<?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-2518669462211778457</id><updated>2011-07-31T10:13:36.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>real facts of life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518669462211778457.post-5034655464384513454</id><published>2011-06-19T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:45:25.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this year</title><content type='html'>i thought 2010 was the worst year of my life. well that was before i met 2011. just 5 more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, theres been some issues in the news lately. like "Are singaporeans disguesting?"&lt;br /&gt;Oh cmon, is that even a question. its strangely rehetoric. which other citizen peels prawns in public buses. or cut or should i say trim their nails in the bus or train as well. Our selfishness knows no limits up till our picture is posted online which creates an uproar. pot calling the kettle black apparently. like the dude who wore the sleeping band thinggi on the train and assumed that he was the entitled benficiary of the seat. dont we wish we had one of those gadgets too, so we could get an excuse to be selfish. excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was in macdonalds. i noticed how different local parents are in treating thier kids compared to foreign parents. and i cannot tahan spgs. sorry, but my new more accurate generalised biased definition of an spg is simply a chinese girl with an angmoh guy. what to do, the perceived level up gained from the hypocritical relationship is worth more than traditions. yeah whenever i see chinese women taking lots of effort to probably meld with an avatar from hollywood, i cant help but think of the poor unfortunate offsprings.&lt;br /&gt;anyway the a.m guys who get asian girls are most likely rejects from their society who come to former colonies to get redemption from naive females who had their minds moulded from the realms of gossip girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-5034655464384513454?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/5034655464384513454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=5034655464384513454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5034655464384513454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5034655464384513454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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with..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-2403146812163188698?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/2403146812163188698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=2403146812163188698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2403146812163188698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2403146812163188698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2011/04/warty.html' title='warty'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-1606285305677051117</id><published>2011-04-24T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:42:52.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beat</title><content type='html'>well today was abit fucked up. i wooshed to bedok jetty on water and discovered that i couldnt come back, the mofoking current and wind were just assholes today, totally against me.. luckily the hot chick in the rescue boat picked me up. pun not intended. this is a serious post.&lt;br /&gt;my hands were so buffered that it looked like fat bastard's neck in austin powers when he lost weight.&lt;br /&gt;no more happy mr weenie for the next week i suppose.&lt;div 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xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-4681730968812053768</id><published>2011-04-06T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T16:49:28.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghhh it fucking hurts. maybe a small wart or something can tahan. but the whole ball of my freaking foot. wtf the doctor had to spam liquid nitrogen like pee. and so i began my arduous journey home from nuh. but not bad ah, considering i had 2 days of mc, yeah that's what im talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-4681730968812053768?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-2518669462211778457.post-7440288951917925126</id><published>2011-04-03T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:22:13.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>my first post of this year uh. i tore my only black polo while out. i mean like how is it even possible. fucked up right. i was like adjusting my bag and rippppppppppppp. wow. sexy. and the retarded tagboard just pisses me off with all the virus affilations. so ive decided to remove it. yay. eh lame why do you still come here. -.- still wannna stalk me huh. hack into my stuff as usual. not that i have a problem with it. haha. i really got nothing to hide lahhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-7440288951917925126?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-2518669462211778457.post-4702128938891415414</id><published>2010-09-01T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:46:28.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>windsurfing</title><content type='html'>Windsurfing speed record: 50 knots - 92km/h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QH2wGyoeH8I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QH2wGyoeH8I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freestyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmxkdltBdls?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmxkdltBdls?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-4702128938891415414?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/4702128938891415414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=4702128938891415414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4702128938891415414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4702128938891415414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2010/09/windsurfing.html' title='windsurfing'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-5179944776844836024</id><published>2010-08-21T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:33:32.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck man, today i tore my sail by accident. i was like heh heh, and then i looked down. and WTF. a foot long tear. fuck.&lt;div&gt;its addictive. i go surfing on sunday and monday im super tired. then i get itchy on tuesday, which gets amplified by me thinking about it the whole day and watching videos. so like wednesday to saturday im sooooo damn restless. gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was no wind today pathetic. it was like 0.1knots if the air was actually moving.. i think i could have blown myself along. sounds wrong huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-5179944776844836024?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/5179944776844836024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=5179944776844836024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5179944776844836024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5179944776844836024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2010/08/fuck-man-today-i-tore-my-sail-by.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-8486721023098626688</id><published>2010-05-30T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:56:06.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forget me not.</title><content type='html'>okay, after a long time, yeah a really really long time, i remembered that i actually had a blog which was rotting away by the scum of the internet. and im really surprised to see that there are still loyal readers of this time wasting self enriching  blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now after all these while, im starting to think that im not so strong after all, not that i thought that i was strong in the first place but then, yeah, sort of like an exponential decrease in my emotional strength and my psychological sanity, but then which great person isnt insane? now of which the time i would be realizing that ive been wallowing in self pity, its almost the half of this uneventful year. i can actually foresee that actually these two years of my life are actually barren with me trapped in the dark realm of my tortured soul. wasted you would say? i couldnt agree more. what more to actually treasure life than to waste it in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe its because ive journeyed into another phase of my so called life. but actually i doubt so because personally i dont think that there are phases in life, just priorities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where is the joy of life. im probably saying this because my outlook made a radical  defect to the camp of pessimism when something, probably the most important thing of my life decided that being important wasnt the most important thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a lighter note, which is probably 10 octaves higher, channel 5 decided to show eli stone and claimed au courant which is retarded since, devout fans of the show, like yours truly was astounded by the brilliance of its inception nearly 2 years ago. idiots. so much for 'come home to 5'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-8486721023098626688?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518669462211778457.post-748512726704296877</id><published>2010-03-28T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:41:45.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resurrection</title><content type='html'>finally, after a week of my computer slipping beyond the mortal world, it is back in action.&lt;br /&gt;initially i thought it was a hard disk failure, then i was like oh no. shit. all my files goneee... all my pictures and music...so it was the motherboard. i have to really back up everything now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i dont like sisters reading brother's blog.&lt;br /&gt;1. its just weird. like how kunu was beaten up by a starfish.&lt;br /&gt;2. little sisters cant handle mature content.&lt;br /&gt;3. they have got better things to do like for example, listen to boyslikegirls, pen sad emo shit out of nowhere and theres 'you', 'me' and 'love' in every damn sentence, maybe study for a levels?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-748512726704296877?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/748512726704296877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=748512726704296877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/748512726704296877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/748512726704296877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2010/03/resurrection.html' title='resurrection'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-1773993876910770928</id><published>2010-03-22T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:06:06.