world. but much bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;had a relaxing time with family overall!&lt;br /&gt;Thank God the trip was quite smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Okayy, wrapped up the presents for uncle and my overseas friends already as well as for the servers gift exchange. laughs. didnt know what to get for a kid, settled for a cap at WOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hmm, recently Was talking abt the cc trgs we had with Wb, Zixian,ADT, Worm, clown, rusty, wenjie and my team and even little siput, realising how meaningful it was, though torturing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Today Melvin had to give a wake up call to the team. He knew what was necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;On a lighter note, cc trg today was nt short of funny events. One tried to shorten excess twine by stabbing at it with a peg. then when it didnt work, tried to hook it broken but alas for him, nth happened. Wb was like =O ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;yeps, and I'm back to mug. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-4254590312685651245?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4254590312685651245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=4254590312685651245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4254590312685651245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4254590312685651245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-there-bowtuck-can-you-upload-group.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/R2aPoSZEOJI/AAAAAAAAACE/4_iF5Eju5t4/s72-c/2007_1118august20070111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-6829995578690724324</id><published>2007-12-01T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T07:26:56.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Found this funny account in a book I borrowed about true but bizzare cases from around the world. you are allowed to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was an admirable streak of logic in the thinking of one Sergio De Sa, an addicted glue sniffer. For years he stole glue in small quantities from neighbourhood shops, but realised that if he was ever to achieve a true nirvana-like state of intoxication he would have to go get the glue at source. One weekend, he managed to break into the glue factory where his favourite product was made and proceeded to make the most of the fumes coming directly from the enormous vats found there. He became so overwhelmed that he collapsed onto the floor, knocking over a large quantity of glue in the process. When he eventually came round, he found that he had become stuck to the floor and was only discovered 36 hours later when staff arrived for work on monday morning. Unfortunately, the glue factory's product was so effective that police had to cut the floor around Sergio in order to take him into custody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've started a bit of work, a bit only =X and I want to start slotting in quality work time into holiday alr. Aiks, lesser slack time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope the "night time internet bug" is dead already, has been making a fool of itself recently at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That day, went to the field to kick around with Btx and Redox. They were busy trying out all the amusing tricks. Ah, and it took a while for me to regain the feeling of shooting. Havent been kicking for a while already. Wanting to play a full match. Anyone interested? haha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anw, btx came to my house for a while to piano, left me to practise with Jay's qing tian, the left hand in which I have gotten the hang of already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last weekend was at the budget terminal with Kaka, Mandymouse and Brands to wait for the OCIP photography gang ppl. Mouse bought 3 sunflowers that I was made to carry and we sort of entertained a little baby(Brands noted how easy it was to make a baby happy) while waiting and talked amongst each other. Which was quite long due to flight delay. Can tell that they were quite reluctant to leave Thailand. Lawl. And Brands Kaka and I became the luggage carriers of course. Yar, and not surprisingly, no one paid attention to our complains =) as the photography gang got lost in their own world. Had to rush off in the end for tea with family and I really flew down orchard road. Had a complimentary hotel stay and spent most of the night doing shopping, which was mainly aimless shopping. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was a foolish idea to go sentosa after watching the kingdom tt day. aiks. I was the only one in shorts, to my relief. The rest were in jeans and got cooked on the beach. Think we wasted the 3 bucks gg there. I was really againts it but tagged along anw. Walked from one end to the other and I got dehydrated and utterly bored. It was certainly not the right time to be at the beach, though I feel like going to one soon, if anyone's interested =) organise ppl, its your turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Help =X its already december!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Prayer (Part)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duet by Andre Bocelli and Celine Dion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray you'll be our eyes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and watch us where we go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And help us to be wise &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in times when we don't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let this be our prayer,when we lose our way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lead us to the place, guide us with your grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To a place where we'll be safe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;La luce che tu hai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I pray we'll find your light)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nel cuore restera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and hold it in our hearts)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a ricordarci che&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(When stars go out each night,)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eterna stella sei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-6829995578690724324?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6829995578690724324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=6829995578690724324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/6829995578690724324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/6829995578690724324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/12/found-this-funny-account-in-book-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-3133711490575538962</id><published>2007-11-21T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:52:13.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK, so the pic is supposed to be related to the article right below =X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/R0RJnYEHe8I/AAAAAAAAABk/XLywjN8rQac/s1600-h/scorpion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135310415932652482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/R0RJnYEHe8I/AAAAAAAAABk/XLywjN8rQac/s320/scorpion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Weather messed itself up a few days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Damned global warming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Heyy, gg to watch the Kingdom tmr with EWZ Wes and BTX. yes, I will start my hmwrk nxt week already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;hmm family chalet was nice, bbq did our best to make it fun. father started the fire v fast, helped others to start fire too. classmates said he was the hero of the day. lawl. Aiks, tt day started off sunny and hot, and I bargained with the sky, to keep the black sheep until the nxt day. Siput also msged to wish the weather all the best. But then it rained like crazy! With thunder, so I was a bit surprised and rather gutted cos we couldnt have the 10 a side soccer at the fielfd =X sigh, so sianded, but we made do. Played cards on the floor. daidee and uno, arm wrestling too and talk rubbish lorr. rmb last time we played with pumping. lawl. everyone looked like gangsters and gamblers on the floor. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;btw it was good to see my classmates again. Kaka Goat and Mr Foo went to dye their hair golden color. Foo's hair color was way too bright in my opinion. Wes still up to no good. EWZ came with his permanent smile to play mahjong but no mahjong kakis so he and Kenny ended up playing winning eleven. Dont know a thing abt vid games using weirdo controllers so as usual, left them alone. haha, yes I'm almost as tall as Maocheng alr =) Lawrence was there in his socks and shoes as usual and Albert was the chief chef! Monkey and gang threatened to use him as bio-fuel, he just stood there and hur-hur-hur =X lawl. hmm, initially EWZ was deprived of food cos I bully him for eating without cooking. bt in the end he did sm work, shrieked and got to eat, then came to bully me back. Ah, and we had skilled and zai chefs like Kaka and Albert, not much stuff chaotared. Best food was stingray, everytime one was done, small group will gather, then once opened, all attack the poor stingray in various uncivilised ways. bt it was good cos no one wasted any food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;walked in the dark after tt, down to ECP and other chalets on the way. ECP's cool at night, its very shadowy and smokyand you can hear loud weird sounds coming from the sea. rahhhw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;yea, we took a few pics which I will post soon. hmm sis got bored during bbq, ended up playing charcoal, amusing kaiwei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;today had cc trg, went back to coach the peoples. met up with Rusell, Junhao and friends (batch b4 me). were as crazy as usual. basically the team tt I captained last time. ehh, was actually looking forward to see Matthew the clown. always did weird and funny stuff during training last time, most of the time by accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;rmbered last time the pitch conditions weren't very good. when it was too hot and dry, we had to carry pails to water the ground. when it was muddy and flooded, we pegged many holes into the ground to drain the water. and the water would go in with the sound reminiscent of a toilet jam. cute sound =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;well, have to start posting on the cc blog soon. haha. my 2nd blog-to-be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;aiks, like posting stuff tt interests me here, well here's one from yahoo news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Scientists find fossil of enormous bug&lt;br /&gt;By THOMAS WAGNER, Associated Press Writer2 hours, 7 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This was a bug you couldn't swat and definitely couldn't step on. British scientists have stumbled across a fossilized claw, part of an ancient sea scorpion, that is of such large proportion it would make the entire creature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the biggest bug ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;How big? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bigger than you, and at 8 feet long as big as some Smart cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The discovery in 390-million-year-old rocks suggests that spiders, insects, crabs and similar creatures were far larger in the past than previously thought, said Simon Braddy, a University of Bristol paleontologist and one of the study's three authors.&lt;br /&gt;"This is an amazing discovery," he said Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;"We have known for some time that the fossil record yields monster millipedes, super-sized scorpions, colossal ###########, and jumbo dragonflies. But we never realized until now just how big some of these &lt;strong&gt;ancient creepy-crawlies&lt;/strong&gt; were," he said.&lt;br /&gt;The research found a type of sea scorpion that was almost half a yard longer than previous estimates and the largest one ever to have evolved.&lt;br /&gt;The study, published online Tuesday in the Royal Society's journal Biology Letters, means that before this sea scorpion became extinct it was much longer than today's average man is tall.&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Jeorg W. Schneider, a paleontologist at Freiberg Mining Academy in southeastern Germany, said the study provides valuable new information about "the last of the giant scorpions."&lt;br /&gt;Schneider, who was not involved in the study, said these scorpions "were dominant for millions of years because they didn't have natural enemies. Eventually they were wiped out by large fish with jaws and teeth."&lt;br /&gt;Braddy's partner paleontologist Markus Poschmann found the claw fossil several years ago in a quarry near Prum, Germany, that probably had once been an ancient estuary or swamp.&lt;br /&gt;"I was loosening pieces of rock with a hammer and chisel when I suddenly realized there was a dark patch of organic matter on a freshly removed slab. After some cleaning I could identify this as a small part of a large claw," said Poschmann, another author of the study.&lt;br /&gt;"Although I did not know if it was more complete or not, I decided to try and get it out. The pieces had to be cleaned separately, dried, and then glued back together. It was then put into a white plaster jacket to stabilize it," he said.&lt;br /&gt;Eurypterids, or ancient sea scorpions, are believed to be the extinct aquatic ancestors of today's scorpions and possibly all arachnids, a class of joint-legged, invertebrate animals, including spiders, scorpions, mites and ticks.&lt;br /&gt;Braddy said the fossil was from a Jaekelopterus Rhenaniae, a kind of scorpion that lived only in Germany for about 10 million years, about 400 million years ago.&lt;br /&gt;He said some geologists believe that gigantic sea scorpions evolved due to higher levels of oxygen in the atmosphere in the past. Others suspect they evolved in an "arms race" alongside their likely prey, fish that had armor on their outer bodies.&lt;br /&gt;Braddy said the sea scorpions also were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cannibals that fought and ate one other, so it helped to be as big as they could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"The competition between this scorpion and its prey was probably like a nuclear standoff, an effort to have the biggest weapon," he said. "Hundreds of millions of years ago, these sea scorpions had the upper hand over vertebrates — backboned animals like ourselves."&lt;br /&gt;That competition ended long ago.&lt;br /&gt;But the next time you swat a fly, or squish a spider at home, Braddy said, try to "think about the insects that lived long ago. &lt;strong&gt;You wouldn't want to swat one of those." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-3133711490575538962?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3133711490575538962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=3133711490575538962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3133711490575538962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3133711490575538962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok-so-pic-is-supposed-to-be-related-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/R0RJnYEHe8I/AAAAAAAAABk/XLywjN8rQac/s72-c/scorpion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-7382514858727271430</id><published>2007-11-12T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:09:04.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello there gentlemens, roughmens, ladies and byakushis, whatever byakushis mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking for quite a while to siput kawan saya (my snail friend).. Siput suka makan daun daun (Snail likes eating leaves)  Haha =) Was wondering what snail was called in Malay all of a sudden. So I dedicated this nickname to Szeling. Randomly thought of some stuff..so I’m in a random mood yup. Anw part of our convo led me to think…Many of us want JC life to end soon, end the torrrturrre  =X then when JC life has passed and we go our ways, we’ll look back and say we missed the JC days. Haha, sometimes its like looking back at my NP days, remembering the trainings, my squadmates, tortures, camps, moments of joy or even panic. Some say all that is left is a memory. I say it is more than that, it is an experience and it is part of me. Indeed, what we are today is the sum of all our yesterdays. Looking back at the past gives me a kind of emotion that I cant find a word to describe. Something other than happiness, sadness, or even nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw tt day end of sis’ confirmation church camp, Shaun and I happened to be watching them perform this song and he said to me: “Brings back memories right?”  Haha. Yep, it did, my two confirmation camps were an experience for me, even gangs of byakushis doing insane stuff like night visits and playing with the fire extinguisher until those in charge couldn’t be bothered already couldn’t affect the on-fire feeling of my batchmates as a whole. Yea, and ppl messed up the meal areas too. Aiks! Haha, if this happened during NP camps, everyone would be inside the dustbins alr after dinner. Rmb ATC? Went into drains to hunt for precious little bits of magi mees. Treasure hunt =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...back to the nearer past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, went out to PS with Harry Hoeping and their friend Alvin. Haha, Harry made a fool as usual, leading us into wrong directions. Hmm, we hade dinner at Ramen, spent quite a lot, but it was worth it. Lawl, nobody really liked the baby octopuses I ordered so I had them to myself. They were cold, rubbery and nice, to me =) And Harry had his hat on, for fun. Following that, we went to pool a few games at the Meridien, me and Harry lost to Alvin and Hoeping, so we had to treat them sundae after that, lawl, at first joked that we only would buy the vanilla cones, but since I was in a good mood, just treat them larrr. Haha. Hoeping was bankrupt and from what I infer, he owed ppl quite a lot of money. When I asked him why he was still alive, he said he had good friends. Lawl. Oh, so pool was fun and distressing, made more interesting by the fact that it was the last game that had to decide who was the winner. And Harry and came happily from behind, only to finish off the game in a ridiculous and extremely comical manner. At first, Harry earned a foul to get the black ball in, but he supposedly made the foul try. It was a controversial and ambiguous foul. Harry claimed happily that he was only carrying a trial of his real action. After some happy protests, he got the benefit of the doubt then a series of jokes happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)      Harry made exactly the same foul again due to a slip. Laughs. Foul to Hoeping.&lt;br /&gt;2)      Hoeping had a great chance to end the game but mis-hit and the ball rolled miserably wide. Laughs and falls down.&lt;br /&gt;3)      My turn. Surely cannot miss at that distance, but my angle was awkward and I slipped and missed it completely, was only able to swipe the ball to one side. Laughs until table shakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Alvin finished off the game =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyy, really thanks guys for the short but nice outing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-7382514858727271430?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7382514858727271430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=7382514858727271430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/7382514858727271430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/7382514858727271430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-there-gentlemens-roughmens-ladies.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-3632497812492360138</id><published>2007-11-07T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T08:16:56.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Its approaching midnight. Nth to do now so I’m at the bio-philosophy book, piano-ing and watching stuff. Tmr got to plan cc training with Wb. CC trg, which means we will all become chaota along with the trainees. Right. I haven’t been chaota for quite a while alr, since it has been raining so frequently. Prays for no rain during bbq!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd night’s CL match, Pool vs Besiktas was oh so cool. 8 nil scoreline. Crouch is real comical. I don’t know why but everytime he stretches out his long limbs he looks like some spider robot. Breathtaking =) and so I woke up happy and it was Harry and Eunice’s bday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today half the class was late so LPW got fed up. Haha. Sean was crowned Mr Late Universe 2007 (45 minutes late). Round of applause please. All of us were so eager to be done with PW and destroy the PW files. Ah. And Dajie was in a good mood today I think. and I hope so too! Yup. Then Jialin mentioned tt her friend must kena filmed, cos her grp's OP wasnt good. aiks, what do they think they are doing? Its alr enough misery doing PW itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here’s 3 weird piece of news from yahoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;AMSTERDAM, Netherlands - Thousands of bananas washed up on two Dutch North Sea islands on Wednesday after at least six containers fell off a cargo ship in a storm and at least one burst open, a local official said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Haha. This is funny. Lucky fishes got a taste of what we humans eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;McALLEN, Texas - A man was arrested for drug possession after telling authorities that two masked gunmen had stolen 150 pounds of marijuana from his home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;4 letters. L+A+W+L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Huh, this article below sure is weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Die and you're under arrest! Britain's most stupid laws&lt;br /&gt;Tue Nov 6, 2:19 PM ET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Queen Elizabeth II's speech in the British parliament Tuesday may have been routine but at least nobody got bored to death. That would have been against the law.&lt;br /&gt;Dying in parliament is an offence and is also by far the most absurd law in Britain, according to a survey of nearly 4,000 people by a television channel showing a legal drama series.&lt;br /&gt;And though the lords were clad in their red and white ermine cloaks and ambassadors from around the world wore colourful national costumes, at least nobody turned up in a suit of armour. Illegal.&lt;br /&gt;Other rules deemed utterly stupid included one that permits a pregnant woman to urinate in a policeman's hat and murdering bow-and-arrow-carrying Scotsmen within the city walls of York, northern England.&lt;br /&gt;A law stating that in Liverpool, only a clerk in a tropical fish store is allowed to be publicly topless, was also ridiculous, said a poll of 3,931 people for UKTV Gold television out Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Nearly half of those surveyed admitted to breaking the ban on eating mince pies on Christmas Day, which dates back to the 17th century and was originally designed to outlaw gluttony during the rule of the Puritan Oliver Crowmell.&lt;br /&gt;The laws and other regulations were culled from published research into ancient legislation that has never been repealed although subsequent statutes have rendered them obsolete.&lt;br /&gt;Respondents were given a shortlist and asked to vote.&lt;br /&gt;Most ridiculous British law:&lt;br /&gt;1. It is illegal to die in the Houses of Parliament (27 percent)&lt;br /&gt;2. It is an act of treason to place a postage stamp bearing the British monarch upside-down (seven percent)&lt;br /&gt;3. In Liverpool, it is illegal for a woman to be topless except as a clerk in a tropical fish store (six percent)&lt;br /&gt;4. Mince pies cannot be eaten on Christmas Day (five percent)&lt;br /&gt;5. In Scotland, if someone knocks on your door and requires the use of your toilet, you must let them enter (four percent)&lt;br /&gt;6. A pregnant woman can legally relieve herself anywhere she wants, including in a policeman's helmet (four percent)&lt;br /&gt;7. The head of any dead whale found on the British coast automatically becomes the property of the king, and the tail of the queen (3.5 percent)&lt;br /&gt;8. It is illegal to avoid telling the tax man anything you do not want him to know, but legal not to tell him information you do not mind him knowing (three percent)&lt;br /&gt;9. It is illegal to enter the Houses of Parliament in a suit of armour (three percent)&lt;br /&gt;10. In the city of York it is legal to murder a Scotsman within the ancient city walls, but only if he is carrying a bow and arrow (two percent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ah, and I pray for radius and Hue to be reconciled with each other. Go for it Hue! Make your would 10000x3.14159x160cm square larger =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Lastly thks ppls, for the support. Though there is still a wound that will not heal at the moment, I'm better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sign off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-3632497812492360138?