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday</title><content type='html'>its a monday. as usual like every other week of the year, it starts with a monday, so yup. happy monday. the good thing is that i dont have to work. yet. actually. and im pretty sad they dont have boston legal on starworld anymore! kyle xy is in its timeslot. i did not think that it was a show worth watching if there were other shows worth watching in its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to get a new desk chair. mine is getting ripped to shreds by my constant butt interaction with it. somehow or rather, i never thought of getting a new chair until everytime when i do not have the chance to, and im sitting on that chair at home and i start to think that i have to get a new chair, and then it ends there. and so the helpless cycle of i have to get a new desk chair repeats itself more frequently than they show phineas and ferb at 6pm, or is it 6.30pm. hmmm it has to be either one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. its time for phineas and ferb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-1773993876910770928?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/1773993876910770928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=1773993876910770928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1773993876910770928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1773993876910770928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday.html' title='monday'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-7816235938020205438</id><published>2010-03-09T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:08:09.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is depressing.</title><content type='html'>after 9 years, I've finally found the song. its the song I've been looking for since primary4. around there. I first heard it on radio at that time, and sang that line to a couple of girls. "oh oh oh its magic!" I never found out what that song was, and ive been searching for it all these while. And suddenly, while I was watching Happy Gilmore today, it came up. whoa.! nostalgia. a great song by pilot, magic. its magic, you know, never believe its not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I watched 500 days of summer. i thought like 'well, im bored and sad, and here's a chick flick or something, to maybe cheer me up, and my favourite chick zooey deschanel is in it as well.' ive never felt worse after watching the show. fucking crap emo show. just what screwed up depressed people like me need. yeah, but sometimes i see myself in Tom Hansen, the depressed guy who was dumped by the girl whom he really ever loved. gosh. life sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-7816235938020205438?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/7816235938020205438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=7816235938020205438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7816235938020205438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7816235938020205438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-depressing.html' title='Life is depressing.'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-908226389145779078</id><published>2010-03-01T16:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:12:32.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from a friend. re-blogged.</title><content type='html'>JANUARY:&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very Stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislike unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp.&lt;br /&gt;Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;MARCH:&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;APRIL:&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;MAY:&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;JUNE:&lt;br /&gt;Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer.&lt;br /&gt;Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;JULY:&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be&lt;br /&gt;quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST:&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride of oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends .&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Careful, cautious and organized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Likes to point out people’s mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Likes to criticize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; Stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Quiet but able to talk well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Calm&lt;/span&gt; and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;detailed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Loyal but not always honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself.&lt;/span&gt; Understanding. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Fun&lt;/span&gt; to be around. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Secretive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Loves sports, leisure&lt;/span&gt; and traveling. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER:&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of&lt;br /&gt;what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciates praises.&lt;br /&gt;High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty.Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing&lt;br /&gt;personality. Not egoistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical Ambitious. Influential in organizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ripped off a friend's blog. but i can't help but chuckle at how most of my evil traits are stated up there. it's true for all the bold words, as far as i know myself. for the others,i'm not that sure myself, so well, you be the judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-908226389145779078?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/908226389145779078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=908226389145779078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/908226389145779078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/908226389145779078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-friend-re-blogged.html' title='from a friend. re-blogged.'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-5361478179733818049</id><published>2010-02-27T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:31:18.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BtTn8ZKsfIc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BtTn8ZKsfIc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not called a killer whale for fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-5361478179733818049?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/5361478179733818049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=5361478179733818049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5361478179733818049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5361478179733818049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-not-called-killer-whale-for-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-3301024100448253231</id><published>2010-02-16T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:06:19.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL? no. Malacca? maybE. Seremban? yes.</title><content type='html'>a malaysian boy at heart? well, i've always thought one half of me was lost across the causeway.&lt;br /&gt;my dad said something which i thought was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;uncle " wa this guy can really eat uh"&lt;br /&gt;dad " yeah, he can really eat, he can beat me in everything. football, running, when he was younger, well, except golf and guitar."&lt;br /&gt;"yeah i can beat him in golf.... annnnd guitar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my dear father. i certainly cant beat you in golf nor guitar. nor drinking. nor snoring. nor arguing. guess that's where i got it from uh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-3301024100448253231?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/3301024100448253231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=3301024100448253231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/3301024100448253231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/3301024100448253231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2010/02/kl-no-malacca-maybe-seremban-yes.html' title='KL? no. Malacca? maybE. Seremban? yes.'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-1485190803726707504</id><published>2010-01-25T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:49:48.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dope test</title><content type='html'>failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saved maybe a 100th of a tree by not using the paper cup. i mean like what the hell, pee into the damn cup and dip the stick in. Just pee onto the stick, save time, trees, face. (all you idiots standing by the urinals holding the cup in your left hand while directing the jet stream with your right, and concentrating on controlling the flow rate. c'mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway must be the ganja. takes like 3 weeks for it to get totally out of your system..&lt;br /&gt;could be the buffet as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm not complaining. i get a day off! again. while my colleagues are slogging their asses off to meet their daily productivity targets. its not like i have stuff to do anyway. slacork i call it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; slac&lt;/span&gt;k w&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ork&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-1485190803726707504?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/1485190803726707504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=1485190803726707504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1485190803726707504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1485190803726707504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2010/01/dope-test.html' title='dope test'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-6739580293913949761</id><published>2010-01-19T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:48:46.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissing dick.</title><content type='html'>what the fuck. how can a fucking song just disappear. i was just looking for it and yeah i found it. so i opened it via a converter, it went tnehhhhh. "in case you haven noticed, you are a fucking retard and this file cant be opened" it didnt actually say that, but yeah i got that vibe, these programmers. okay fine. so i went back to look for that file and it was missing. what the fuck. spent like 10 mins trying to find it. opened itunes to try to locate the damn thing and yeah, it gave me a standard robotic reply. "the file you are trying to file is missing. Would you like to locate it?" fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;and it was a nice song. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris de burgh -  a spaceman came traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, probably lived up to his name. fucker probably traveled off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-6739580293913949761?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/6739580293913949761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=6739580293913949761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6739580293913949761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6739580293913949761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2010/01/pissing-dick.html' title='pissing dick.'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-2450238499616620125</id><published>2009-10-16T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:29:12.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha. notice how they use the word perfect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GqzcF7zxZNE&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;Perfect Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-2450238499616620125?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/2450238499616620125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=2450238499616620125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2450238499616620125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2450238499616620125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/10/hahaha-notice-how-they-use-word-perfect.html' title='hahaha. notice how they use the word perfect.'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-7210717218085439088</id><published>2009-10-01T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:08:45.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the grid</title><content type='html'>the internet is literally a net. apart from the spelling. okay, lets try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are living in two worlds, one virtual, reality. then when the lines get blurred, it becomes virtual reality. our habits are actually mirrored online. there are many issues to this development. we are spending increasing amount of time on unproductive stuff. for example, facebook and other stuff.  then comes the lack of privacy. then comes information overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have seen people spending the whole day on facebook doing nothing but playing games(read: restaurant city, some typing shitgame) and 'networking'. thats rubbish. behind the screen we become someone we are not. its sort of like an alterego, alternate persona or simply, an extension of ourselves. we do things that are unlike us, why. maybe its because that we dont have to account to anybody online. yet. *big brother is watching. Okay, we dont have to carry ourselves unlike in reality where everyone is watching you. you do notice that you enjoy doing things that may seem embarrassing in other eyes. for example, dancing along to music and stuff. or maybe talking to yourself aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;privacy is an issue on every anti tech advocate's mind, and there are articles on it every, dont think i have to say anything about this though,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;information overload. yeah. you can get that. sometimes you get things thrown into your face, things you couldnt possibly care less. but yeah. it there. no one gives a shit what are you doing now, 5 mins ago, 5 hours ago. seriously, everyone has thier own bullshit lives to live. then there are things you dont wanna see. from fucked up shit to really really fucked up shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all agree that we all need sometime to unwind and relax right, so do it. just (go) do it. im not advertising for nike here.even if i were, i wouldnt admit it readily, because then there is the issue of post credibility. but heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i foresee the next few tech giants would involve social networking to a certain extent. we consumers have really too much to choose from, there is market saturation of these tools, sooner or later, they are all going to look alike, and generally, these sites do not maintain their popularity for more than 5-6 years, they just die out and another app comes out. the initial name would be "the new (previous networking site's name)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there comes a time where the internet gets boring. thats when you go off the grid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-7210717218085439088?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/7210717218085439088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=7210717218085439088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7210717218085439088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7210717218085439088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/10/grid.html' title='the grid'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-3851478114261904611</id><published>2009-09-19T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:05:54.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A post</title><content type='html'>oh, blogger seems to be working fine right now. finally they sorted out their issues. because it has been putting me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny huh, how the malaysians try to claim singaporean food as theirs. well, technically we were part of malaysia for about 3 years? so maybe being on the losing side and all, they would probably try to use this argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are alot of issues pertaining to everything that i would not blog about, so actually it leaves me with actually nothing to blog about. so if you want me to blog or express my opinion on anything at all, just drop me a message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-3851478114261904611?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/3851478114261904611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=3851478114261904611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/3851478114261904611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/3851478114261904611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/09/post.html' title='A post'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-5006294914952557509</id><published>2009-08-02T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:03:18.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEWS BY US</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kXdauAMVAJo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kXdauAMVAJo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further advertisements in our news program(4.52), please contact me. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-5006294914952557509?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/5006294914952557509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=5006294914952557509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5006294914952557509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5006294914952557509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/08/news-by-us.html' title='THE NEWS BY US'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-170539265801670190</id><published>2009-07-29T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:40:54.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Injuries you should never get. because of the pain factor. not because of what the injury might do to you, or prevent you from doing whatever you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain level according to injury. 1 being the most painful. note that this is according to what i think and deduce from facial expressions of other people sustaining these injuries. not that i have experienced these injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. severe lacerations (google it if you dont know what it is. google the word laceration in google images, dont vomit over your keyboard.)&lt;br /&gt;2. broken bones (ribcage, ankles, joint areas are very painful, as well as shin and other long bones. back bone doesn't count, because then, you can't feel pain anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;1. burns. (3rd degree burns are the worst. arghh, just thinking of this gives me pain...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, stay safe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-170539265801670190?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/170539265801670190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=170539265801670190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/170539265801670190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/170539265801670190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/07/injuries-you-should-never-get.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-9174394271429466472</id><published>2009-07-23T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:08:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love love me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bpbTxFFoJ_o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bpbTxFFoJ_o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-9174394271429466472?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/9174394271429466472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=9174394271429466472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/9174394271429466472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/9174394271429466472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-love-me.html' title='Love love me.'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-3382891369076263047</id><published>2009-07-04T22:41:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:01:06.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream on.</title><content type='html'>A sunny day. Sentosa beckoned, as we packed our bags. We, the people of futsal with the inclusion of my parents, which i do not know why were on our way to sentosa, which apparently shifted to suntec city. funny. Who we were, Bernice, Jeannine, Peiyi, Jiawei, Thomas, the rest whom I have no recollection of, and I. There she stood, gleaming in the sun. A bottlenosed 20 plus seater jet. This jet had two engines which was mounted at its rear. The white paint was fresh as though it was a new jet. We boarded the private jet, and no, it was not mine. The plane took off, and we were on our way, to sentosa either at suntec city, or we stopped at suntec city before heading to sentosa island. We were sitting at the back seats smoking weed and stuff. Then we landed. At suntec city. I was like woah. That was quick. Singapore aint that big anyway. So i dont know why we landed, or that somehow, we landed on the beach. The coast was on the plane's right side. I got out of the plane with two other passengers, I couldn't remember who they were. Yeah, but we got out of the plane, the rest were still inside. I glanced around, palm trees swayed, the sand was warm and fuzzy and a breeze was blowing in from the sea. The sky was a tad cloudy. I wondered whether we were already at sentosa, depite having a strong intuition that this was in fact at suntec. But yeah, dont be stupid dude. There are no beaches at suntec... the closest things you have there are surf shops, which sell stuff totally unrelated to the business that their name suggests. Maybe a name swap had taken place, or now there is a place called suntec on sentosa.. Fine whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I glanced up. At my angle of elevation, my head tilted up about 75 degrees. Five seconds later. BOOM!! Two passenger jets just collided in mid air. One of them had a red streak on its tail wing. Apparently, they just flew into one another from opposite directions. Instinctively I yelled " WHAT THE FUCK?!"