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3632497812492360138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=3632497812492360138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3632497812492360138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3632497812492360138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-approaching-midnight.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-9018945795897736332</id><published>2007-11-05T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:55:32.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday night I hiked with Brands round Sengkang. Lawl. We followed the LRT track and kept conversation going. Place was quite deserted for a new estate. Some parts look haunted to me =) yup we ended off with coffee. and I burnt my tongue. brrrwlle lrrrrlrrr werrrplls! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm, at first, we were very random but then moved down to some recent problems. I found out a lot of stuff and that Brands was actually carrying heavier and more complicated loads than me. There were loads that were real stupid too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was only my first major lesson. I realised. Surrendering to reality and watching patiently. It came from defeat and I'm glad I've started my recovery. Master gave me a lesson in the form of a conversation with a friend, one who needed more support and I am grateful for that. When I fall and bleed under the weight of my own boulder, what inspires me to hang on is the sight of ordinary people walking on, carrying more than one and carrying heavier ones, rockier ones. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Brands =) walk on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with renewed hope, I walk on with patience with my rock. Only now it feels lighter. In fact I feel like running again! RAHW =O Like what Dajie said, I have grown. Thank you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he will raise you up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On eagles wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bear you on the breath of dawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make you to shine like the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hold you in the palm of his hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-9018945795897736332?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/9018945795897736332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=9018945795897736332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/9018945795897736332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/9018945795897736332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/11/yesterday-night-i-hiked-with-brands.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-2092356930362635491</id><published>2007-11-04T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T08:10:01.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seems that the stuff has mostly been settled. The crucial part has been put on hold though. Whatever the case, I have already stepped out and this is day one. Last night, I had a long exchange then spent the early hours of the morning thinking. And patience paid off, the answer was to wait and watch. And for the first time in my life, I felt that presence so strong, the reassurance. Yep, as I gazed at creation last night in the skies, I knew that answer. Hold on. Just wait and see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I hope you are okayy.cope well. dont worry too much too.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today I almost dozed off in church. So tired. Aiks. And it’s hard to keep awake when you are sitting down relaxed. So I dozed off 2 hrs in the afternoon before meeting Paul sir, Weibin and Melvin for discussion at PS. If Nat and friends think I’m weird, they should meet Melvin. He’s better. Haha. Many many craps come out of him today. Yea, he went to buy fish food, and there was this suggestion of eating tortoise sandwich cos the tortoises on sale were damn teeny winnie small. Went LJS to talk, then sidetracked quite a lot, which made the meeting quite entertaining. Hmm. After tt we went to Istana to watch the change of guards ceremony. Cool, since it was me and WayyBean’s first time. Thought the fancy drill was impressive, tho the helmets were funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t got mozzie bites in a long time. Today I got one (stupid bakemono), and its itching like hell now. I’m gg to try ice treatment, but the downside is tt it doesn’t last tt long. I will go and punish the mozzie when I see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered if u could save yrself by jumping at the last moment when a plunging elevator crashes down? Answer is no, unless you can jump up the the same speed the life is crashing down at. Yep. Found this in a book. Go find out why if you’re interested. This week sm guy survived such a fall at sm condo. Lucky fella..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whats a nympcornput..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-2092356930362635491?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2092356930362635491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=2092356930362635491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2092356930362635491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2092356930362635491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/11/seems-that-stuff-has-mostly-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-1995212098696509302</id><published>2007-11-03T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T05:43:02.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am I overeating? I dont think so, after the horrid stuff I've heard. now different things are being told to me. I'm quite confused. Its like so many things are trying to stop my resignation. I want to get the details right once and for all. Please tell me what the hell is going on! and no one can. was something that bad said out? or was it more or less than that? the story keeps changing, its really turning me inside out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anw today I am better yea. went for the laser competition with Harry. me, redox, YZ, EWZ and Wes the rat. think we played very well. Wes kept moaning abt not being able to collect his free lunch. laughs at his face. We got into semis. EWZ was quite surprised, emitting his trademark high pitch screech of laughter. Quite nice play, until redox was down 1 againts 3. understandable tt he panicked cos the grenade launcher jammed. aiks! bt its good tt we actually worked to bring down their highly dangerous captain. good work. which meant we had to cover a lot for each other and make him raise his gun at smone else so it leaves it open for hitting. I like the team strategy. rarely during games I played in, have there been substantial amounts of communication and covering up. yup. good game. thks Harry and Uncle Steve for the invitation, yawn. after tt had a long bus ride to tuition. talked quite a lot to Wes while EWZ dozed off. tuition teacher was funny as usual. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thks Brandy for yr concern. appreciated. nods. handshake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-1995212098696509302?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1995212098696509302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=1995212098696509302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1995212098696509302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1995212098696509302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/11/am-i-overeating-i-dont-think-so-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-8534874228766316591</id><published>2007-11-02T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T07:42:38.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is finished. It is official. I have quit. Don’t be surprised; tonight is the night darkness has won. So sudden, and yet I will accept it as reality, this tragedy. I couldn’t do anything. In the end, I was just too lousy. Though I worked myself to the ground it was never enough. I take the blame fully, no use saying things are unfair for too often, where is fairness? We wonder. Yes, I was too sure of myself. I was blinded by my trust. Too blind! I was too blind to see that you couldn’t see too. Now that you are gone, I feel unusually empty, cold. Abandoned to die in the rain, pinned down by cruel boulders that were let loose when the enormous crate I was carrying vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go into exile then, and we shall wait for the time when dawn breaks. Laugh now, tragedy and grief, laugh while you can, for your reign will be short lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surprised at my calm, but it is in my personality to do so. And I thank God that my prayer has been answered, only hours after I have spent time in deep thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sorry. You were my joy (even mopping the place was fun) yet I couldn’t save you. I have failed you. Much was expected of me, but I have failed you. I never did enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for when you were alive, you taught me many lessons in life. You were what spurred me on for times when I needed that extra burst of strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you friends, for all your support. I will never forget your cries of motivation when I needed them most. Don’t worry about me. I will be strong, as always, despite the anguish that I will have to bear for God knows how long.  Don’t feel bad about stabbing me, for I knew that stab saved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-8534874228766316591?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8534874228766316591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=8534874228766316591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8534874228766316591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8534874228766316591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-is-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-816000726773855046</id><published>2007-11-01T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:52:13.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RynvmZSvI-I/AAAAAAAAABc/WviwB8xXJts/s1600-h/fishy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127893093641561058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RynvmZSvI-I/AAAAAAAAABc/WviwB8xXJts/s320/fishy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;the chair I am on has a screw missing(literally). and the internet is s.crewing itself on my PC so I'm forced to use a laptop. now I know where tt screw went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;lately have had time to borrow sm cool books.. philophical kind. KI kind, and some can be quite interesting. finished a cheemish one on (Time), which was essentially cool physics plus cheemo studies (time travel, lightcones, relativity all included) and halfway thru another book on biology and philosophy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;tmr is OP and they changed the rules again. now they can ask qns frm other ppl's part. unfair play. where is the referee and the red card when we need them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;ytd was quite fun doing OP, yea even though it was PW. dont be surprised yet..cos Sandy fell asleep on her bed, I almost slept too and Kenny kept lying down. her guest room had 2 beds and a v cosy ambience (how conducive). except tt Jialin didnt feel tired at all(nt surprised). She was busy keeping us awake and working in a Jialinical way on the OP. SA99 pls dont laugh tmr cos the introductory video is a real joke. the music is really cheesy and meant for a fahion show, and nt for paper recycling. I will try my best nt to laugh tmr.. ya. bt I'm sure we will try our best. If Mdm Leong gets to hear the music, she will become horrified and her jaw will drop. yea, and Sandy's hse was nxt to an army camp I noticed(cool ehh?) and we were in the guest room. I said it was quite remisniscent of a chalet. Kenny agrees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;today we did OP again at NLB. lunch was nice. and I think the food court has a nice settng too. Kenny went haloween party ytd, woke up late. kena nag by Jialin again. as a punishment, we extorted his sweets. yays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;haha. and we were in boliao mood today. played with the library elevator. haha. quite thrilling. cos u could feel yr stomach drop. the lift was transparent. yup. now I know how to entertain bored kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;looking forward to 4b chalet. hoping for a good response =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I got a haircut. Initially thought it was very short. Quotes little Jan: "at the worst it will only look cute :p" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;what?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-816000726773855046?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/816000726773855046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=816000726773855046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/816000726773855046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/816000726773855046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/11/chair-i-am-on-has-screw.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RynvmZSvI-I/AAAAAAAAABc/WviwB8xXJts/s72-c/fishy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-5222353178474474722</id><published>2007-10-29T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T07:11:14.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today's trg is terrible. we went thru the stupid medicine ball torture method.&lt;br /&gt;grab a 2 kg ball between yr feet. hold tight. lie down. raise leg up to 90 degrees. bring down slowly. repeat and try to reach 3sets of 30 reps. try not to scream in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after that I felt as if all the muscle cells in my abs underwent apoptosis =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winnie was there. reminds me of a hamster when she's doing her own trg, which is quite different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ytd watched Arsenal and Pool match. adrenaline. especially in the last 10 mins. Kuyt almost scored and at that point I was alr gg to fly off my seat. Harry and me had a bet but since the match ended in a draw, none of us got our charkwayteow =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need a nice rest and sufficient relaxation right now, have not been v busy but busy enough to make it feel like its not the hols yet =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did anyone read abt the family who sent their kids for pte tuition only? took them out of sch. finished Os at 12, 13 yrs old? for the 3rd kid, they're planning it at 9 yrs. wow. father says tt formal ed is a waste of time. thats why.. what do you think? If it were me, I think its like no life. cos school isnt only abt academics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PW is a vulgarity to me at the moment. bt at least my team members are all the high work rate kind of ppl. yay. well done, Kenny, Sandy Jialin and Dajie. haha. my tuition teacher told me the 'Truth about OP' She's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;few days ago I had this disturbing dream, the last one I had was before promos. then during promos I turned my mind to acad, drowned it in studies-even one day I was uttering "carboxlic acid, esters" in my half asleep mode to my mother. bt now, studies aside for the moment, the same dream came back. this time, and unlike last time, the surroundings belong to somewhere somewhere I recognise, but the people, the feeling of being stunned remains. Part of me says to just take it as a dream, the resilient side of me says "Dont tell me the "what if I fail" scenario, cos I'm gg to carry on no matter what" bt it all brings me back to square one- The big question is 'NOW WHAT?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-5222353178474474722?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5222353178474474722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=5222353178474474722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/5222353178474474722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/5222353178474474722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/10/todays-trg-is-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-9077753072855413430</id><published>2007-10-26T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:06:25.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Steve, Hoeping Harry and me went to visit little Jan today. great to see little Jan smile despite the pain. and little Jan exploding into occasional laughter. she mentioned the pain factor thing. 1-10. haha. hmm supposedly the pain feels like sparks in the legs, said LittleJan. and we talked for quite a long while about medical stuff..including trying to imagine how they operated on her leg. oh I was also quite surprised that Harry didnt make a fool of himself in the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me and Hoeping have been laughing at him these few days for some good but undisclosable reason =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Training was hell ytd. 25 sets of 100m sprints. Felt like throwing up all the water I drunk. aiks. bt tts training for you, a game of choice between self defeat and self conquest. The basketball triad were having their trg too and chicky bird was in it, cheered me on. lawl. funny. thks Chicky Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Couldnt go cycling today =X EWZ and bowtuck sia asked me out. anyway I didnt think I could, with my hamstring threatening to give way and turn my legs to jelly anytime. bt I really want to cycle sometime soon..&lt;br /&gt;today was also bye bye Mrs Lim day..which ended in a scolding by DP cos of the quilt thing. so sm classes were in uh-oh mode already. aiks. hmm, there was holy communion too. and I didnt know Christians had tt. yar. bt I suppose we do different stuff. yea, talked to Esther abt it and Pau and me are discussing abt it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;after Steve and Harry talked to me today, I felt tt I should have done something. sigh. instead I was there standing rooted, feeling helpless...disappointed in myself. all I could manage was a simple tentative indirect shot. I wonder how it would have been if I had gone in with an uncompromising full blooded tackle then. I dont know whats the way anymore. maybe I never did. but anw thks Harry and Steve.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-9077753072855413430?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/9077753072855413430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=9077753072855413430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/9077753072855413430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/9077753072855413430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/10/steve-hoeping-harry-and-me-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-5154523416526245997</id><published>2007-10-16T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T03:15:14.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Non compos mentis in excelsis (Crazy to the highest degree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pau, you told me tt many of the people you know almost always kena hit by tea-cos (bamboo poles)? haha. I kena-ed today.. could have been serious. you better warn more of your friends. haha. okayy, just a joke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Results? I'm not going to blog about it and put people to sleep, what I need to say is just to aim where you'll maintain the good ones and push up the bad ones. So dont kill yrself over it, run for it! you ppl still have about half a year more to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Kenny hit 2 balls over today. I cannot lose out =) my tally is 5..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Joshua said I shouldnt have given up piano..heyy I went through this grade one book ytd and realised how much I have forgotten. maybe its time I start from scratch. yea, start with scratching my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I like it when Sandy the lion gives the I dont give a damn look doing WR when she is doing the opposite =D haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wes the pervert is considering joining drama. believe it or not, after he got sacked for sm dumb reason from Hockey. Pau's opinion is that one should not be afraid to self jack self malu and make a fool of oneself. obviously he doesnt, but I think he should go for it, honestly,I think he is capable. and the description reminds you of smone familiar right? perhaps EWZ? lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;My mp3 committed suicide. the damned little piece of pitiful technology has decided to go to technological heaven after one month on Earth. heyy what the. I didnt even mistreat it. worse. half the files inside are not backed up on my PC. I'm nvr gg to make the mistake of trusting Creative mp3s again. rahhw. fed up, tried to solve the prob, ended up emailing the creative pros and wasting an hour's worth of sleep. *throws hands up (fed up) No pau, I can fed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Brought my siblings with Mother to watch Ratatouille. not a bad one. quite creative, rather meaningful and delightful.. the part tt should win an award is when the mouse stuffed itself with about 20 grapes fell down got hit by a spoon and spat them one by one at rapid fire frequency. grape cannon. what a joke! imagine if it was a human being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;zoo trip-heyy was quite relaxing and fun.. glad Harry joined us for the first time and enjoyed himself.. I didnt bring a camera though. bt gt quite lots of stuff to take. we saw the penguins (note: I didnt see any backflip or do acrobatic stunts, Sandy) and I didnt think they were kissing or doing stuff Steph Cheong thought they were. they were more like cleaning each others necks, judging from the length of their flippers (hands? whatever), they cant do it themselves. hmm the sealions were really intelligent too. yea and I learnt tt all it takes is a few rubberbands to shut a crocs mouth. thats incredible. the only prob is how u prevent it from opening in the first place. we saw the little ponies bt gave the snakes a miss. hmmph..haha and the meekat guards were cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;sentosa-haha. Dajie, Uncle Steve, Harry Esther and Hoeping invited me, Shida and Tess for the me and my local friend dayy. sch sponsored us 30 bucks, so generous..went to images of S'pore and merlion..lol later I raced Harry on luge down the slope.. thrilling =) we drew, and we scared Dajie by coming on both sides of her. LOL. I wanted to see her expression... we played the chicken rice game on the bus with Miss Wong (by FSD) think she was quite amused by it.. anyway we gave the beach a miss cos Steve was wearing black and it was super hot and blinding bright, ah, but we could go nxt time. Skyride was not bad.. Tess and me were gripping so tightly to the bars we didnt realise and Harry was traumatised but happy (contradictory?) Dajie was a joke. open umbrella on the skyride. I laughed until I almost fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;hmm. okayy tts all for now. I'm back to reading and watching sm bleach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'll spread my wings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;and I'll learn how to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And I'll make a wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;But I won't forget all the ones that I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'll take a risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-5154523416526245997?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5154523416526245997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=5154523416526245997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/5154523416526245997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/5154523416526245997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/10/non-compos-mentis-in-excelsis-crazy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-1830148696717455732</id><published>2007-10-11T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T05:44:32.