&lt;br /&gt;As my eyes widened and my mouth was gaping like, well... a gap? okay fine. The two planes exploded and came crashing down. Okay, the next part, sort of happened in like 8 seconds flat. You just read it first then try to read it in 8 seconds again, so you can experience what happened. One of the planes came crashing down onto the beach were our plane was stupidly parked. Okay the plane sort of crashed landed into the shallow waters and came straight as us. And I was at the right side of the plane, facing the coastline. Okay. wow. The lunging plane came real quick towards us, and from where we were situated, the wing of the plane was like a clothesline from hell, only thing that it was white and alot more bigger. Since i was in front, the would slice me in half before it touched our plane. oh crap, this time it wasn't instinct. Well, it was just sheer atheletic ability, i ran across the length of the plane, only thing was that I couldn't get around the plane in time. The wing came, I dived, and I dived into the path of the side landing gear of the downed place. Woosh!! The huge metallic chunk of death blew past me and stopped inches from the our plane with clowns inside smoking happily, oblivious to death just inches away. The landing gear brushed my hair, and screamed as it came to a halt. How I survived, I did not know, perhaps I did not jump fast enough, and as far enough to become beachkill. Or maybe.... i dont know. My heart was pumping itself out and I was like a broken radio. Yelling "HOLY SHIT!! What the fuck.." every 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;I went round the plane. Everyone was like. "eh? what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;Then it went black.&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes, and my room embraced me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the real world. why I decided to post this was that, I felt that this incident was coincidentally cool. Dream date : 2nd JULY, Wednesday night/Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home on Thursday, my sister said," uh another air crash?"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, yesterday, another air crash." my dad replied.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "huh? what air crash??"&lt;br /&gt;Mom, "Eh you mean you know know about the air france crash?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "yeah i know, but it wasn't yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;Dad, "Yesterday, there was another air crash."&lt;br /&gt;My heart stopped for 1 second, 5 seconds was the night walk episode. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can see that I knew nothing of the crash that just occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(CNN)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -- Yemenia Airways is canceling all its flights between Yemen and the Comoros Islands after this week's crash on the same route, the airline said Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; One more flight between Sanaa and Moroni is scheduled for Sunday, but all flights on the route are canceled after that, Yemenia said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yemenia Airways Airbus 310&lt;/span&gt; went down early &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, carrying 142 passengers and 11 crew members. It originated in Yemen's capital, Sanaa, and went down just miles from Comoros' capital, Moroni.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; One person, 13-year-old French girl Bahia Basari, survived for hours in the Indian Ocean clinging to the debris of the downed plane. She arrived home in France on Thursday, where she was reunited with her father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She is the only known survivor from the crash, which killed her mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://topics.edition.cnn.com/topics/Airbus_A310" class="cnnInlineTopic"&gt;Airbus 310&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; plane tried to land at the airport in Moroni, then made a U-turn before it crashed, Comoros Vice President Idi Nadhoim said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Comoros Islands are between the east African country of Tanzania and the island nation of Madagascar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; French and U.S. divers are helping to search for debris and bodies. The French military has detected a rescue beacon, but rescue workers say the wreckage is difficult to reach in deep waters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The plane's data recorders have yet to be found, said Capt. Mohammed Abdel Rahman Abdel Qadir, a spokesman for Yemen's civil aviation department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant upload any pics to blogger, Don't know what is wrong, maybe some bug or something. Anyway this is the picture of the plane that crashed. coincidence? maybe not... you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cctv.com/program/newshour/20090702/107853.shtml"&gt;http://www.cctv.com/program/newshour/20090702/107853.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-3382891369076263047?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/3382891369076263047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=3382891369076263047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/3382891369076263047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/3382891369076263047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream-on.html' title='Dream on.'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-6554408150567699693</id><published>2009-06-22T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:16:48.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My apple rotted.</title><content type='html'>Camp was truly great. because of everything that we had been through together, it was very enriching and added levels to our mutual understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets play guess the song. HAHA. lame suckers, most of them couldnt guess the songs which i was playing. now lets try this. guess this song. its been stuck in me since camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(First 47secs of the song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding from the rain and snow&lt;br /&gt;trying to forget but i won't let go&lt;br /&gt;looking at the crowded street&lt;br /&gt;listening to my own heart beat&lt;br /&gt;so many people all around the world&lt;br /&gt;tell me where do i find someone like you girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my voice, and apparently i can zhao xia every word i speak. Its a joke by itself eh. with my voice, i won't need to tell jokes to many people laugh. esp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i got home my parents made me wear a mask when we went out. and yeah, i drew many many many onlookers. this is what i looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prDuiPmkLrw/Sj5qcKmZvdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/V6f6WC2jwUg/s1600-h/PIC_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prDuiPmkLrw/Sj5qcKmZvdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/V6f6WC2jwUg/s400/PIC_0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349830439477034450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. 375 camp pics and 10GB of camp video to upload. -____-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-6554408150567699693?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/6554408150567699693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=6554408150567699693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6554408150567699693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6554408150567699693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-apple-rotted.html' title='My apple rotted.'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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/_prDuiPmkLrw/Sj5qcKmZvdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/V6f6WC2jwUg/s72-c/PIC_0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518669462211778457.post-4576121180223845558</id><published>2009-05-24T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:52:23.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whimsical</title><content type='html'>whimsical. the word is whimsical. can an expression be whimsical? it is used to describe behavior in this case. subject to erratic behavior or unpredictable change. hmm, probably in the case of the case which i am relating to, is it possible to have a whimsical expression. it will describe the setting, not the expression. for example, death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome, to the annual meeting of people who annually meet. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i miss 60B? Did i miss 60B?!? DID I MISS 60B?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately. i have been thinking. of my thoughts of my thinking. i should be a thinker when i grow up. i dont want to be a rockstar/indian when i grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude. is very important. listen up kids. i will give you some tips on how to have good attitude.&lt;br /&gt;1. Dont have bad attitude.&lt;br /&gt;2. When you are pissed, just shut up. Because the moment you open your mouth, you will say something stupid, which may fuck you up.&lt;br /&gt;3. When you are pissed, please fucking calm down, sit down, and think. With your bloody brain. not with your heart please. emotion is your worst enemy at this point.&lt;br /&gt;4. Smile. Even when you are in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;5. Think very ahead, think of what you want to do with your life, in relation to what you are doing now, it will certainly wake you up and you will change your attitude, if you have thought about it long enough, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;6. Just buy my book which i am going to publish in 7 years time, and read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to this guy one day. He was like an introvert to the power to 3. Its really of a huge magnitude. so i was like providing solutions to him. i was like ' dude, erm go join a sport, a club or something'. i wanted to say get a life, but then again, who am i to tell him that, its not like i have one anyway. so he was like 'nope, im 20 and i am at a crossroad in my life now, no one wants to speak to me etc.... people give me wierd looks etc.' i was thinking to myself, wow this guy has got issues man. Later i found out that he was disfigured in an animal attack. An attack by a grizzly bear in canada, which took the life of his dad. He is american btw. His dad was a hunter. so yeah. his mom is paralysed and dying in the hospital somewhere in the states. so he was like living alone in the sierra nevada mountain range. near california. he lives in a log cabin, he is actually a hunter/culler. his job there is to cull animals to control the population. there are bears, mountain lions etc. so he was like telling me about his life, lifestyle, and how he view life and lived his life. he is not driven by normal wants of society norm. maybe because he is not part of society? anyway it was a great insightful conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a farmer. because all i'll ever worry about is whether my fridge has enough space to store my milk. damn. life sucks huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whimsical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-4576121180223845558?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/4576121180223845558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=4576121180223845558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4576121180223845558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4576121180223845558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/05/whimsical.html' title='whimsical'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-7966880949688729525</id><published>2009-05-06T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:31:55.