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2nd post after promos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nt posting on my recent trips yet..this is just musings (anything tts nt a real post, I call it that) nt in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musings&lt;br /&gt;was looking thru my SA handbook..which I dont use..inside has one sudoku puzzle I did and workings to problems tho and doodlings by city and triad members. Maybe it should be an artbook, to draw Mandy Mice, Winnie beans and turtles (the recent baby blues was funny the turtle dies in the end)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sm quotes relevant to the musings in the handbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Losers visualise the penalties of failure. Winners visualise the rewards of success." Dr Rob Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The pessimist finds difficulty and every opportunity, the optimist finds opportunity in difficulty." L. P. Jacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So is an optimist actually a pessimist? But one who hunts down opportunities despite the obstacles? Harry and I are trying to save a situation in which two pessimists are convinced that the other is having a grudge, leading to cold conflict. (No names will be mentioned) Smtimes I could be as stubbon as them too. I had the exams to distract me from the problem, which was good, but now the problem is back and I'm becoming very pessimistic again. the opportunist side of me is really non existent. Demoralised time and again. My resolve is dying to come out but its blocked by this monster called pessimism. Am I putting my own obstacles? Creating a boundary as what Harry said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, its not entirely true, the obstacles are being thrown down on me. Blow after blow. even verbal encouragement sounds far and distant nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHatever the case, the time is very soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Performance today was bad..no excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmm.. looking for nice films to watch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thks Jan, and FSD for getting me started on the piano..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;random research on wiki to pass some of my time.. got most of my desk sorted out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here's a nice song with meaningful lyrics ehh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Streets of London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ralph McTell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you seen the old man &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;n the closed-down market &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kicking up the paper, with his worn out shoes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In his eyes you see no pride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And held loosely at his side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So how can you tell me you're lonely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And say for you that the sun don't shine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll show you something to make you change your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Have you seen the old girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Who walks the streets of London &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She's no time for talking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She just keeps right on walking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Carrying her home in two carrier bags. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the all night cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At a quarter past eleven, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Same old man is sitting there on his own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Looking at the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Over the rim of his tea-cup, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Each tea last an hour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then he wanders home alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And have you seen the old man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Outside the seaman's mission &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Memory fading with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The medal ribbons that he wears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In our winter city, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The rain cries a little pity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For one more forgotten hero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And a world that doesn't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-1830148696717455732?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1830148696717455732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=1830148696717455732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1830148696717455732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1830148696717455732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/10/2nd-post-after-promos-nt-posting-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-4485246778809393765</id><published>2007-10-05T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:33:59.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It was probably my happiest day in JC ytd for me. Now I have lots of stuff to do tt I have put off…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear up my desk and area, everything is everywhere and anything is anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Get back my fitness. Get back my form! Perfect this drag back backheel spin I’ve been practicing.&lt;br /&gt;Install this battlefield thingy that won’t install&lt;br /&gt;Visit little Jan (with brrrt if possible)&lt;br /&gt;Zoo trip&lt;br /&gt;A day with my scholar friends&lt;br /&gt;Continue bleach. I’m lagging far behind at 16&lt;br /&gt;Read nice books&lt;br /&gt;Research on random stuff&lt;br /&gt;Et cetera (which means many more =O rahhw)&lt;br /&gt;And mark my cadets scripts and record scores =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I get my life back, though temporarily, its time to go to my second battle soon, but what I need now is a break. A month of intense mugging, psychotic torture and exhaustion has come to an end. There were times of near breakdown very close to the papers. Bt thanks ppl, for supporting each other. Harry, Yap, Hoeping, Steve, Esther especially who made mugging more lively and amusing. Harry for making a fool of himself to amuse everyone. Little Jan, whose exchange of long msgs keeps me gg and brightens my torture. And the rest too..dont worry I haven’t forgot! Very importantly, the teachers who sacrifice lots to give consultations. I went for Ms Ng’s one, in which she needed her jacket to keep her from floating off =) Chemical sarcasm with Mdm Lee and maths with Mdm Leong, who was so hardworking and help me attack this tricky qn right to the end.. Most importantly, thank God, for being my guide, motivator and friend in times of extreme misery and academic trauma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May u ppl get the marks u worked for…hmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, after the last paper, I knocked my chair down as promised and I knocked it almost to behind the hall. For a levels, I plan to knock it at least 3 metres back. Oh then after that I went home to study for nxt yr block test. Yea really, believe me (gives the innocent Winnie look) haha. I got this msg from Szeling(snail) after the exam, quite a pleasant surprise. I wonder how she knew my paper was ended. And I must get her to tuition me bowling nxt time. Haha. And I thought we had to use arm muscles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Seoul-gardening with twelfies.. and Pau and her triad members took so much stuff, I bet they couldn’t finish and really cannot finish.. lawl. Good thing we didn’t kena fined. We bet Vinnie couldn’t crack and egg and she protesting angrily and said : “come lah” haha. I asked her to prove it. Then yk, give her the egg, then she come to our side, get nervous instantly.. everyone watched intently, then she smiled and smiled then I warned everyone to protect their clothes..Vinnie smacked it carelessly at the side and screamed, let go instantly and the egg drop inside the pan instead of the soup and become chaota omelette with extra ingredients. We laughed and laughed and she laughed. I think we were all thinking the same thing: “I knew it man..was gg to happen.. the signs weren’t good.” Yk and Kaka quickly saved the situation by scooping the eggs hurriedly into the soup. Vinnie went back happily to Billy’s side and the lights came on again and fused (only sm will understand) guess what..she tried again.. yay episode 2 =) this time even the egg shell go in together with the egg after she scream. Haha.. Then the director (Vinnie) decided that 2 was enough. So no sequel episode 3-“revenge of the eggs” and thus no “Vinnie learns to crack eggs” trilogy. Heyy, we ate quite a lot. Bt Mandy and me didn’t need to worry cos she has a stomach made of antimatter ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antimatter"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antimatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; ) and I genetically cant store fats effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yup.. we talked abt work shadowing gangsters too.. and hmmph! Yk! Trick me into giving Kaka beef! I whacked Yk happily to teach him a lesson. Cos I was cooking this super large piece then cant finish, then Yk keep urging me to share with Kaka. So I though Yk serious one, so I put into Kaka’s bowl then Kaka was like =O ahhhh?! Then Yk laughed and laughed, said since Kaka was a Buddhist he cant eat beef. Rahhw! Trick me =X I didn’t know. Lol. Sry Pkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and tt day TW and my physics friends still gt paper. I wonder how they felt.. it was the same for my o lvls, the history ppl, rmb? Aiks, but today they’ll be freed from their repressive shackles of stress and psychotic exhaustion..cheers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll blog abt my zoo trip later..be patient ppl..getting tired, and gg sentosa tmr, to dump Harry into the sea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-4485246778809393765?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4485246778809393765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=4485246778809393765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4485246778809393765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4485246778809393765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-was-probably-my-happiest-day-in-jc.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-3489562080392885794</id><published>2007-09-12T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:53:03.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;first throat pain, now Jan has started to notice my eyebags (she has them too) now is stupid nose gg crazy again. I think I'm really overheating but I have no choice. aiks, haha and she told me nt to eat this and tt and yup when the throat gt better the nose tried to kill me, sianded, give me a break! Jan, get well soon.. you'll run again, dont worry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;last wk NP drill test, rahhhhww, Melvin damn funny again..everytime he will turn and look at me and Andrew.. then his expression change. aiks, but the sec 2s have been rather disappointing, some of them are really the lor. tt day we had to lecture them. and they dont seem to be responding to criticism. aiks, how to help them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rabbit! thks for the funny chocs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;the podcast by Brown on cardboard buns was a big joke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;GP this wk was aiks..anw our video is damn weird! Ryan, Sharon and me had this three way talk followed by a really really dumb clip. and I really hope Joshua got recorded down in THAT clip doing THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;ytd night met up with Eunice Yen cos she got me to print smthing and she was so joke, for printing 5 pages, I got 5 pages of blank paper back. haha. lawwl. and ytd happened to be the last day of the 7th month, then was walking home with Harry tt day, and he told me abt nt gg out near midnight and WHY, so I told her and she was like ahhh..why u scare me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;hmm sian and today was so unhealthy, eat macs =O then Pau and friends keep talking abt weight and fats and all tt stuff which was rather amusing. lilmandymouse and me have good appetites, but we cant absorb much, genetically..lol and I'm quite amused cos whenever I see lilmandymouse she's always standing nxt to smthing tt dwarfs her, eg the ezlink machine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm really looking forward to zoo trip =) and completing the bourne ultimatum novel I havent finished and playing battlefield on the comp. asked Redox nt to lend me the disc until after promos, so I will force all distractions away, mug, overheat and get my results. tt day I tried to continue maple out of boredom and the stupid comp screen flipped! aiks! kaka and jan tried to help, I went online to search and silly ridiculous answers such as turning the whole monitor around or smashing the screen appeared, rahhhw! ohh thks to Ivan, who help me fix the prob =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;damn the exhaustion and the stupid flu..esp when almost everyone in the family is down with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nat keeps on laughing at me for using the SA folder as a file for my notes, today Mr Tan see alr he commented then Nat heard and started to laugh(again) and when she laugh the whole village will shake.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;combined post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;thks Harry and Hoepings, smhow u made my day livelier today. haha. Harry made a fool of himself 5 times the whole morning. now he's worried abt his reputation. and the incident where he took away Tess's chair and she fall down was the funniest. Tess strangled Harry happily and the class cheered. yay...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;otherwise this morning was rather blue..maybe cos of the tiredness.. or cos of trying to focus on mugging..jia you ppl, many dying alr..bt adversity breeds skill if you let it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we'd see the day when nobody died&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-3489562080392885794?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3489562080392885794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=3489562080392885794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3489562080392885794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3489562080392885794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-throat-pain-now-jan-has-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-5324400115067395968</id><published>2007-09-06T02:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T02:28:47.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aiks, not in the usual long post mode now. just passing by.. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleared my cabinets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found&lt;br /&gt;1) a lock and many keys-sentimental value-reminds me of my old locker. ahh the p6 days&lt;br /&gt;2)My oldest nametag- p1. little me&lt;br /&gt;3) My extracted tooth- dentistry?&lt;br /&gt;4) A lot of weird rubbish- things clutter and accumulate. like erasers, leads, and those flick here flick there thingys, whatever things they are. bought during pri sch, racial harmony day.&lt;br /&gt;5) My teacher's orbituary photo- hope you are doing well, Ms Serene Leong. know you are somewhere up there in the clouds. Its been 2 years since you left this world for smwhere better. Thanks a lot. Its a bit late, but happy teacher's day on behalf of 3B. I'm sure we wont forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) and my first trophy-&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about it. I realised I smtimes I still miss the old Pool days. smtimes I still question myself whether it was the right decision to leave. maybe I should have been more understanding, instead, I took that action as the last thing I thought I would hear. It was pride and my past experience has taught me how to be more humble. It was my first, and I thanked you for everything. Then it was goodbye and I bade farewell, wished you all the best. You revealed to me something in the end, which made me feel a slight regret for making my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have learnt to move on now and I'm glad to hear from you still. Will rmb those malu moments, the tackles, shots, runs and most of all your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were and will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiks, the post was quite long anw =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-5324400115067395968?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5324400115067395968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=5324400115067395968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/5324400115067395968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/5324400115067395968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/09/aiks-not-in-usual-long-post-mode-now_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-7332861450744125791</id><published>2007-09-02T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T06:04:52.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my heart broke ytd after hearing how little Jan described her problem =( she's sidelined for about a year after that fall (ligament tear) Hope she'll be okayy as time passes. sigh =X after what I heard I was like oh gosh..but be strong little Jan, if you are reading! take carrree...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aiks, last thurs wasnt a good day. a girl collapsed in the morning, had to call the paramedics, hope she's okayy, standing there just made me feel helpless. aiks then ya, little Jan fell, Shida got a bloodied nose, I feared almost twisting my neck after a jump. aiks =O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was listening to some nice evergreen songs =) dont cry for me Argentina, beauty and the beast, let it be. and its quite calming. lawl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lpl thrashed Derby yts, made ram chops out of Derby. yayyy. Alonso Babel Torres Alonso Voronin Torres. it rhymes man. me and James laughing away online. regret nt watching bt I saw the gamecast on ESPN, all the lpl shots(yellow dots covered almost the whole penalty area) then Derby was like trying to shoot from very far, like play funfair game like that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teachers day went back to Maris STella. yeps! and met so many old friends. and we beat up each other too. me Lawrencial, bowtuck, redox and rat went to eat after that and we talked and complained quite a bit! saw servant fifteen there and Weibin too, then I msged Weibin after servant fifteen greeted me, cos I almost lawled when I saw servant fifteen. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I msged Weibin-look at the noodle stall. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weibin-ya I saw. haha. damn funny, kena biten by poisonous snak! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me-lol. he must be speaking in chinese, cos his friends arent laughing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahh I saw Mrs Audrey CHong and she was so happy with the rose. yayyy. and Mr Teo must have been hiding as usual during teacher's day in dunno which bomb shelter. Mrs Dhar was on baby leave, so only got to see Mr Low to talk to. so my flower had to put in her pigeon hole and pray it lasts till nxt yr. lol. and Mr Teo's flower just stuff in Mr Lim's pigeon hole and hope Mr Lim finds it and passes to Mr Teo. smart ehh, cos I couldnt find Mr Teo's pigeon hole. Pigeon hole is a funny word, I wonder why they are called pigeon holes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha. hmm then there was this unpleasant incident. 2 upper sec students got into a vicious fight. you can really feel the violence =O and feel the blows =O but they fight very lousy no skill one, flap and flap only, macam like bird. no entertainment value(jk lar) Bowtuck didnt want me to get hurt and pulled me away from getting involved(thks bowtuck) , and lucky a teacher came to break them up instead. crazy one lar they all. one is crazy the other is mad. aiks, what violence, what rashness. either one of them must have did smthing foolish to provoke the other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmm and was asking redox and bowtuck if they missed the sch food and wanted to have lunch there and all I got was them protesting vehemently. haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cut short my update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back to work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-7332861450744125791?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7332861450744125791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=7332861450744125791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/7332861450744125791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/7332861450744125791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-heart-broke-ytd-after-hearing-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-2083047462843109885</id><published>2007-08-24T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T02:14:35.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this week smthing funny happened in sch. my PE shirt damn wet, then during lecture I pass to YK to put on the empty seat behind him. then he act funny. try to throw it a few seats down, and his water polo skills failed him! the shirt fly onto a girl in the front row(dont ask me how it flew that direction) onto her face. we were laughing in great amusement. Yk looked utterly sheepish. the girl was smiling. I think cos my sweat is pleasant and aromatic. oh I'm starting to sound like Winnie =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm trying to dig the stupid msn bug out of the PC. basket..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;looks like grandmother and me have destroyed all the armies of brainless ants that have been invading my table by bait, fire and water. yayyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACES day dance is weird. me and many ppl kept doing the slack version =X Tienwei the bird look very funny when he slacks and does the action. his face like no emotion like that. like robot dancing and gg to spoil anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talked a lot with Steve this week, he expressed dissent at some of the things gg on, and I agree for the most part. And I think growing is learning to leave with these intractable problems, trying our best to solve them and if we cant, learn from such experiences, mature from them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esther shared a prob with me this week, and what she said was a sobering thought. SOmetimes we really really wish we understood ppl, and ppl will not mistake our attempts to understand them as us having ulterior motives. Honestly, for me, I have questioned myself, and I realised that I no longer know where I stand. I'm in a tenuos position to be certain about anything. sigh. but now I shall focus on promos first (thanks teachers for the barrage of reminders)and DARN PW. do until so late, sick of the meetings le =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trg today was torture to kill. my legs feel tonnes heavier. rahhhw. and Owen the tennis ball addict is still as crazy as ever. I helped Nelson compose a song, when we were doing those agonising lunges. its called "you'll never walk again" smthing like lunge on, lunge on with pain in your legs, and you'll never walk again!! you'll neeevvveeer walk again! saw Shida training and cute little Winnie too. haha, Janice dont be jealous =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sometimes we are made to suffer emotional pain so we will make better choices" Time magazine on the article about medication for sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they were screaming at me for eating tomatoes this week. tomatoes are nice and healthy, haha. then Yk was moaning and making sounds as usual. when I was sucking up the jelly. Pau was like pretending not to hear anything. haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh and that day went to KFC for lunch, Yap and City laughed at Pau and me, saying I had BSS and she had GSS and Pau was squealing irrationally in protest like a spoilt microphone. lawl. ehh, smtimes I wished part of sec sch could follow me into JC. wonder how it would be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm hungry. rahhhw.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-2083047462843109885?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2083047462843109885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=2083047462843109885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2083047462843109885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2083047462843109885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-week-smthing-funny-happened-in-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-5460286682002706618</id><published>2007-08-17T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T19:57:53.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;these few weeks I have not been thinking much, but my recent experiences have caused me to see things in a different light. have I missed what I was always meant to see all along?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;have been packing my stuff, destroyed many ants nests, settling work and its busy busy! and working to get back to fitness too. will be long running later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;its 40 plus days to promos and its time to start, otherwise it'll be too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Tell me how he died.”&lt;br /&gt;"I'll tell you how he lived.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;-From“ The Last Samurai”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another hectic week. I hope I don't fall sick again. Stupid and useless bugs. And the weather's getting weirder, past few days it has been real hot, now is like so cold. S'pore's becoming a desert =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sunday went to do PW at Kenny's hse, haha, so early so me and Kenny go jalan abt the pasar malam. Got a belt for sch,finally, and a Liverpool jersey for only 8 bucks. And Kenny couldn't make up his mind abt a watch. Lawl. Bt that day completed quite a lot of stuff. managed to get the WR done, though it was quite a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Went for blood donation for the first time =) with Lynn and Steve. Both didn't need consent since they were 19 alr. Esther went too, and she went ard hugging my little owl =) and she was too light to convince the medic that she was suitable for blood donation. Cos the fan was on, and she was almost gg to float off. Her sis came to and for a while, me and Steve thought we shld see the doc cos we were seeing double. Hmm, quite a funny experience, esp with the stupid blanket. Lynn keep on laughing. Um, when they inject u its rather weird, cos it's the kind of pain u don't normally feel. Its like they pulling out the hairs frm yr hand =O and after the thing I couldn't quite believe the blood in the bag was mine. Lawl. Steve asked me after everything, if we were supposed to feel empty. I told him that, lawl, an optimistic person would feel half full and a pessimist would feel half empty. Rahhw. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And during econs we were laughing away because Sean started this funny thing about comparing everyone in the class with pokemon(he was a bulbasaur). He kept searching for the pics and telling us who looks like who, and we laughed until Shida got stomachache. Econs don't understand as usual, so was talking with Janice throughout. Sian, must go read up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;heard this funny song "the Jedi song" lyrics can go view on Pau's blog. haha, it was narrating ep1 thru Obi-Wan's viewpoint. catchy tune, funny voice =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;think this song is rather emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;When the Children cry by white lion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Little child dry your crying eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;How can I explain the fear you feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cause you were born into this evil world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Where man is killing man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;and no one knows just why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;What have we become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;just look what we have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;All that we destroyed you must build again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;When the children cry let them know we tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cause when the children sing then the new world begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Little child you must show the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;To a better day for all the young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cause you were born for all the world to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;That we all can live with love and peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;No more presidents and all the wars will end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;One united world under God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;When the children cry let them know we tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cause when the children sing then the new world begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;What have we become just look what we have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;All that we destroyed you must build again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;No more presidents and all the wars will end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;One united world under God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;When the children cry let them know we tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;When the children fight let them know it ain't right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;When the children pray let them know the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cause when the children sing then the new world begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-5460286682002706618?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5460286682002706618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=5460286682002706618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/5460286682002706618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/5460286682002706618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/08/these-few-weeks-i-have-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-1776866541736977091</id><published>2007-08-08T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T08:33:32.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today me Harry YawnCheng Ping and Redox kicked after school. Havent touched the ball for quite a while, quite surprised I haven’t lost that much of skill. But we got owned by the house comm. ppl! Play until chaota. Haha. Oops I hope I didn’t hurt Yawn with that 2 legged tackle =X ahh, we need to improve, but anyway we played for the fun of it, destressing b4 the nice long break which isn’t exactly long. Hmm, finish alr me Yawn and Ping went to borders cos me and Ping wanted to clear our vouchers. On the way we saw Yawn’s junior in scouts uniform that didn’t look like a scouts uniform cos he looked totally idiotic by tucking out his shirt and taking off the scarf. Then Yawn tried to lecture him but he gave some lame excuse. Gangster. Sataurday Yawn gg to kill him le. Haiyo this kind of junior, asking to be slapped mann! Got a book and a baby owl. So damn cute and furry. But Yawncheng said his merlion rabbit was nicer. Rahhw. Bought it to destress and squeeze during lectures in school like what Winnie does with her hippo, just dont let Janice make you kiss it. Hysterical Janice, I find her so funny to talk to. Hmm we saw this book-“frm boys to men”, about the stuff u need to know for NS but bankrupt le, so we left tt for another day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’m back for track =) that day was gym training and got new ppl join. And I was afraid I couldn’t walk home after doing the swimming superman thing. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, talking about national day, my family went to the preview. Rahhw, I lazy to put pics bt I think the displays were cool =O esp the military display and the fireworks which were simply stunning. and the parade segment is the one I always like, always told myself I wanted to train my cadets to reach that standard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the wk Ms Kotwani again anyhow scare us. No wonder she in drama. First she come into class diao everyone until Sean scared until keep quiet. And the shriek gang and their umbrellas also quiet. Then she write on the board all the things we supposed to have, then give us the piercing “you are all gg to die look” then when she spoke, she said “who lives in a pineapple under the sea?” then all lol until fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs lesson TCK very funny again. he said happily “ you should use words like howlever!”then he saw use laughing and quickly corrected himself “hoWEver” Then all also lol. Then middle of the lesson I suddenly jerk my chair to disturb Jialun then she start to laugh damn loud. Then TCK sighed loudly: “JIALUN!” oops. Then she said to   me“can u don’t suddenly jerk! And can u stop jumping out of your chair everyday?” and lol-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played softball for the 1st time. and I managed to hit the ball. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day studying at lib with Kenny Winnie and Janice. Smthing funny happened. Winnie bean was on the mp3, nodding her head to the rhythm. Then Janice tried to pull the earphones to share. Then Winnie had to raise her head to prevent it frm coming of her ear, and her head was still nodding. So her head went higher and higher and the earphones came off and Winnie couldn’t nod anymore. Then all of us tried very very hard nt to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pledge by the moon and the stars on the flag…. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to rush all my work. and get jet lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=In5uec02E8U"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=In5uec02E8U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is Torres’ first Liverpool goal. Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W08C7qPKnMc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W08C7qPKnMc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-1776866541736977091?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1776866541736977091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=1776866541736977091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1776866541736977091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1776866541736977091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-me-harry-yawncheng-ping-and-redox.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-1375625813699543900</id><published>2007-08-01T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:27:39.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just very frustrated with myself, and have been doing so since near the start of JAE. When u see the happy side of me, please dont forget I'm still a human, I can explode anytime, from the pent up worry and weariness. at certain moments nowadays I feel real angry and snappy. dont know why, I didnt feel like this in secondary school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;questions unanswered... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked myself if I was asking too much of myself. But sometimes, you cannot answer every question directed yourself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its war now, life is tough, and its not only the work that tries to chase you and shoot you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;complain, but please please press on, this is part of growing. dont defeat yourself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dedicated to friends who are feeling terrible today.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not alone. Just hold on yea?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PE is funny today and is always funny to me, so I look forward to PE days. Have been trying to get back my fitness. ahh, and the crazy guy pass girl and vice versa rule. I think Winnie is cool though her equally small quarrel partner Janice tells me not to say that cos Winnie is egoistic. lol. Pau scored a nice goal =) and she must have felt really stunned I think. and Joshua kept throwing over the board which was kind of amusing. Esther was a violent truck as usual, running over ppl. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yawn, stayed back 4 nth that day. bt add least didnt sit there stoning. got Joshua to talk to. and the shriek gang keeps trying to prove that me Joshua and Steve looked the same. walked with Janice one round around the track, which looks silly from far I suppose. hmm and that day me Tienwei Nat Janice SD and Tess talking abt sec sch days again. ahh, sometimes its nice to think abt sec sch again..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ChongPing and me was online that day and we suddenly talked abt LPW. and I realised that their class also noticed her colgate advertisement smile. lol. I was trying not to laugh in front of my comp screen when I found out how ppl in is his class created a challenge to smile back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that day was at CC with Wes, then he was reading the DH book I lent him. then I suddenly shouted real loud(room was really quiet) then he jumped and screamed too..lol. shall try it again. haha. I think the just for laughs programme should try that. simple but funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sunday went to Jialin's hostel and did a stupid thing called Pea-dubberdew (PW) and Jialin's clothes super colorful. her hostel not bad. looks like a chalet, only thing smell like hospital ward. and we sorta rediscovered how stupid PW is. sigh, what to do..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TCK is so funny. I really laughed loudly when he showed us the gummy burgers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ytd I passed 4 ppl for campcraft. well done, Joshua Zhouquan Brandon and Jermaine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just realised I have been very random.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok g2g&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-1375625813699543900?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1375625813699543900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=1375625813699543900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1375625813699543900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1375625813699543900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-very-frustrated-with-myself-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-388833593365598747</id><published>2007-07-27T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:39:19.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have been walking ard in a jacket these dew days cos I dont wanna get sick again. must be the weather and of course, the stress.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bloody headache today, had to go home, sleep 6 hrs. wasted my time. sigh. damn all bloody headaches and PW. damn viruses and reading trail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;part of hell is in JC. how true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but thank you TW for accompanying me today. and Yap for nagging me to go home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this wk as hectic as usual. Sat, I rmb we went to watch Esther in Rapture. Gt a sunflower for her. then we all were laughing so much at Yk's sis cos she was wearing this damn "see alr hair stand" jap cartoon costume, with wings at the back. dont know where she want to fly to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;learning fest quite fun. me and Harry went to balloon sculpture and his dog and mine a bit not proportionate leh.haha and the room was like ppl playing with explosives. every minute got ppl twist until their one exploded (I was the first, thank you) and an explosion would be followed by a scream. we went to impress at first sight later. was a joke. very entertaining. taught you how to sit stand walk. (and I learnt why YK always falls asleep unglamly during lecture with his mouth open in n O) anw I think I can walk, 4 yrs in NP, its hard to walk in any other ways besides a walking upright like a stick. kung fu hustle was also a big joke of a movie. laughing throghout. yes, we learnt abt motivational power of the movies too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my daughter was late again today! pls survive yr OCIP camp, darling :) Its alr freezing in the house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my cousin told me she went to dress up queue for DH at borders. ehh,for me I wouldnt have done that. haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anw Rowling really deserves some praise for her work-no doubt one of the best authors I’ve ever come across, coming up with a thrilling storyline and characters (although many were killed off in a sentence =X) and more importantly, lessons (both direct and subtle) that we can pick up from the many events narrated. Think the most touching part was the story of Snape as well as when she wrote about Harry's thoughts when he saw so many of his close friends sacrificing their lives for a better tomorrow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything to me by Avalon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I grew up in sunday school &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I memorized the Golden rule &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how Jesus came to set the sinner free &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know the story inside out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can tell you all about &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The path that led Him up to Calvary &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But ask me why He loves me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't know what to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i'll never be the same &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because he changed my life when He became... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's more than a story &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;more than words on a page of history &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the air that I breath &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The water I thirst for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the ground beneath my feet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's everything, everything to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're living in uncertain times &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And more and more I find that i'm aware &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of just how fragile life can be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to tell the world I found &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A love that turned my life around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They need to know that they can taste and see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now everyday I'm praying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to give my heart away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want live for Jesus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that someone else might see that he is... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's more than a story &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;more than words on a page of history &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the air that I breath &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The water I thirst for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the ground beneath my feet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And looking back over my life at the end &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll go to meet you saying you've been... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're everything to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're more than a story &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;More than words on a page of history &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're everything to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're more than a story &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;More than words on a page of history &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the air that I breath &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The water I thirst for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the ground beneath my feet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're everything to me Lord, you're everything to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-388833593365598747?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-5853081014412439574</id><published>2007-07-24T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T05:32:24.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;rahhw..its sucks being sick =X virus attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pau kena attacked too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;must be the weather?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;finished deathly hallows! wont start doing a review here or ppl will kill me for spoiling them. haha. only me and mandymouse finished the book frm what I know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;heyy I think we all ran 10k on sunday by some mistake or what.. but the goodies are worth it. ahh BS and Wes! pang seh me nvr sign up. erm the run was quite boring and muddy tho. and at least ZX CT ADT Melvin were there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today TCK nvr come, haha, bt at least could go home and sleep ;) eh, and they keep laughing at me during GP lesson just because I had my hood on. funny meh? lawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;100 bucks and Billy will consider hugging Apple. wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;bye..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-6706891332362512103</id><published>2007-07-19T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T08:53:09.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;me, Steve and Janice missed the mrt stop ytd cos we were so engrossed in talking. Steve said NS in Malaysia was done by ballot. oh he misses driving. lawl! and Yap can drive bt she doesnt like to drive. haha. went supreme court today, was quite a joke. esp in the dock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM I allowed to feel? Sigh, sometimes, relaxing is the hardest thing to do. I dont know why I am doing this. Am I blank on what to do? like Esther told me. Or am I just being stupid? as Yap tried to persuade me out of this. Its not an escape, I dont believe in escape, but I dont know what to do, where to look. Know how much it hurts me to do this to you? I dont know how you feel. I dont even know whether you know anything. Its worrying that I can trust her more than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thks Kewell for your concern, even though I nvr said anything. thks Yk. full of crap, but by just being there as a friend, really appreciate it. thks Vinnie, for being nice. and others too. Thanks Egg for pushing me over the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry I'll chill, endure, cool down. learn to smile and press on with life. After all, it is patient right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to my senses. I'll stop doing it now. wont let u all down by giving up. no matter what crap, its go all the way! and if I ever feel like giving up, I'll hear all of your words. And I'm sure it would feel like what Gerrard and co felt when the kop literally screamed out the anthem of you'll never walk alone during the comeback at Istanbul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random =) Soresu utilizes motions occurring very close to the body to achieve near-total protection, efficiently expending as little energy as possible to execute these moves.[12] This technique exposes as few target zones on the body as possible, making a well-trained practitioner nearly impenetrable. The philosophy of Soresu is described as "being within the eye of the storm." Practitioners remain centered in their mindset, never being moved by what's around them as they stay where the outer chaos cannot harm them. But as the storm moves, so does the practitioner move to keep within the eye. Thus Soresu commands powerful defensive techniques that seem to adapt to almost any circumstance, but at the cost of never reaching past the figurative eye of the storm - they lose attacking power. Many who study this style use it to wear down their opponent by defending a long onslaught with minimal counter-attacking, until their adversary's energy is spent; then an alternate style is often employed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a hole out of the mountain. lollol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched phoenix (Potter and the bird gang) today..ah nt gg to post a review here. discussed enugh le haha. Bt I think the actor playing Luna was damn funny. Sigh and Umbridge toturing Harry reminds me of Huifen, Poor thing sia. YawnCheng got blinded during the movie (only we understand why) and he so pia for his meeting. keep looking at his watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Met Johann on the train. which reminds me of my shirt =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;sleeeeepp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;byeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-6706891332362512103?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6706891332362512103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=6706891332362512103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/6706891332362512103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/6706891332362512103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-steve-and-janice-missed-mrt-stop-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-5858977997417784407</id><published>2007-07-16T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T04:17:54.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Con't frm previous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Jas, stop asking me to go for .38! haha. best female shooter. utterly intimidating, awesome and pressurising. anw jia yous, flower!