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wake up, go school, study, football/futsal.&lt;br /&gt;wake up, go school, study, football/futsal.&lt;br /&gt;wake up, go school, study, football/futsal.&lt;br /&gt;thats whats happening for half the week for my past two weeks. its great man. doing what i love.&lt;br /&gt;plus, i get to sleep at least 10 hours per night. average is around 11 to 12 hours. shiok man. when you get so tired, woo. the best sleep in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is this song thats playing on ultimate repeat in my head. its a nice song man. its swedish btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w88eqvLpNks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w88eqvLpNks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-7966880949688729525?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/7966880949688729525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=7966880949688729525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7966880949688729525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7966880949688729525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/05/wake-up-go-school-study-footballfutsal.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-1623205297154155979</id><published>2009-04-26T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:22:22.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love my tan. pun not intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa, aziz, showed me a torres video, actually i dont watch him play, since maybe when he was still in althletico madrid. okay, he is effective. damn good la, i cant deny his clinical finishing. and his moves are all the same for all his goals, defenders are pretty stupid, always falling for his moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay today got my form back. 8 goals in 3 matches. okay i shall stop here. HAHA. a man of a few words eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday = filtering exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need a very big sieve to sieve out the ppl who can play and cannot. well, hence the name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-1623205297154155979?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/1623205297154155979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=1623205297154155979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1623205297154155979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1623205297154155979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-my-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-159574771504497011</id><published>2009-04-12T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:30:24.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANGKOK BONKERS</title><content type='html'>well, Bangkok is under the state of emergency right now. the thai pm, Abhisit is being forced to take cover, and well, the asean summit was cancelled. wow. talk about stability huh. red shirts, aka the pro-thaksin supporters went aloof and rampaged throughtout bangkok. well, it if really come to this right, dude, just resign and you know, let democracy take over. Since you do not have the support of the people, there is no way you are going to hold on to power. the only way to do that is to establish a totalitarian dictatorship. so best way to recify the problem. is for Abhisit to resign. so that the economy will retain its strength. start over dude. get a job. sell t-shirts of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what comes to my mind when i think of Thailand?&lt;br /&gt;1. muay thai&lt;br /&gt;2. yellow&lt;br /&gt;3. pineapples&lt;br /&gt;4. buddha bless - (music)&lt;br /&gt;5. king&lt;br /&gt;6. bird tong chai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a happy day. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-159574771504497011?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/159574771504497011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=159574771504497011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/159574771504497011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/159574771504497011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/04/bangkok-bonkers.html' title='BANGKOK BONKERS'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-3595206659827770714</id><published>2009-04-09T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:45:08.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn russians, i love them. they always have the answer to every problem. for the gaming world. thats for sure.  im trying to update my cs to this protocol 48- cuz my old one was 47 and i couldnt play online. and yeah, couldnt find the patch. a simple exe was what my russian friend provided me. and solved my problem. all russians are my friends. hail mother russia. the providers of cracks and keygens that befall game capitalism. and russian chicks are hot. something to balance the cold winters they have in kremlin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-3595206659827770714?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/3595206659827770714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=3595206659827770714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/3595206659827770714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/3595206659827770714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-russians-i-love-them.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-7355935492436049426</id><published>2009-04-04T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:32:25.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>borrrrrring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thumb sprain. means i can only type with one hand. so i will do everything in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. everything is in point form. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-7355935492436049426?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/7355935492436049426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=7355935492436049426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7355935492436049426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7355935492436049426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/04/borrrrrring.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-4088190860243617784</id><published>2009-03-26T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:52:52.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prDuiPmkLrw/ScuiWjZSjwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TkcRanzu8OQ/s1600-h/hack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prDuiPmkLrw/ScuiWjZSjwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TkcRanzu8OQ/s400/hack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317522293383139074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like youtube got hacked eh... and i've received intel that i am one of the 3 guys in my class. thats the latest. initially, my balls dropped when i heard i was the only guy. 0.0 uh so scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-4088190860243617784?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/4088190860243617784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=4088190860243617784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4088190860243617784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4088190860243617784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/03/looks-like-youtube-got-hacked-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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/_prDuiPmkLrw/ScuiWjZSjwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TkcRanzu8OQ/s72-c/hack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518669462211778457.post-1504805612541987182</id><published>2009-03-26T08:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:54:47.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh, this semester was pretty much okay, except for a few fucked up projects, but still managed to get a good gpa. i noticed my gpa if plotted on a graph is just like the stock/forex market. i have a demo on paint. HAHA. *note, there is still alot of room above the graph. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prDuiPmkLrw/ScrQY0PNUII/AAAAAAAAAGg/19uZxnBY-rA/s1600-h/gpa+projection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prDuiPmkLrw/ScrQY0PNUII/AAAAAAAAAGg/19uZxnBY-rA/s400/gpa+projection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317291434822160514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past two days been at the student leader seminar. loft was good. hot showers and conditioned rooms. and there is a bed. yeah. for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timetabling was abit fucked up, had to do it in school because of the seminar. then the library computers are from LAG Inc. retarded. the no choice tio tf02. wed i end at 6 -___- monday and tues end at 4 and starts at 11,9,11 repectively. means i can wake up late. friday no change. good la, end at 1. IS must start at 1. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the hell am i supposed to get 30 p points in my cca records?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-1504805612541987182?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/1504805612541987182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=1504805612541987182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1504805612541987182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1504805612541987182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahh-this-semester-was-pretty-much-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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/_prDuiPmkLrw/ScrQY0PNUII/AAAAAAAAAGg/19uZxnBY-rA/s72-c/gpa+projection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518669462211778457.post-6416760724240914159</id><published>2009-03-22T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:43:26.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to identify a stroke. Important. It might just save someone you love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#4f4f4f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(79, 79, 79); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;STROKE IDENTIFICATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a BBQ, a friend stumbled and took a little  fall - she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics)  .she said she had just tripped over a brick because of her new  shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food. While she  appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the  evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid's husband called later telling everyone that his wife had  been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00 pm Ingrid passed away.) She had suffered a  stroke at the BBQ. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps  Ingrid would be with us today. Some don't die. they end up in a helpless,  hopeless condition instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes a minute to read  this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3  hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke...&lt;u&gt;totally&lt;/u&gt;. He said  the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the  patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECOGNIZING A  STROKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the sense to remember the '3' steps, STR . Read and  Learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify.  Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may  suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of  a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking  three simple questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S *Ask the individual to  SMILE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&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&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#4f4f4f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(79, 79, 79); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;T  *Ask the person to TALK and SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently)&lt;br /&gt;(i.e. It is  sunny out today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&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&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#4f4f4f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(79, 79, 79); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;R  *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he or  she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call emergency number immediately  and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Sign  of a Stroke --- Stick out Your Tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:  Another 'sign' of a stroke is this: Ask the person to 'stick' out his tongue..  If the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other,that is also an  indication of a stroke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&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/2518669462211778457-6416760724240914159?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/6416760724240914159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=6416760724240914159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6416760724240914159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6416760724240914159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-identify-stroke-important-it.html' title='How to identify a stroke. 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And yet, ignorance is often bliss because these people can just wolf down a cheeseburger, get vaccine shots, drink fluoridated water and take all sorts of toxic chemical medications without even a hint of concern (that is, until a few years later when all the toxic build-up starts to kill them).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So as a public service to those individuals who might want to rid their minds of any knowledge of true health and live their lives as members of the ignorant masses (a la being "plugged back into the Matrix"), I've put together a mind wiping recipe that you can freely use to join the ranks of all the doctors, journalists, politicians and consumers who think there's nothing wrong with exposing yourself to an unlimited number of toxic chemicals from multiple sources.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just follow these simple directions and your mind will be wiped clean in no time:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Step 1&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stand in front of a mirror, with your hands placed calmly at your side.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Step 2&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Look into the reflection and focus on your own eyes. Take three deep breaths to eliminate any tension.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Step 3&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Repeat the following mantras three times each:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"America has the best health care in the world."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"The FDA is my friend."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Synthetic chemicals are good for me."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Pharmaceuticals are priced in a fair way that helps drug companies afford to find new cures."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Food comes from factories, not dirt."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Food and drug corporations are looking out for my best interests."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Vaccines protect me from evil germs."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Fluoride is good for me."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"If we all would just buy more products that donate money to the Susan G. Komen pink ribbon cancer research fund, a cure for cancer would be readily found. (The only reason cancer hasn't been cured yet is because not enough people go shopping.)"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"The more pharmaceuticals I take, the healthier I will get."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"The human body only needs calories, not nutrition, to survive."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"My genes are faulty and I was born deficient in patented chemicals. These chemical imbalances must be corrected through pharmaceutical intervention."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"The sun is my enemy. I must fear it at all times."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Dead, cooked foods are nutritional equivalent to live foods."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"There is no such thing as a dangerous ingredient in personal care products. If chemicals were dangerous, the FDA would never allow them to be used."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"My purpose in life is to conform to the wishes of authority figures."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"The planet is able to absorb an unlimited amount of pollution from human activity. There is no cause for concern."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Global warming is a hoax. Human activity has no effect on the climate."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Man has conquered nature. We no longer need to concern ourselves with learning from or protecting nature. Whatever we need can be invented in a lab."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"The way to prosperity requires the use of genetically-modified foods and patented seed technologies controlled by caring, compassionate corporations like Monsanto." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Pregnancy is a disease requiring immediate medical intervention. Childbirth is an unnatural and traumatic experience necessitating urgent hospital care."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Drug ads are a good source of information about health."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Doctors are well informed about how to stay healthy."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Medical schools teach doctors how to care for fellow human beings."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Medical journals print only reliable, scientifically-validated information that can be counted on to be true. It's peer-reviewed, after all."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Any surgery suggested by a surgeon must be medically necessary; otherwise he would not have suggested it."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"The foods I choose to eat have no effect whatsoever on my health outcome. Sickness or health is determined solely by luck or genes."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Step 4&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Repeat these mantra until you have convinced yourself they are absolutely true. You now qualify to be a conventional doctor or a medical journal editor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Step 5&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now that your mind is wiped clean, turn on the television and refill the empty spaces in your brain with TV programming. Pay special attention to the commercials, which will provide valuable information that you can really trust!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those are the five simple steps. You are now ready to rejoin mainstream society where you can eat meals with your family without any hesitation about what's actually in the food. You can now shop for cosmetics at Wal-Mart, or eat beef jerky purchased at a Quick-Mart. You can eat cheeseburgers and milkshakes. No more worries!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Plug yourself back into the Matrix, and live out the rest of your life in a comfortable state of ignorant bliss. You will find lots of support from family and friends, by the way, who will greatly enjoy watching you become just as obese and diseased as they are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-6718835561461366352?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/6718835561461366352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=6718835561461366352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6718835561461366352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6718835561461366352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-wipe-your-mind-clean-of-health.html' title='How to Wipe Your Mind Clean of Health Wisdom and Plug Yourself Back Into the Mainstream Matrix '/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-2739177237238292051</id><published>2009-03-14T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:37:18.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i feel like blogging. but seriously. dont read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes two hands to clap. correct, except that the hand is grapping the ball and a plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is full of shit. life is full of shit. why am i having such pessimistic views?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i have been let down by so many things, or occurrences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly i live in singapore. that is not a good thing. i know that maybe being in a 'controlled' environment does not expose us to real stuff. like when life kicks you in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;now we have the lower age limit of opening a stock trading account at 18  years. well, finally, some progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people say that do what you want to do. but actually doing it will usually not allow you to live comfortably. why.&lt;br /&gt;one day, when people achieve the greater understanding, there will be no demand for material. except for survivability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah this post is fucked up. my thinking is abit warped at this point. too much shit going on in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-2739177237238292051?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/2739177237238292051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=2739177237238292051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2739177237238292051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2739177237238292051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-i-feel-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-2340235197832220551</id><published>2009-03-11T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:40:49.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://raysweb.net/poems/articles/tannen.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-2340235197832220551?