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;haha, I ran into J Tiah today. I said hello. then he gave that "er er ah ah" face and looked stunned, lagged awhile b4 saying "afternoon sir". Oh, and its Yuxun's bday today. got a weird msg frm him this morning. Both Jtiah and tyx are my juniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;haha, I make Janice today, swapped her chicken rice =) yayyyyy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I keep trying to steal Kewell's councilor badge. fun lor. today we talk a lot about the China fake pdts. hmm! and Oon Hui was late for lesson, so with all the scholars, keep discussing and talking about lion dance, malaysia and NS. Lead by Steve. lol. and Esther's dirty shoe reminds me of home run. Kopped it for auction when she took it off. whee. Kewell went for bollywood dance. er, I dont dare, honestly. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;signed up for the learning fest courses le..zzz. looking at the choices left, regretted nt signing up earlier, I really wanted to try fencing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;sigh, kena the throw dinosaur project. class rep's duty to take up anything the class wont want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;tmr dismissed at 12! yayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;18 secs for my static pull up. with my full strength I want 30secs. jia yous..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;wonder who's playing maple anymore (weibin?), I came across the game when clearing up. shld I go back during free time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;We welcome Yossi Benayoun and Ryan Babel =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today I tried to be cold. I didnt know if what I was doing was right. Is it wrong to tell someone how it feels like by subtly allowing them to feel your emotions? I know in a way its going againts the words I have been reflecting on. sigh. Its difficult to live the moment, without compromising on the future. Hope is when you look into a clouded future and see light. I cant seem to do that. I'm holding back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there are voices that want to be heard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much to mention but you can't find the words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The scent of magic,the beauty that's been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When love was wilder than the wind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;apologies if the tagboard has been problematic and inaccesible at times. having the same prob here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-5858977997417784407?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5858977997417784407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=5858977997417784407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/5858977997417784407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/5858977997417784407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/07/cont-frm-previous-jas-stop-asking-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-4491126105784214716</id><published>2007-07-14T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T00:14:13.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hit the bball court today. 7 in 20 penalties. Bleah, no good yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eunice just msged to whine about her boring leadership talk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troubled. Thanks Vinnie for hearing me out. But when you get shut out, you cant talk. Had a long sleep yesterday. Full of dreams. And one terrible nightmare. About someone close, special. Only a disturbing dream, but I wont let it come true. Cos it means Ive failed in my responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got so pissed suddenly last night. Sometimes I try too hard to understand ppl? Sigh. And when I get crap back for being kind ytd, I wanted to scream cos this has happened so many times alr. Why. I dont expect reward, but why punish me for something I never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an editorial section today. To experience something, both chaos and order is required. Chaos alone is random, order alone is static. To build something, walls are needed, but they are also just doors waiting to be opened. Cheemology? Not that. Just read. Not elaborating much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, I want to say, I'm not as privileged, not as free as many of us. It sucks being restricted sometimes it feels like total order and no chaos. I'm trying hard, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So little time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Try to understand that I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Trying to make a move to stay in the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I try to stay awake and remember my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But everybody's changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And I don't feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-4491126105784214716?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4491126105784214716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=4491126105784214716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4491126105784214716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4491126105784214716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/07/hit-bball-court-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-7051732338190384129</id><published>2007-07-12T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T06:51:39.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raffia string is here to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua likes my name. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, sleep deprivation again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under crap load of stress right now cos teacher keeps adding her own rules to PW, making it a real hell out of a crap to the already heavy workload. Gosh, I’m getting dizzy over this. Lucky my members are hardworking too, tho Jialin might be a clown. Father helped me with adobe, so lucky. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gg for the Mizuno wave run thingy. 5km.Got Wes to go. Yup. And BS wants to kill himself running the 10km one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning fest- haven’t made up my mind yet. Heard smone wanted to go kickboxing. Violent. Go in with one set of bones leave with about 3 to 4 sets. Yk wanted to go for the protection for girls one. Haha. Typical Mr Foo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain’s ball was funny today. Bit more enjoyable, TW keep playing goalkeeper with YW making a fool of himself. And keep pumping long balls to Lynn. Haha. Free goals. Esther was posing for the camera, carry the ball one hand, stand on one leg, other hand on the hip like buay song with us like that. Rahhw. Harry Kewell passed 2.4k. whee. Felt energetic today, so chased after Pau, Steve, Kewell and the rest, pia them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t know Winnie lived so near me. She and her hippo equally cute. Janice made her kiss the hippo. Yuck, I was playing with it today =X Wenghao was happy too early, the scandal man, after he heard what Janice said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat followed me home ytd! So cute =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing race last week was quite retarded and crazy bt overall cool. Did many weird stuff, ran about a lot. Could see a lot of effort and enthusiasm. Tho they had oral after that. Anw good job to the house com, the construction worker gang. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2s. Gosh, I’m so let down by them. That day, I happened to have a cam for NP, and went there to psycho them,harshly saying if they carried on with such sloppy drill, will video them down to let them see what they were doing. Sigh. NCOs were nt good too. But its encouraging to see ppl approach me online to ask for advice. Yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had ice cream on wed with sm twelfies. Share with Vinnie. Brandon didn’t want. Then we heard mandymouse scream! For the first time. More like squeak!  Ice cream was sweet. Someone mentioned having ice cream without fat. Then it’ll be just ice for them. And they talked about dieting again. Not for Brandon and me, haha, if we diet, we’ll disappear, esp for me with a 5% percentage. Whee. Daughter, Ice cream reminds me of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its getting frustrating again for me. City talked to me ytd. But I admit I’m still undecided. Yep, I’ll take things as they come. Living in the moment. So much to think, so much to reflect. Yet things don’t seem to work, getting stuck. Hmm, I say patience, just follow the code? But I’m human after all, I get angry too. Lost! Lost in this crazy wilderness, but don’t worry, I’ll get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You can be a master, but you are a learner forever-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting gave me this fact of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know lots of ppl carry heavy burdens like these. Like what I told mandymouse, we exist to make life better for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-7051732338190384129?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7051732338190384129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=7051732338190384129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/7051732338190384129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/7051732338190384129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/07/raffia-string-is-here-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-3894924781035268961</id><published>2007-07-05T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:18:05.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need a new bag soon, before everything starts falling out of that hole =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd when walking to sch, we talked to a cat! And the cat was whee so friendly, it flattened itself, flipped over and rub its head on my shoe :) yay. Bt later it got chased by a dog. Hmm, cat population is high outside SA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polishing boots early in the morning…yawn! I KIWIED MY FACE BY ACCIDENT! Yk wanted to eat macs breakfast (damn high sodium) so too bad. Haha. Told him if he wanted to date my daughter he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd they were laughing at me carrying instant noodles. The laughing gang. What so funny about carrying cup noodles! If see cup noodles then they laugh why nvr laugh at themselves carrying those silly looking carry-for-fun, buy-and-throw-away umbrellas? Lawl. Later they said me, Joshua and Steve looked alike and laughed even more happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was boring ytd. Captain’s ball is not a good game, The purpose is just to make you run here and there to train your stamina. Thursday PE is my non slacking pe session which means I expend more energy on Thursdays. Captain’s ball again! Waste energy lor. Only 2 strategies exist, long ball to tall people and short quick rapid passes. It’s a kind of keep possession game and once you lose the ball, its counterattack and you rarely get the ball back. You cant tackle, so most if the time, you only get the ball back from a misplaced pass. The last game, I was just knocking off the long balls for Harry Kewell to shoot. And the girls tired us out by using those kind of short passing “possession is the best defence” strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tie Pau's shoelace and she so cute can, thought I was undoing it instead and spun around happily like a frightened rabbit, squealing abbrchigeratta and psshgrrrterdgrrterd. Haha. I don’t disturb you all the time mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wenghao kicked me ytd! rahh, those scandalous dps of his. haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The mixed rice stall didnt open/ Suspended cos or mouldy chicken and pesticide veggies? not my fault! I nvr complained or anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lynn and I were discussing if we should buy pandan cakes for birthdays after eceiving Shaun's claim of 61 bucks. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;We got Torres. Rahhhw!&lt;br /&gt;Deathly Hallows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to those having A lvl orals. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder-I need to link Alvin, Brands and Drunk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just realised-The background music to life is like a boat is fantastic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-3894924781035268961?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3894924781035268961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=3894924781035268961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3894924781035268961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3894924781035268961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-new-bag-soon-before-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-2126319682614423825</id><published>2007-07-03T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T00:03:48.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;why? oh, I get it now. scolds myself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Learn to not expect the same return, just do it out of joy and of duty! And you should not worry nor fear the dark, for these cloud your mind and feed your anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thank you for telling me. Yup :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Even if I go throught the deepest darkness, I will not be afraid, Lord, for you are with me. You are there with your crook and your staff, with these you give me comfort."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Psalms 23:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the floor's slippery! why so much powder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the weather was burning. bballed for a while but got burnt. oww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;kena gang today. anyhow apply cream on me, lucky I didnt stink for long. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;test result back. go ppl! chiong for the promos.. I will kick maths!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;OCIP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;no time le, g2g..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-2126319682614423825?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2126319682614423825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=2126319682614423825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2126319682614423825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2126319682614423825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-oh-i-get-it-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-794395629658294466</id><published>2007-07-03T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T05:54:01.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I am damn frustrated today and Andotdot seemed like the person I felt like msging at that moment. And thanks Andotdot…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I was boiling, and I know I shouldn’t if I was following the code. Yet it’s so hard sometimes, to try not to be angry and be patient. I have grown more tolerant but after all, I’m still human and I worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sorry people if I get in a snap back mode these few days, I can’t be happy all the time. Its ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;There were lots of nice stuff to blog abt but I’m not in the mood to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So heres smthing reflective. GP essay question. For practice and to think about the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No Xbox or PS? No life.” Consider the meaning of life in the light of this comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I am here to attack the comment and definitely not any of you players. See why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother and a kid were walking into a shop one day and the kid pointed to a game console saying: “Mum, get me a life.” The mother laughed until she fainted. It was funny to an extent but to think about it seriously, is life all about such things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite obviously, life in this context refers not to life in terms of survival and basic needs. This life refers to the time we spend for recreation, relaxation, socializing etc. and fundamentally, doing the things that take us away from the monotony of work, study and boredom. Life in my short essay does not cover life in terms of living a meaningful life. Although it is the most important aspect, it is a different thing I’m arguing about so, yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we say that without an Xbox or a PS or whatever name you give it, we have no life, you are making an assertion that Xbox is life, games is life. Gosh, if that was true for me, I would have locked my console in a few combination safes every night and if there was a fire, the safe would be one of the things I would take away with. Why put all your eggs in one basket? I prefer to have a variety of activities making up my life. I don’t want to let one thing control me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us, fortunately, have a life filled with stuff other than gaming. In addition to gaming, I have lots of other stuff to do. There is too much to do in life. Life is too precious to be dominated by any single activity. I don’t own an Xbox and I don’t see a need for it because my life is made up of so many things. My parents never supported such stuff and I am not affected by it. How privileged am I, to be able to have ears to listen to music, to have friends and family I love, to have a social life outside, to be able to read the books I like, catch movies, try out my PC games from time to time, play sport, to have the freedom to jalan about, try the things I have never tried before, talk to animals and even doing silly things like burning kiwi to pass time and attacking and clowning around with my mates. Oh, and personal quiet time and rest! And the list goes on. If I should say “no life?” what about those people really deprived of life. I am a perfectly normal 16 year old, thank you. Give me time for gaming and I’ll go yay! But take it away? Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huifen looks like Shi Jiayi? Looking forward to this Friday and OOTP =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-794395629658294466?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/794395629658294466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=794395629658294466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/794395629658294466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/794395629658294466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-damn-frustrated-today-and-andotdot.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-3161976652307453445</id><published>2007-06-29T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:23:10.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wahh...first thing is the most impt, this is to disturb the andotdot that blackmailed me! rahhw rahhw. ytd we were discussing baby talk. There were 2 theories.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andotdot theory of codons-Every word uttered when translated to a baby word becomes two baby words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raphael-For a string of baby words, only the last word makes sense. Everything before that is a result of the baby being confused as it is searching its vocabulary bank.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lame right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh me, my daughter Waiwai and Brands jalan jalan about Taka after Sakae. Brands was bored so we followed him about to anyhow walk. haha. Daughter borrowed books so quick. I had to return to the library after that to search for nice books. ahh, a short break to do some recreational reading.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every Sakae trip for twelfies is a must do a lot of rubbish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yk switched on the hot water tap and burnt Billy(a bit only)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me Alvin KokTing and YK tried to do physical stetching after eating. haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vinnie sit like dont know what like that and malu herself. damn what lor. Luckily I failed to see anything. We shared a chair, back to back. the chair back was made up of one cushion =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alvin ties up his cat. arrhh. what do you think the cat was thinking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yk and Alvin spoiling our appetite as usual. Verbally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only me and Brandon had our ties on. Yay..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pau didnt talk much but when she did, my ears had to strain to adjust to the near 20000Hz frequency. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I figured out that if you put a hand on the conveyor belt when it was nearly full to block a section,the food plates will gradually accumulate and topple off at the bends. interesting right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to run. I nvr run this week, I nvr go track. oh no.. even Pau went to run.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(or played dota in the end?) Next time if I own a rabbit, I will name any female rabbit Aipeng =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CTs gone case so sad! Periculum! I stamped on my maths paper. literally. rahhw! hate you so. See my nick? Watch out man, GP Bio, Chem and Maths, dont think you so smart, you'll be knocked down one day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reds ready for nxt season? So nice to see many players extending new contacts..I would like this line up to make Chelsea again. make them. make! haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reina Riise Carragher Agger Finnan Pennant Gerrard Alonso Kewell Crouch Kuyt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whack whack =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bring in Torres and Morten Gamst Pedersen? I say Pedersen cos he rocks in my game.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Signs off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-3161976652307453445?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3161976652307453445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=3161976652307453445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3161976652307453445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3161976652307453445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/06/wahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-554022110570720405</id><published>2007-06-27T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:24:11.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My daughter says the papers are raaaahhww rahhhww(baby language) I think it means (badbad!) I agree. Chongping and me were discussing about chem and we agreed that the teachers nvr did a trial run themselves, just grouped all the difficult qns tgt and throw it out. A test should have a mixture of intermediate basic and challenging. And this test was 25/30 qns challenging. Poor mixture of questions. Poor Vinnie almost wahhhhed after chem.... =X b4 paper was crapping time and we crap to relax. hmm, the bball court was empty the past 2 days so I was soloing there in the morning, even b4 chem paper. physical activity helps smtimes. and played solo soccer at the field too. Quite happy with my shooting =) its almost in form. read the news ytd, realised I live so close to a former burial ground, they found a coffin there. surprise. hmm ytd had to pia of to a funeral, I prayed and got a taxi if nt cfm late de,and so zun, a taxi was leaving the lot as I was running halfway. haha. sakae this friday. yay.However stupid econs and biospa nxt week (rahhwwr rahhwr!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and ytd come a stupid useless bug came and disturb me, so I flick it and it landed on another guy. lucky he nvr notice.haha then after then exam I saw the stupid useless bug crawling about the floor. arr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;short post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-554022110570720405?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/554022110570720405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=554022110570720405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/554022110570720405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/554022110570720405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-daughter-says-papers-are-raaaahhww.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-2225569349051666316</id><published>2007-06-22T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:52:16.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuNLziGnWI/AAAAAAAAABU/bksrIFfLNAc/s1600-h/P1100526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078808238741691746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuNLziGnWI/AAAAAAAAABU/bksrIFfLNAc/s320/P1100526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A random post. hmm! the early s12 days. YK, what are you doing! Pau, you look like a bird with 2 claws per hand. oh, click the pics to make them clearer. they're a bit blurded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuL0TiGnVI/AAAAAAAAABM/m0TNRc99x3M/s1600-h/DSCF0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078806735503138130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuL0TiGnVI/AAAAAAAAABM/m0TNRc99x3M/s320/DSCF0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sm pics frm Aus.. Rendy Sim! you kekiri pusing for what! semula!