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/2340235197832220551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=2340235197832220551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2340235197832220551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2340235197832220551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/03/read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-3735784656652479676</id><published>2009-03-11T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:45:46.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prDuiPmkLrw/SbaZGXj7W0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/mYX7LYSEsSA/s1600-h/wmd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prDuiPmkLrw/SbaZGXj7W0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/mYX7LYSEsSA/s400/wmd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311601145213049666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. just for laughs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-3735784656652479676?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/3735784656652479676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=3735784656652479676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/3735784656652479676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/3735784656652479676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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/_prDuiPmkLrw/SbaZGXj7W0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/mYX7LYSEsSA/s72-c/wmd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518669462211778457.post-203179412683441450</id><published>2009-03-09T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:32:10.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh. i am also known as a fish. -___- just discovered it. its a kind of surgeonfish. heh heh. im a doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acanthurus  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  triostegus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = weilala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fishbase.org/ComNames/CommonNameSearchSpeciesList.cfm?CommonName=Weilala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-203179412683441450?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/203179412683441450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=203179412683441450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/203179412683441450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/203179412683441450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-6704828905266015392</id><published>2009-03-03T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:29:02.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, stop stalking my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. everytime you come here, hoping to find something new. but you wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is only the truth if everyone believes in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lie will become the truth if everyone believes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fake can be the original if more fakes are made based on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love my bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prDuiPmkLrw/Sa0-n-y4jSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5cX0XZ3hly0/s1600-h/bee%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prDuiPmkLrw/Sa0-n-y4jSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5cX0XZ3hly0/s400/bee%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308968392331922722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prDuiPmkLrw/Sa099a4veOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zFyEqoKoBvQ/s1600-h/bee%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-6704828905266015392?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/6704828905266015392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=6704828905266015392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6704828905266015392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6704828905266015392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-stop-stalking-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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/_prDuiPmkLrw/Sa0-n-y4jSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5cX0XZ3hly0/s72-c/bee%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518669462211778457.post-2970225620641762614</id><published>2009-02-24T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:08:01.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But seduction isn’t making someone do what they don’t want to do. Seduction is enticing someone into doing what they secretly want to do already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-2970225620641762614?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/2970225620641762614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=2970225620641762614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2970225620641762614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2970225620641762614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/02/but-seduction-isnt-making-someone-do.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-6949528759186625722</id><published>2009-02-23T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:41:40.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Credit Management Chapter 8</title><content type='html'>http://www.4shared.com/file/89076426/5c9030b4/Lt8std__-_Pro_n_Doc.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-6949528759186625722?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/6949528759186625722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=6949528759186625722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6949528759186625722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6949528759186625722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/02/credit-management-chapter-8.html' title='Credit Management Chapter 8'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-826474960267248203</id><published>2009-02-20T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:33:36.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My marriage age is 29.</title><content type='html'>How old are you going to be when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put an X in every box that applies to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add up all the x`s and title subject with the sum as "My marriage age is __."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know how to make a pot of coffee&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You keep track of dates using a calendar&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own more than one credit card&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know how to change the oil in a car&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You do your own laundry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You vote every election&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can cook for yourself&lt;br /&gt;[x] You think politics are exciting&lt;br /&gt;[x] You balance your own checkbook&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents have better things to say than your friends&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You show up for school/college/work every day early.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You always carry a pen in your pocket/purse&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've never gotten a detention&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have never smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have never gotten completely trashed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have forgotten your own birthday at least once&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to take walks by yourself&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've watched talk shows.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what 'credibility' means without looking it up&lt;br /&gt;[x] You drink coffee[caffiine] at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know how to do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can count to 10 in another language.&lt;br /&gt;[x] When you say you're going to do something you do it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My parents trust me&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can mow the lawn&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can make adults laugh without being stupid&lt;br /&gt;[x] You remember to water the plants&lt;br /&gt;[x] You study when you have to&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You pay attention at school/college&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You remember to feed your pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can spell 'experience' without looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You work out on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You clean up your own mess&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The people at Starbucks know you by name&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your favorite kind of food is take out&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have gained weight since middle/high school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The first thing you do when you wake up is get caffeine&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need&lt;br /&gt;[x] You understand political jokes the first time they are said&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can type quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to a Tupperware party&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have more bills than you can pay&lt;br /&gt;[x] Most of all your friends are older than you are&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can say no to staying out all night&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use the internet every day&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your wardrobe hasn't changed in a while&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can read a book and actually finish it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all 29. If its counted correctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bullshit. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-826474960267248203?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/826474960267248203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=826474960267248203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/826474960267248203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/826474960267248203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-marriage-age-is-29.html' title='My marriage age is 29.'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-1182067843164512404</id><published>2009-02-15T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:22:55.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive realised something. about how different married life is. on visiting my prospective sister in law, and helping her set up a wireless access point, i felt that being married, is a whole new ball game altogether. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are definitely alot more lonely, which is not a problem for me. as i am very independent person who appreciates time alone. then you need to do chores. and deal with stuff which your significant other throws at you. married already what. HAHA, you can heck care already. what can you do man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i spent more than 6 hours trying to fix up the system. the reason? starhub tried to be funny. and for 2 hours plus, there was something wrong with the internet. and shit. it pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think we need to get a place near a 24hour condom supplier like 7-11 next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-1182067843164512404?