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuLTDiGnUI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ja7SLFGKObw/s1600-h/DSCF0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078806164272487746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuLTDiGnUI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ja7SLFGKObw/s320/DSCF0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuKnziGnTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QyJF7xL1CzU/s1600-h/DSCF0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dad and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuJijiGnSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8umMKBy81_c/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078804231537204514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuJijiGnSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8umMKBy81_c/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BBQ with family friends at their sydney home. nice stuff. yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuI6jiGnRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lgpk5Rnp52s/s1600-h/DSCF0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078803544342437138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuI6jiGnRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lgpk5Rnp52s/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This is my sydney trip last yr. at sm market and my sis is trying to be funny. I saw this photo and laughed till I fell down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuIAziGnQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XH0rGvcQq24/s1600-h/P2180257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078802552204991746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuIAziGnQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XH0rGvcQq24/s320/P2180257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello there.. My campcraft team- me and the sec 3 gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuG5ziGnPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/o0Gojh-wZU0/s1600-h/P4230397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078801332434279666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuG5ziGnPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/o0Gojh-wZU0/s320/P4230397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NPDP 05- My squad gangsters and sm of our seniors =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuGNTiGnOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ss7HMUlh-io/s1600-h/DSC00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078800567930100962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuGNTiGnOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ss7HMUlh-io/s320/DSC00006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; D06 gangsters- Ppl I have nt seen for a long time. haha. except "best camper" for ATC 2007(lol) KaiXun, Jas and KianYong. haha. rahhw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No time for a word post. This is just random pic post.. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will be back soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slam PW slam common test. You love mugging, Jas? go and find out your name again. haha =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;come lets go back to enjoy mugging, hmm? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-2225569349051666316?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2225569349051666316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=2225569349051666316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2225569349051666316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2225569349051666316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnuNLziGnWI/AAAAAAAAABU/bksrIFfLNAc/s72-c/P1100526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-2093912030525178863</id><published>2007-06-16T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:52:16.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnQpLjiGnNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iFGVSS-M7lQ/s1600-h/4_legged_chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076727958446972114" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" height="299" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnQpLjiGnNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iFGVSS-M7lQ/s320/4_legged_chicken.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the twelfie gang. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its 230am and taking a break from chem. yawn, blast PW, blast common test &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;makes a Jasmine's LMSC(Long mouthed silly creature) -______________-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back frm ubin and ATC, quite fun and I sorta miss the cadets. yup, but will blog that another day. cheers, my CI mates =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track camp was fun heh. The icebreaker games play damn stress. the water bomb game and the treasure hunt nt bad. Trg was tough, gg 3 days in a row, arrh, feel the lactic burning yr bones. We made wire men, and Owen was doing stupid things as usual, making obscene wire men. Vice captain Deborah reminded us not to collect any of his. all laughing away. made a pull up one to remind pau to jia you on it, but it looks like a swing to her, cos she anyhow swing her pullups of course =) we slept on tables, but I chose the floor! more space to roll, and Nel was making a lot of noise abt me studying. last day CIP, 4 of us do the stupid pole vault thing, then kena sunburn and dehydrated until dizzy. lucky it rained. wow, thank God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lately, stress is making me do funny things and I keep asking ppl to see their rxn. The question is "What is your name?" First I will mention their name b4 asking so its sounds super idiotic and comical. And I got a big variety of answers. hee, evidence of different ways ppl interpret an idiotic question. some just laughed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahh, seoul gardening was fun, thanks twelfies, you made our day brighter! play zzmm and I zonged the ginger pepper tomato. Mr Foo made a lot of dumb comments on the food and got what he deserved. rahh! eating can be so fun. yup. oh, I got protein overload eating so much kinds of meat that day, time to use that to my advantage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnQpLjiGnNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iFGVSS-M7lQ/s1600-h/4_legged_chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revamped my profile. go see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back to mugging. cant wait for it to be over. I want my life. arrr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-2093912030525178863?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2093912030525178863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=2093912030525178863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2093912030525178863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2093912030525178863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-twelfie-gang.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-69bQJYbtCw/RnQpLjiGnNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iFGVSS-M7lQ/s72-c/4_legged_chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-1702227633542076817</id><published>2007-06-01T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T00:52:41.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just a quick hit and run update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Owen almost killed me with a tennis ball ytd, the tennis ball freak! He already killed Nelson. spine crunching direct hit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hols is packed, mug as much as u can, what fun, then squash in sm time for leisure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dinner with family was great ytd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4b "seminar" online, foolish gang fights the rest. Shut up lah Edwin Zhang =) decency is a good trait, dont laugh at them. EWZ is the media, but his spies and moles are all hallucinations. and we all target Wesley. rahh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twelfies gg for makan soon! and planning a zoo trip in July. ANy of u in favour of twelfie shirt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Potter bk7 coming soon =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its happening everynight =/ makes my rest time seem shorter. sigh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jazzy's msgs are always so amusing- " I will give him 2 tight slaps.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks smiley for the chocs, they're nice. Pau, just hope I leave sm for u =) jk lah =O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;random entry-I don't drink gassy drinks unless I'm real thirsty or I have no other alternatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins-but in the heart of its strength lies weakness,one lone candle is enough to hold it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Love is more than a candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Love can ignite the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Matthew Stover-Star Wars episode III-Revenge of the Sith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;someone said this to me. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You know you look very quiet leh. Bt hor, inside you are&lt;em&gt; CRAZY&lt;/em&gt;! As &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt; as Melvin Lee u know!&lt;br /&gt;Deborah made a similar remark, but not the crazy part. It was like; He has the quiet look, but inside a lot to talk one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hops about the cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sign off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19165871-1702227633542076817?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1702227633542076817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=1702227633542076817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1702227633542076817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1702227633542076817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-quick-hit-and-run-update-owen.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-2032475785782274292</id><published>2007-05-26T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T05:09:07.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went to Ubin to recee today! and we biked around the island. rahh. and so many accidents there. Jasmine fell into a muddy ditch after losing control down the hill. poor thing. then Melvin the bike spoil. and got someone break the handlebar into 2. laughs loudly. Then the gang of senior CIs all keep doing funny things. was quite tiring, considering the terrain. mud, rock, hill. considered maybe asking twelfies out here for fishing and biking bt thinking twice, dont come here then end up in hospital for broken bones. the hills were real cool though. the coming down part was real roller coaster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you stop sure fly, and if you're on double seater then will flip 360n degress where n represents the many number of revolutions before the bike langgar. like in Mr Foo's game. finish so much later than expected. orh nxt time go there, go eat the coconuts ppl, real nice..but do some work first. such things taste best when you're half dead from dehydration. all eat at the hawker centre then took bus home with Jas and Cher. slept for one hour. the back of the bus, I learnt was the worst place to sleep. I bang my head once, so loud that Jas laughed. saw Wb, he laughed and me and I laughed at him. poor chap, so bored and getting bored under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hah, my sis is off to brownies camp. rahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SA girls soccer, well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;track was no form, me, Nelson and Chester all falling down at the finishing line, hugging the floor! =O half dead =X bt funny, our seniors and the case of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;shampoo and bird toilet transaction =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another thing to mention is-Shaun's bday ytd. thats the society's preseident. yup, our beloved leader! nvr seems to get tired. and a commitment that few and very few can match. so well done to him, for having done so much for the society. and ytd celebrated his bday and the small kids all go mad one, throw all the plastic balls here and there, and we were all busy protecting our heads form those lethal projectiles. one gang leader do, all start doing! siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;random-didnt know lyrics to an jing was so tragic, thought he melody is nt bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;listening to piano to calm myslef these few days, my stuff is all messed up, disorganisation is taking over sigh.I'm going to try real hard and stamp all this instability out. It's a great challenge He has given me, the hardest in my life. Yes brands, its all about what you can give, but I expect too much of myself, I dont know whether what I give is enough, but what u said made sense too..&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank the lads for all their support and care. Really. Vinnie, Brands essense, City bun, Mr Foo and the rest. Maybe they dont know but their words of motivation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;really spur me on. Honestly, thanks guys. almost didnt want to go back to teach the cadets that day I admit, but decided that it wasnt fair to them. After all, they are my beloved cadets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;musings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) dandy mice is cute to draw. dandy mouse looks sad smtimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2)was discussing this theory I came up with with Citybun- the creation of a good creates an evil and vice versa. For example, simply if say one created joy, its a good thing but u give a chance for joy to be absent and deprived, which is bad. Conversely, if injustice was created, a bad thing but it gives a chance for justice to be enforced and respected, which is good. makes sense, hmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-2032475785782274292?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2032475785782274292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=2032475785782274292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2032475785782274292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2032475785782274292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/05/went-to-ubin-to-recee-today-and-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-3947714410218230830</id><published>2007-05-24T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T00:58:03.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;pity my sis. evryday kena shouted. and she gets on my nerves when she shows that slack attitude towards work and it makes hers and my day even worse when my parents start to shout at her. really shakes me up, no peace at all.sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;today watched SA and VJ match. offside goal awarded. thats boring..drama club should replay the goal. arr =O pool lost. oh man. when u dont take chances. audio commentary so stress. rahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;mixed was rubbish today. Dandy mouse was laughing and gasping at it. and Alvin didnt want to touch it. The chicken was full of green algae. The vegetable tasted like drain water and the smell was so reminiscent of the gas used in fumigation exercises and the rice was tasteless and weird. To add on, my appetite has been on and off these 2 days, and eating disgusting food is real impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;randomness.. dont feel like blogging much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;whole PW talk nonsense abt olives today. damn funny. then Mdm Leong nth to say. she like dotdotdot. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Had a terrible day today, was no better from yesterday. I was thinking if I was letting too many negative thoughts cloud my vision and allowing my frustration to direct my despair. Feel so demoralised, dont know why this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;talked to Vinnie, she seems to be the one I could confide such probs with. thks so much Vinnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;dilemna-its not about how much and how long I have to go through but how much the other has to. lost all direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;thks guys for yr concern. yup. real moved ehh. wont want to let you all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;heard this motivational verse just now and somehow it really stirred something in me. and my motivation burned fiercely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Come holy spirit, I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Come sweet spirit, I pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Come with thy strength and thy power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Come in thy own gentle way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-3947714410218230830?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3947714410218230830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=3947714410218230830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3947714410218230830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3947714410218230830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/05/pity-my-sis.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-8024569382306203688</id><published>2007-05-22T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:02:11.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Courage to hold tight&lt;br /&gt;We're going over a real steep hum/p on the road&lt;br /&gt;Keep yr steering wheel and seat&lt;br /&gt;But dont lose your exhaust pipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about it and doubting myself and I know I shouldnt, but I cant help thinking of the terrible what-ifs and the devasting effects if failure results. maybe I just had a bad day, and the pessimism results from it. I care a lot but I cant do it alone. what will happen to you? it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrid cramp ytd. Ran too much without proper warm up, and I fell and pulled a bit of my neck. ouch. thanks to Kaka for accompanying me home as well as all the twelfie gang members for their concern! though our lack of experience was apparent in street, with tight and extremely quick physical play, twelfies was our number 6 man =) and Vinnie made Billy run with disregard for his own safety. haha. did manage to put in one with a half volley bt we lost all. hey but that aside, you guys played great and credit for the hard work ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nt fair, no champs league broadcast this yr =( bow tuck wanted me to stay at his house and watch tgt but his parents wont allow him. haha, oh well, I shall do without, as I do without with quite a number of things. rahh =O (this reminds me of my beloved baby daughter, I learn from her, winks at waiwai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great laughing session at pasta ytd, cause quite a commotion =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yk and Alvin talking nonsense during bio lect as usual with their vivid imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally eat lots to top up my nutrients bt no appetite today. vinnie the same with u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;its a special something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;something setbacks can never destroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;no nonsense&lt;br /&gt;much to learn we have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Miss Ng thinks I am a raffia string: For example, Joshua and Raffia.. (smiles to myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-8024569382306203688?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8024569382306203688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=8024569382306203688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8024569382306203688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8024569382306203688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/05/courage-to-hold-tight-were-going-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-8660940058140994150</id><published>2007-05-19T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T06:45:32.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to see my old squadmates again.. =)&lt;br /&gt;POP concert was a disappoinment ytd bt that aside, hope to see more importantly that the new sec 3s in office will click and really work together and maximise their potential. There has been sm worrying signs about the slack attitude of the junior cadets and all that has got to change. Just briefed Clement online, now its up to them to carry on the task. Me and ADT can only do that much due to other commitments, but I have a vision before I pass out and that is to really stamp out the slack attitude and instill in them values and friendships that they will carry with them even when they leave the corps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Harold...that it is hard to click with them. and though there is interaction, it is not the kind we had in S12, where cliques never lasted and bonds really existed. It is not the differences that form cliques, rather, it is the inability of certain differences to exist in harmony. Harold, we'll just learn to adapt I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people get it easy. Others sacrifice a lot for it. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more hols, I'm so busy, tied down by so many things. Especially PW, which is a waste of our life, and an additional distraction from our studies. Aarrgh. rahh =O&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard not to doze off during lects, yawn, I rarely get the ideal number of rest hours, so does everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;PE is getting boring, Captain's ball every week and playing with a wide range of opponents, from the bored to the violent. Cant help smiling when Pau plays. ball phobia. haha. She's a stick canary.&lt;br /&gt;halfway thru a great book now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh..endure&lt;br /&gt;draws a dandy mouse on my notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the media&lt;br /&gt;super slow with bleach, no hurry&lt;br /&gt;pls broadcast! CL final in Athens 23rd May. thats so exciting. (yes I get excited over some things. Pau gets excited over everything. as she approaches excitement, her squeal apporaches the frequency of a mosquito ringtone. Hence, she is a convergent series. =) )&lt;br /&gt;keep quiet Man Utd and Milan. who cares about mind games, u make the reds more determined. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-8660940058140994150?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8660940058140994150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=8660940058140994150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8660940058140994150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8660940058140994150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/05/thoughts-got-to-see-my-old-squadmates.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-3179408335383693798</id><published>2007-05-09T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T04:44:13.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twelfies went out on sat! spidey 3 was cool ehh, ending was predictable. nonetheless was a great movie and what made it nice was the "predicted" ending abt green gangster and spider nerd and the darker theme compared to 1 and 2. Mr Foo and Alvin making a fool in public as usual and making us go haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crappy gangsterism =X I sprained by fingers real badly. Doc says must wrap up 2 more days. So I've decided to clench my hands and punch any high balls in the future instead of flapping at it. Ouch! and had to do chem SPA with a bandaged finger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smiley has enrolled 6 of us for the street soccer comp. haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today, me and Brandon being accomplices to disturb Vinnie as usual, and talking abt why she takes longer than Billy to get out of the janitor's closet even when she's hitting us with her clothes and claiming they smell heavenly. Brands was saying that he intepreted it as-smell alr go to heaven. I was loling really loud today. But Vinnie's cheered up alr frm ytd. which is good. no one likes to see dbs go =(((&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PW and Bio spa robs us of our life. this is a protest!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wanting to find time to read and watch sm vcds I havent watched. yup. bt I'm just too busy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life's pace is really zoooooommmmm...! right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g2g makan&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of the SAS yong tau foo stall. really nice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;has this long intellectual philosophical talk with the manager. was agreed it was time to leave and migrate. thks for everyhtin tho. I learnt a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-3179408335383693798?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3179408335383693798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=3179408335383693798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3179408335383693798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/3179408335383693798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/05/twelfies-went-out-on-sat-spidey-3-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-1556708260853959060</id><published>2007-04-24T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T08:30:25.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just bathed and freshed. yawns. and the soap makes me smell like a pot of herbs. gangsterism.gg BMTC tmrw to P. Tekong. Rather excited ahead of the trip. College drama is on Friday which means her sqeualhead Pau wont be in sch for 3 days. so I wont be able to disturb her and play with her hair. laughs. and it also means my good friend Harold Kewell Teoh will be absent too.&lt;br /&gt;just a few updates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today-went to SAS to eats the food. was nice. but Vinnie Alvin and Mr Foo all go mad and assaulted me =X Vinnie all yr fault, nvr watch yr hands one. haha. and saw this phrase on the suggestion board which made me laugh for at least 1 minute-pls shoot the birds in the canteen (add a ridiculous bird drawing with a head way too big for its body) yep. bird and cat population in Potong pasir is very high and the birds enjoy kopping our food. 2.4 km run today! and rather lethargic bt just managed to concentrate and get a B. yays I say and jumps up more than a bit. thks to Brands who paced me for 5 rounds. and Kewell, can try again, jia yous! then played capain's ball with Pau screaming and dodging as usual. highly reminiscent of the s12 games sessions. laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday-went to sentosa. and only 6 ppl turned up. Billy and Vinnie causing my fuses and wires to melt and burn my insides as usual. Lucky smiley was there to share my voltage. went for the skyrider and luge thingy and unwound at the beach, after that hectic last wkend. and ate ice cream at vivo after that, cos it rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday-NP day parade! caught up with many D06 Charlie ppl =) me and Andrew runners for Paul and Zaki sir. boring job, take and issue keys. laughs. and we went to see the GOH marists. yups. gang. and ran into Fiona and couldnt recognize her. malued =) wave at me and I just replied with a confuseded expression. laughs. till she said she was frm cedar and I jumped 25m vertically frm the realisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday-SA sports day. 10x200m was fun. dashed like a gang leader. and was saboed to telematch with Harold. bt at least we get a trophy for doing stupid things like spinning around a stick. crap. I saw the world warp and spin in my mind. horrible feeling. musical chairs was funny, and so was me and Brands fighting with Vinnie and Steph and Pau with yellow paint. now my pe shirt has a nice pattern. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;decided the best option was to leave and start again elsewhere. thats all I can say for now. sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a heavy cross but a new hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jumps up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kayyy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-1556708260853959060?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1556708260853959060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=1556708260853959060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1556708260853959060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/1556708260853959060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-bathed-and-freshed.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-7858146025047450716</id><published>2007-04-14T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T06:45:01.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today went to HQ to help. and was with the medics! got to catch up with Kai Xun, Hui Qun, Cheryl, Saifuddin and Jacquelyn =) job was super sian bt also super busy and got a lot of business cos of the high temperature. and ppl keep almost pengsanging and we had to keep running out to help. and me and Kai Xun and friends had to stretcher ppl to the academy clinic too many times. and we did it 4 times. highly exhausting and hand breaking job. zzz =X esp trying to keep the casualty on the stretcher while adjusting ourselves due to height diff. where's squealy pau? this is her job lah. anw Cheryl and me hitched the area bus hm with KX and HQ. and we zzzzz all the way back to Yuying. laughs. though the air con was nt working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn hectic wkend. pia this and that. if only this weekend had 3 days! taking a break now. yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today is mother's bday!&lt;br /&gt;The Released &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;ty Vinnie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-7858146025047450716?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7858146025047450716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=7858146025047450716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/7858146025047450716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/7858146025047450716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-went-to-hq-to-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-7803361850138801955</id><published>2007-03-31T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T03:21:42.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Life is like a Boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rie Fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nobody knows who I really am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I never felt this empty before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And if I ever need someone to come along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Who’s gonna comfort me, and keep me strong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;We are all rowing the boat of fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The waves keep on coming and we can’t escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;But if we ever get lost on our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The waves would guide you through another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;dooku de iki o shiteru toomei ni natta mitai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;kudayami ni omoe dakedo mekaku shisarete tadake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;inori o sasagete atarashii hi o matsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;asayaka ni hikaru umi sono hate made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nobody knows who I really am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Maybe they just don’t give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;But if I ever need someone to come along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I know you would follow me, and keep me strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;hito no kokoro wa utsuriyuku mukedashiteku naru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;tsuki wa mada atarashii shuuki de mune o tsureteku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And every time I see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The ocean heaves up to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;You make me wanna strain at the oars, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;and soon I can see the shore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh, I can see the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;When will I see the shore? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want you to know who I really am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I never thought I’d feel this way towards you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And if you ever need someone to come along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I will follow you, and keep you strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;tabi wa mada tsuzuiteku odayakana hi mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;tsuki wa mata atarashii shuuki de ume o terashidasu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;inori o sasagete atarashii hi o matsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;asayaka ni hikaru umi sono hate made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And every time I see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The ocean heaves up to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;You make me wanna strain at the oars, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;and soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I can see the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Unmei no huneoko gi nami wa tsugi kara tsuki e to watashi-tachi o sou kedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sore mo suteki na tabi ne, dore mo suteki na tabi ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;cheerup Billys Yk and Mr Foo! Mr Foo was behaving so weirdly yesterday. over crapping arr..anw Steffeong trying to hit her target of 88 on Pauline's face. haha! lecture was funny. wonder wors..glucose water and bananas are my lifelines on track days =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Raphael Lafieldo Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fire proof matchsticks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-7803361850138801955?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7803361850138801955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=7803361850138801955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/7803361850138801955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/7803361850138801955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-is-like-boat-rie-fu-nobody-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-4481557550549601115</id><published>2007-03-19T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T03:51:56.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very random and short post-halfway thru the rule of four. yeps. nice book!watched my 1st full NC-16 movie. lols. black hawk down. violent but touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to MS with Andrew and Tdubdewbee. marked the 2nd class drill test and taught the sec 3s. feels like an NCO again. har har har.. =) anw this yr sec 3s received 6 1st class badges. has its value dropped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday church, got quite annoyed. the servers wont listen and its esp irritating when yr from a backgrd of discipline. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, I tricked 5 ppl today with that MRT trick. laughs. and Pauline taught us another super lame one. timetables crapped up today. disciplne talk is a waste of time and utterly jetjetjet. boring lecture wk. couldnt slp last night cos of sm alarm clock that rang frm 1130-4am outside my window =X but I wonder why I'm so energetic today. I like that feeling can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was caught in the rain. the forgetful side of me. ar. anw. btw. found Kenny today! caught up with him. talked a lot of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, wounded me is healing now. my mother helped bandage me up. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Thank God! It was a miracle that 8 of us (Me, Paulinical, Stefficated mutt, TienWei and the M'sian gang consisting Harold Stevie Esther and Lynn got into same class!) Unbelievable at first. Overwhelmed with relief and stunned! bt let us nt forget that many others kena thrown elsewhere. esp pity Brandon! and Mr Foo, landing in a class where he is stifled and suffocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S12 is dead but the spirit lives on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy but sad. contradictory? yes. Stefficated mutt described it as bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final salute.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Raphael Lafieldo Ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyasumi-nasai!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-4481557550549601115?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4481557550549601115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=4481557550549601115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4481557550549601115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4481557550549601115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/03/very-random-and-short-post-halfway-thru.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-2155774340565118592</id><published>2007-03-15T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:24:17.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I was lying down by the beach star gazing yesterday night. Pauline taught us how to identify north by the stars! Hmm, I don’t know why, but had this hard to describe feeling. Was it sadness? Nostalgia? The feeling you get when you know something is going away very soon and the feeling you get when memories start coming back. Whats that?&lt;br /&gt;Anw we had lots of fun ytd, was at ECP ;) b4 that me and Mr Foo were returning a trolley at central and we treating it so roughly we were afraid the thing will get damaged and the 1 dollar wont come out. Lorrl. Took bus to ECP bt it wasn’t our day to cycle! I fell off my bike when the thing went over the hump. The damned chain fell out and I was floored painfully with the bike on top of my legs. Crap.Crap. zzzt. Cut and torn in a few places bt could carry on. Things didn’t get better though. Kaka’s bike tyres exploded and I accompanied him back to change the bike. It was so loud. And his specs fell off. Me and Mr Foo were looking around for a man with an air gun when we heard the sound. Lorrl! When we got back, Steph Cheong langgar into sm kid and got a bleeding toe. Things didn’t get better arr, went back frm Bedok Jetty, then Steffi braked too suddenly to avoid a jaywalker. Billy was too close, so his bike caught hers and both crashed. Gosh. Both were bloody. Then went to toilet to wash. Happen to be that this man had lots of plasters and alcoholic swabs with him. And this lady poured the yellow color funny liquid on us. And it hurt. Shouts loudly. Arr arr arrr.. funny thing was all the injuries happened at our side and not the side with 2 medics. Lorrl. Anw thks to Vinnie. Helped us a lot. Btw I saw Melvins and friend! Went to our bbq pit and guys played soccer barefooted. Hahas. Later we walked across the water to play at the rock and throw rocks into sea! We left a packet of snacks behind. Mr Foo swayded, got cramps and Alvin was servicing his leg. I supposed it must hurt cos everytime Alvin stretched the leg, Mr Foo screamed the f word damn loud. And Wai Sum heard all these at the shore was traumatized. Lorrl. We dunked BS. Then when I came back I realized that I got a cut under my foot and went for servicing. It was crap. Pauline the medic was nagging at me to stop moving abt. Haha. BBQ-ed quite a bit and it was hot lor. Felt the power of burning charcoal! And Mr Foo was making disgusting comments throughout the whole bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hols are good so far..just a bit busy here and there. Being propaganda-ed to watch bleach by Steffi. Have been doing NP work too. Found a new preoccupation called folding paper aeroplanes and brainteasers! I love them and I hate them too. Lorl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs off&lt;br /&gt;Raphael Lafieldo Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-2155774340565118592?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2155774340565118592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=2155774340565118592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2155774340565118592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2155774340565118592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-lying-down-by-beach-star-gazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-8153504379882859752</id><published>2007-03-08T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T06:04:15.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A shorty little posty for all the ppls to reads =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Earthquake! last wk our sch evacuate. 1st tremor the guys playing soccer with the tennis ball. 2nd tremor, I missed it! my experience of a lifetime ar. bt anw it was a sad case of natural disaster again. zzz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orientation=prison. mass dance=time to act dead and act participate when the councillors come. bonding time=all the anti establishment gather and sm have to hide under tables =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our anti programme is so thrilling. yups =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okayy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g2g&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raphaelo Lafield Ng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-8153504379882859752?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8153504379882859752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=8153504379882859752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8153504379882859752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/8153504379882859752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/03/shorty-little-posty-for-all-ppls-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-4837124805710514480</id><published>2007-03-05T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T03:37:08.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;An emo time calls for emo and meaningful songs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Rose&lt;br /&gt;Amanda McBroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Some say love it is a river&lt;br /&gt;That drowns the tender reed.&lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a razor&lt;br /&gt;That leaves your soul to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a hunger&lt;br /&gt;An endless, aching need&lt;br /&gt;I say love it is a flower,&lt;br /&gt;And you it's only seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the heart afraid of breaking&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to dance&lt;br /&gt;It's the dream afraid of waking&lt;br /&gt;That never takes the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the one who won't be taken,&lt;br /&gt;Who cannot seem to give&lt;br /&gt;And the soul afraid of dying&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night has been too lonely&lt;br /&gt;And the road has been too long.&lt;br /&gt;And you think that love is only&lt;br /&gt;For the lucky and the strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember in the winter&lt;br /&gt;Far beneath the bitter snow&lt;br /&gt;Lies the seed that with the sun's love,&lt;br /&gt;In the spring, becomes the rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye S12, our days will end soon. I know it’s not fair, but its reality, we must let go and move on. When we first met, goodbye was the last thing on our mind, but now the days of S12 are going like the wind. Days are gone, but memories of the times we had will be with us. 24 shooting stars! One last hurrah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Raphaelo Lafield Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-4837124805710514480?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4837124805710514480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=4837124805710514480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4837124805710514480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4837124805710514480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/03/emo-time-calls-for-emo-and-meaningful.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-2570862090204172624</id><published>2007-02-23T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T05:49:32.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything in its time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Corrine May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes i wonder what lies ahead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long til my hunger is fed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say it's hard to make it in this part of town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so many people on this merry-go-round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some folks try astrology&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some turn to crystal ballsTo find an answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To get through it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just fall on my knees &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i try to pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the silence i can hear Him say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The river runs and the river hides&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out to the ocean and under the skyI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;promise you, the answer will come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on to patience and watch for the sign&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything in its time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I often feel like that i'm two steps behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody must have moved that finish line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are a thousand reasonswhy i should give up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i'm stubborn in the things i believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The river runs and the river hides&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out to the ocean and under the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise you, the answer will come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on to the patience and watch for the sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everthing in its time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause maybe there's another plan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One i still cant see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little surprise, like your love in your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Funny how time changes how we see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The river runs and the river hides&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out to the ocean and under the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise you, the answer will come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on to the patience and watch for the sign&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything in its time...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;emoticon ytd =/ was talking to Esterification. and was thinking, whats growing up? Will it be a time to see the real world, a time to learn to take losses, a time to choose our destinies, a time for knowledge? does one grow up from losing what we fear to lose most? hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;thinks =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;----------------------------------Journal Entry----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I made a real big decision today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;heyy, for those that missed the wasparagugu greeting, happy CNY! okayys, these few days been doing quite a bit of visiting. and my baby cousin is nice. he throw ppl's oranges and smash things and play the telephone and spin and jump. hyperactive =) reminds me of Vinnie. then in grandmother's hse so damn crammed up with ppl on the second day. you move that means u must say sorry or excuse me alr becos u will surely langgarrr into smbody. 2nd day was CG time out..yups. and we went to ps to catch a movie. was an hour early so walked ard went to shoot sm nuts in the arcade with Smiley. met Tw the telephone, Hui Fen the Rabbit, Wai Sum the little girl (she looks so grown up that day), Chong Ping the Pings, Mister the Yongkuan, Billy the Gunner, Steph Cheong the Steph and Pauline the zao xia expert. So after much debate, we watched epic movie and regretted it. was complaining that it would have been a better choice to watch Protege. Epic was to a certain extent funny and lame, but it was also sick, crappy and utterly wasparagugu. after movie, all busy giving sarcastic comments and making noise. even Mr Foo was screaming in cold throughout the movie and Smiley was muttering curses for one hour. and when he came out, he told us he regretted persuading us to watch such crap, but he looked far frm regretful. later the marists, Wsum, Pauline and Steph went for subway dinner and played with the food while the rest went to shop for stuff at carrrrrrrrrrrrefourrrrrrrrr. and Smiley managed to buy some STUFFS. Pro lor. and took an MRT, met the rest went to Steph's hse to hang out. and we gambled with coins and cards and I gained 30 cents at the end and we made a lot of noise. StephLee was dressed as if she was gg to sm wedding dinner and Billy was wearing a funny poser shirt with out of place contraptions. hmm, finished le my father fetched me, Yk, Wsum, Mandy and Pings home. and I went hm to mug with Randy Gill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pool 2 Barca 1. yays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I need to clear my table. arrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Signing off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Raphaelo Lafield Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-2570862090204172624?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2570862090204172624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=2570862090204172624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2570862090204172624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/2570862090204172624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-i-wonder-what-lies-ahead-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-4121962183247037905</id><published>2007-02-16T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T03:14:51.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thank you God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;For my teachers and tutors for their persistence and guidance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;My parents for their moral support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;For the gift of perseverence&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;cos my hard work paid off, and was really stunned but happy with my l1r5! yups. Staying at SAJC confirmed. remaining a saint =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A short post today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt; went to ps with my class after CNY celebration, ate at pizza hut and Mr Foo was making all the M18 and R21 and cold jokes at one corner and throughout lunch, they were screaming with laughter. Damn funny. I think I talked too much today and ate real slow..haha. and afterwards we went to walk a few kilometres abt the place and me and Alvin became trolleys for Steph and Vinnie becos they anyhow give us their bags to carry. Yuan Zheng(Yon Cheng) and Chong Ping were also the survivors of the shopping hike. Billy and Mr Foo went with giraffe to queensway. walk and talk a lot, then go home. so tired! zzz.. esp cos I ran 20 rounds for track ytd. It was torture =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;didnt give anyone stuff for valentines day. oopss! bt thks ppl for the nice stuff and nice stuff. so to make up, I distributed sweets to all today. Coming frm a 10 yr education in an old-guys school, for most of us, valentines day never existed on our calendars, thus it was a pleasant surprise to get a present frm Steph at the MRT and frm the others later. BS very funny, he give everyone chocs and Mr Randy also. and sch was selling flowers and UFOs. went for NP afterward. Had this CNY celebration, which was more of a junk food potluck. Gt lots of junk food of all brands and 30 over bottles of junk drinks. arr. hope no one gt a sore throat. and I saved the sec 4s. haha. they owe me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;ytd we go and mix rice, potato, lemon tea, coffee, salad and chilli together and played a guessing numberrrrr game =)) and loser must eat up the food. I kena 2 times and the concoction tasted absolutely appetising. and all were laughing damn loudly and attracting attention to ourselves. then PE cancelled so the guys played soccer with the PE teachers. scored 2! yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Signing off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;The Guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-4121962183247037905?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4121962183247037905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=4121962183247037905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4121962183247037905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/4121962183247037905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/02/thank-you-god-for-my-teachers-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-117084892274638476</id><published>2007-02-07T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T03:48:43.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no emotion; there is peace. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no ignorance; there is knowledge. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no chaos; there is harmony. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no passion; there is serenity. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no death; there is the Force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The teachers are not making us feel better by constantly reminding us that this Friday is the day we know whether we will live or die. Even the principal asked us to take our last meal before the results. And worse still, I got this LAME chain mail frm QZX asking me to forward the msg to 9 ppl or fail the O levels. Its crap and it gets on my nerves. I am being very impatient already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do u call a prawn w/o legs? lame siaz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you call a prawn that just escapes death? heng siaz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do u call a prawn with legs? It's a normal prawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ytd was fun. Smiley got locked out of maths lecture cos he go and breathe fresh air outside and lost track of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chong Ping, whyjet, me and Smiley played with the tennis ball Billy found as soccer =) Esther confiscated it 2 times. laughs. no childhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, Kok Ting the zzt man, Billy, Yk, TW, Hf and Vinnie was at the SC playing carom. and Vinnie was screaming and making Vinnie type of sounds whenever she struck the seed. and we messed up Yk's brain game also. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Billy doesnt eat egg yolk, so I mashed it with cucumber and milo. and everyone screamed and laughed in disgust and threatened to whack me. I dont know why. I suppose I'll eat it if I was really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PE was fun. we played handball but instead of goalpost, we had to ht our opponent's keeper to win. My team thrashed the other one. So funny. Cos Waisum was a very difficult target to hit =) and we camped at the opposite end. Esther PE that time very "violent" de, although u see her during other times very demure and "I got no comments" kind. yup. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starting to like my class. Will miss these ppl if we're posted elsewhere..hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Foo sleep during lecture. He kena photograph like mad cos his sleeping style very the style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, I'm nt gg to join the mass pontengerism on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Signing off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Guard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-117084892274638476?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/117084892274638476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=117084892274638476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/117084892274638476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/117084892274638476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/02/there-is-no-emotion-there-is-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-117051857970966012</id><published>2007-02-03T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T08:02:59.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;CHEM TUTOR: DO NOT USE THE WATER BOTTLE TO FIGHT AT EACH OTHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;This hectic week owes me 8 hrs of sleep including 2 hrs of interest rate. Has been quite exhausting yep, that’s why haven’t been updating for quite a while. Really need a good rest =) can feel the lactic acid burning in my foot muscles. Fatigue!  Okayy, so here’s the week’s highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesay-Saints cross country at east coast! Took the mrt and bus with redox reaction bt got lost. Arr. Bt nt late, so that’s good. We kena bbq-ed in the sun after the cross country. Guys ran first, then everyone chiong like they go mad lor. Then saw smiley on the way cos he came late.  Got 123rd position bt 2nd in class =) laughs. That day no form lar,, so anyhow run lor. No motivation.. finish le, go eat lunch with half my class at parkway parade, then Mr Foo took so long to decide on the food. Then go MPH, bt I bankrupt so couldn’t get the necessary stuffs, yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night time-after NP went with Boon Siang the happy face, Chong Ping, Stephanie and Stephanie to national stadium at kallang to watch the match between S’pore and Thailand =) yay.  Was so crowded, then everyone did the kallang jaywalk and caused a massive kallang jam. Bt lucky I walked fast(as usual) and managed to rush in b4 the police officer shut the gates. Then gt lost looking for them. Good thing smiley and Chong Ping came to find me lor. Haha. The atmosphere was really the great!  Lots of ppl, nice weather and very noisy. The 2 Stephs go and paint their face anyhow and wear S’pore headbands. Smiley brought lots of snacks for us to get sore throat. Laughs. Then during the match we talk a lot of rubbish and most of the time, it was real tense lor. Yups. Thailand the long ball damn accurate and scary siaz bt the defence held firm. And Lewis made a few remarkable saves The funniest part is when a penalty was awarded againts Thailand. Then all the players run off the pitch to fight. Then the referee cham liao. Must call the police officers come and protect him. And SR Nathan came out to talk to them. So S’pore team sian alr, they go play among themselves. Then we were all shouting for penalty. In the end really got penalty. Then score. Then everything exploded. And Boon Siang was so happy he go hug me and Chong Ping. Lol. Nearing the end, got many ppl be funny go blow full time whistle. Anyhow one. End up got 10 plus full times. So 2-1 in the end. Left stadium and got lost halfway! Arr. So wait for them at ctrl stn. Maocheng say he saw me bt didn’t see him. In the end take mrt go home lor. 4 of us went diff direction, so I escort Steph one way and Boon Siang escort Steph the other way. Nxt day I a bit no voice bt okayy le. Then 630, Steph blur blur call me to say she jus woke up, so don’t wait. for me a bit the opposite, got a lot of energy that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs-PE was fun. We played handball. Then tio thrash like mad. Then Alvin and the zzz man go camp at our area and whack Yuan Zheng. Then Vinnie take the ball keep screaming, so we were busy laughing at her. (amazingly, her voice resembles that of a dried up marker writing on the whiteboard when she screams. Okayy I’m being mean =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri-Econs teacher nvr come, 1 hr we make a fool inside the class. Make a lot of lame jokes, on the music loud loud and take lots of crappy photos. Since Boon Siang and Wai Sum nt there, me and friends go draw Wai Sum(Toto Chna) and Boon Siang as cartoon, then we help them “take photo” by putting the pictures in front of our face. Then when she came and saw the picture, it was lol..  At  first,me and Mr Foo went to find the teacher but his ext got funny sound come out so didn’t bother to look further. Finish le go lunch at Macpherson. Then we played lame games like gg round the circle and shouting a word, each being louder than the next. We were highly successful in attracting ppl to look at us. Bt we stopped after a while because wait the police come and catch us for being public nuisance. Orh, then played truth n dare and I kena first so the class force me to wat noodle, chilli and soft drink. Then when Billy kena he must make confession... Funny lor. And Mr Foo was saying this crappy joke to me, Billy and Brandon and we were laughing and hyperventilating for the entire 3 mins until stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to sec 1 initiation camp. Had to buy dinner for YH, panda, Marcus and Weibin. Then got to shoot air pistol. For a nt so good shooter like me, at last got a 3-in 1 shot. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Then we slp in the conselling rm lor.  1.30am then slp, so damn cold! Give me the canteen anytime lar. Can’t even slp properly. Nxt day had to do lots of “rescue work” was quite chaotic, sadly.  Do hope that the sec 4s learn smthing after the tekan session lor. Hate to see that sort of stuff happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, got to go back to sm serious stuff. Be right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;The Guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-117051857970966012?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/117051857970966012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=117051857970966012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/117051857970966012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/117051857970966012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/02/chem-tutor-do-not-use-water-bottle-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-116927353694111348</id><published>2007-01-19T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T01:53:33.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you only got a hundred years to live..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s been a long week for me…and here’s a simple update. Yups &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ytd our class went to kopitiam makan. Got 24 of us so we had to split table. Ivan followed us there lor.. then cos we see the class got split up into 4 grps, we started talking abt it and Yongkuan said smthing which was probably the funniest thing I heard this yr. keep on laughing non stop, come to think of it now, I can still laugh bt since got muscle ache, cant do that without hurtingmyself physically. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anw eat finish le our class all the Marists left except me, so we all join table and talk rubbish. Then I left with sm to go do hmwrk at the café. Then got track cca after that. Friday all the cca very the busy, so the whole stadium got ppl in canoeing, track, rugby, soccer etc and etc. track only got 3 guys in long dist. Haha. So sad. Anw, we followed our seniors and the teacher in charge jog to the cemetery to run 4.8k. Nice place to run, very spacious and quiet. Bt the running was damn hiong lor. I agree with my fellow trackmate that the training was the most brutal we had ever experience in our lives. Wasn’t an easy task to complete that 4.8k. Then we got the hill chionging exercise, everyone sprint up and down the hill. We cut short on that cos the sky alr become very the dark and the wind blow until ppl fly backwards. So made our way back to SA and did a bit more torture before warming down and gg hm. Was damn wet. Dun mind bathing there for the nxt training. Monday got pool training. Supposedly must run in the pool according to the teacher. Now everywhere muscle ache. Ow ow =X same with my other trackmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day b4 had this speed dating thing our teacher ask us to do for moral ed. We must all write on the paper she gave us, so we can describe ourselves. We must all write on the paper she gave us, so we can describe ourselves. Guys can only talk to girls and vice versa. And take turns. Me and Mr Foo were being lame as usual lorr. Played soccer with the guys after that and had to take height and weight for pe. and at least still got ppl lighter than me. That’s a relief =) put on 2.6more kg after 2 months of training. made progress le. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Few days b4, we were just wandering abt the sch. Now at least got our class to be with. So that’s smthing nice for us, esp the marists that abandon their ogs. Oops. Spent a lot of our time at library and student centre last wk. At library the Billy talk so loud until slping ppl wake up. Mr Foo, up to his antics as usual keep on playing his ridiculous game and make the whole grp laugh. At SC, played carom and made a lot of noise. Bt got ppl worse, they take pillow and flatten each other. Crazy siao mad psycho brainless nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, hope to stay here after 1st 3 mths. Do hope my Os can make it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd part of my update will arrive shortly. Let me go settle my impt stuff 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;The Guard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not who am underneath, but what I do that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;defines me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-116927353694111348?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/116927353694111348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=116927353694111348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/116927353694111348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/116927353694111348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-you-only-got-hundred-years-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-116817929777559142</id><published>2007-01-07T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T06:14:58.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;okayy, since there's so much to update, I'll do it bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Day 3 orientation- let's admit that the marists are dao. haha. at least for me, Ivan, Mr Foo and Aaron. Always pang seh our group and go to one side. anw I hav alr apologised for all the antisocial-ness. the rest I dunno. okayy, forget it. so 3rd day we had the grand finale thingy, make damn lot of noise. bt yeps, I would like to commend the councillors for all the hard work put in for the orientation..liked the stage games, very creative. It was an outstanding and memorable finale. There was also this disco night where we made a crappy load of noise and run abt and langgar into each other. then I lost my file..whereisitman! also, we had to do an identity, where we use those cheapskate type of lipsticks to paint the face, tie a ridiculous looking ribbon on the head, cos the more dumb we look, the higher chance of us attracting attention. so disco, then mass dance or smthing like that. so far I've only heard abt Tj's one frm ewz and MI's one from the tiny mouse. then we had this amusing convo during when we pang seh the group that time b4 dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Why dont we go home in this attire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;You siao is it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;What happens if we go on the bus like that huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The bus driver say, sorry, this bus doesnt go to woodbridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;anw that day was damn rushed. I pia all the way home to get smthing confirmed in my email, then since got trials on saturday, rushed to meet Jasmine, pass her the number 1 uniform, then happen to run into my mother and sis back frm cinema. then when go home, she called me up, told me I had 2 buttons missing, then so crapped, rush to her hse pass her. then at there she told me I forgot my ranks. I almost screamed bt anw, nvm. bt, really really thanks a million to Jasmine =) felt so bad to trouble her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Christmas- went to church at midnight! the choir was damn pro. okayy, and after mass had 20 greetings, jammed my mailbox. ha ha. had a meal with family then went hm stay up till 3am open the presents. b4 that, we had potluck at my uncle's house. yar. and my baby cousin very funny. he go lick the floor and cry. and he was driving abt with his motorcar. obviously he has no license cos he keep on langgar the table. anw we this yr no chirtams tree. new yr's day follow family go wild wild wet at dteast. yup, thats abt all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;b4 christams-went to help out at unit course with Andrew. realised we had lots to do. was marking the sec 1's test paper. oh my gosh. see the ans alr can scream. then Andrew knock them down and shouted "DID YOU ALL STUDY FOR THE TEST? THEN HOW COME I GET CRAPPY ANSWERS LIKE THE USE OF A BOWLINE IS TO TIE A BOW?" I almost laughed. our squadmates also gt visit. HZ, BW, WB, JF and company =) WB was instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;then we made up a prawn w/o leg joke when preparing for napfa test&lt;br /&gt;Sir, I want to borrow 2 stopwatches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;What type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The one for the NAPFA test 2.4km run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The stopwatch, that one, the 2.4km one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The one with the paper coming out when u press a button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Stop, you are confusing me, pls be more detailed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The one, the tzzt tzzt sound one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;ORH! Tzzt tzzt stopwatch ah? why u nvr say earlier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Signing off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Guard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;but you never tell me how to use my common sense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-116817929777559142?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/116817929777559142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=116817929777559142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/116817929777559142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/116817929777559142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/01/okayy-since-theres-so-much-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-116792066845115867</id><published>2007-01-04T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T06:29:52.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2007 begins&lt;br /&gt;When the going gets tough, the tough get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, the post everyone has been waiting eagerly for has arrived. spent my remainder holidays with movies, a bit of swimming, running, reading and slacking abt. Yup, it was 2 hrs b4 the new yr as I start this post and cont'd it only today , so firstly, this is to wish all a meaningful and fulfuling 2007 ahead. hope u ppl learn lots as u deal with new challenges. smiles =) x365 for the new yr! Yup, I have not been updating for a while le. have been quite busy lately, bt now a bit of free time, so here will be a short update. nxt post then talk abt christmas and CIBTC.. now getting quite busy, though its only the 1st week of sch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st 3 mths at SA 3 days orientation. had lots of games sessions and mass cheer and dances for today and ytd. a few lectures bt then almost fall asleep. cos last few days have been sleeping very late. then orientation a bit sianz cos still adjusting. for those that know me, I only make noise after a few days. a bit frosted up. yup. so orientation I be sian 1st, just observe and think to ourselves. My grp the marist was my pri sch classmate, he’s quiet by nature bt I guess he’ll change during JC life. Yeps. nxt wk when the real JC starts then I will start thawing myself. for my class only gt me, Dxing, Kaka, Mr Foo, wings and germ. apart frm marists, dunno anyone else except for 1 pri sch friend, so all like lost lost like that. today was wet games then waste a lot of water and make a lot of noise. tml will finish at 830pm. do weird stuff like using materials to dress ourselves up according to house. and they'll have sm grand finale thingy or whatever. Kaka said just keep on cheering very loud like mad. then at the end of the day, I cannot hear you and you cannot hear me! am in red house, think the cheers quite zai. and the councillors super pro at screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWZ (Jasmine's twin brother) damn funny. he and his friends want to ponn tml the mass dance at suntec. TJ's orientation till 9pm. Sway lor. Must do at suntec. Then he keep on scold at the f and the c and the b words. And he complain the girls scream damn high pitch. Lols. I think we agree on that point. When they scream is damn loud then ear pain, like bee go inside yr ear. Ow ow! No offence arh. But whats good is that they’re much more enthusiastic than us when it comes to cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar. k, I think I'll cut the update short and get back to my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;wait for the nxt update. cya. gg to change specs soon. got scratched like crazy at the nightwalk in ubin.. arr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guard&lt;br /&gt;Whats a prawn without legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You all don't look like lamers but end up all are lamers"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19165871-116792066845115867?l=marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/feeds/116792066845115867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19165871&amp;postID=116792066845115867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/116792066845115867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19165871/posts/default/116792066845115867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marksman-of-anfield.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-begins-when-going-gets-tough.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099094898678660623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165871.post-116445348144259188</id><published>2006-11-25T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T03:22:46.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;okayy. so the CI course is gg to take 