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/1182067843164512404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=1182067843164512404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1182067843164512404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1182067843164512404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-realised-something.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-7653612490833633388</id><published>2009-02-10T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:06:01.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the link to my e-portfolio.HAH, life is about bullshit(ing). i'll probably change the template when i have the time. http://wxeportfolio.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally all projects done. just have to study for exams. woah this sem, i only have 3 papers. i feel very sin fu already. pardon my english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best for your exams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-7653612490833633388?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/7653612490833633388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=7653612490833633388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7653612490833633388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7653612490833633388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-link-to-my-e-portfolio.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-5391985875854841306</id><published>2009-02-04T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:10:20.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long time coming</title><content type='html'>lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, first time I went to a muslim zhi char place... sort of like an al azhar and chinese zhi char mix. the food was quite good, and we had alot of crabs..! wow. daddy Howard keep giving me crabs to eat... haha. it was nice though. and there was no bandung dinosaur. HAHA. my prospective sis in law was there too. actually they were the ones who treated the reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;then fter dinner, we went to geylang!! okay this was the tone which bee was in. haha, never see prostitudes before. it was virtually a sight seeing trip with fingers pointed in every direction. (if i was pointing my fingers, i wouldnt have made this observation. im a veteran in these operations too.) &lt;br /&gt;so then i was sent home unwillingly. LOL, maybe not. yeah but i had a great time. lets go family outing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams in 2 weeks. need to buy pens already /|\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after im done with my bcomm2 presentation, i will link my e-portfolio here. and maybe i might use the template... hah html so fun. &lt;br /&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-5391985875854841306?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/5391985875854841306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=5391985875854841306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5391985875854841306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5391985875854841306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-time-coming.html' title='a long time coming'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-3436512257865093809</id><published>2009-01-17T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:51:37.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm, no title i guess.</title><content type='html'>everyday kb for what sia. no dai ji also kb. there is always something to get angry about what. -.- i am actually quite happy, until everyday you get angry. kao. i seriously got no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zai la, you got a black shirt. and i dont. mines white fyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough of not typing usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel life would be much more appreaciated if the whole world stood still in the late 1960s or early 1970s. where there were no computers, cell phones, and efficient transportation and communication channels. we could do whatever we wanted without being slaves to technology. you look at the average teen today, without internet, mobile phones and stuff. equates to torture. which apparently i do not share any sentiments. i am okay with not using technology. walking home and stuff. whatever happened to the good old days of catching spiders, playing hide and seek, just being out in the open and doing just about anything under the sun. now. we need a reason to go out. now, parents care too much. psp(s)' i put the bracket because it would look wierd without it. handphones. ipods, laptops, nitendos and what else? this generation will breed incompetentcy, laziness, dependance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a tick. is this the good life which you envision? being able to 'relax'. relax nowadays means doing nothing. last time it meant doing something which you enjoy, something which helps you relieve stress. or maybe the good life not usually understood till lived past it. for example, doing something fufilling. or maybe had a normal childhood. okay normal childhood is also very subjective. whether you want your kids to develop by themselves with abit of guidance here and there, so that maybe sometimes they can learn the hard way. OR maybe you want your kids to be theoretically aware. by which i mean knowing, but not learning it through the hard way. for example, telling your kid the iron is hot, and that he should never touch it. maybe even punishing him for even going near it. but will he ever know how hot the iron is or was? he would not know the degree of which, how telling him that the iron is hot will be able to compensate for his/her real experience of how hot the iron is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will publish a book on a guide to life. like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually want to experience life without technology. like how i would date a girl. without smsing. I hate to talk stuff over sms/instant messaging. because i feel that it is rude, it does not convey the actual meaning/point. it might also lead to misunderstandings. i find love letters very romantic. not the chinese delicacy. a person can express his/her feelings within a written letter. how the words are written. the author's own handwriting. not comic sans or Times new roman or whatever. its so personalized. dont you guys agree? its a rhetorical question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead end. till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya i want to add. double standards are no good. seriously. you only hurt yourself. let it go. if you really love a person. you will let it go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-3436512257865093809?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/3436512257865093809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=3436512257865093809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/3436512257865093809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/3436512257865093809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmm-no-title-i-guess.html' title='hmmm, no title i guess.'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-406313185500465347</id><published>2009-01-15T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:33:55.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday.</title><content type='html'>wa lannnnnnn.... ankle injured again. same one sommore. the stupid malay la. everytime is malay. wa lan. zam zam zam. so noob. i off form also can own you.  then later the malay twin came to me and say" wa you every good ah. you play like van persie. but the face look like robben. " -___-&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. im flattered when compared to van persie. because i like him alot and he is good. but i feel insulted when compared to robben. piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more playing for a month..... also good la, exams coming liao, no choice, cant play. Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-406313185500465347?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/406313185500465347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=406313185500465347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/406313185500465347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/406313185500465347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday.html' title='thursday.'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-7475835805975933729</id><published>2009-01-14T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:26:04.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hang me(n)</title><content type='html'>the words are  C O M F O R T  and  A S S U R E  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry. i know them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2311&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-7475835805975933729?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/7475835805975933729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=7475835805975933729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7475835805975933729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7475835805975933729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/01/hang-men.html' title='hang me(n)'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-2358577974051931520</id><published>2009-01-05T20:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:17:31.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>there are some things going on lately. such as people dying and stuff. it doesnt really affect you because you don't emphatise with them such as the dead citizens of sillypore. in where. oh the santika club. the mumbai terror attack where a young lady was killed. dude i was like yeah. whatever. such things happen. then when i saw the interview with the husband on channel 5 news, i wanted to cry. it was so saddening that this sort of thing happened. to this individual. maybe because it was her lifestage?... yeah she just got married a year earlier. poor husband. holy fucking shit. shit happens man. anyway i wish the husband all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this comment that i read which commented (duh, it was a comment) that we should put things into perspective. maybe there was too much hype over this fellow dead singaporean. why? because she was a lawyer. maybe because she young and pretty. maybe because she was chinese. wait a tick. i'm being serious. maybe the last point isnt so important or relavent. but yeah i do agree with the commentator (he's called commentator because he commented). that if it were a older, poorer person with let say, with odd jobs. there wouldn't be as much publicity and hype, as i would put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the majority of singaporeans ARE chinese. They are generally well-to-do, with more esteemed jobs higher up the social ladder. not saying that those lower ranked are not decent jobs. so thats why there is so much publicity and hype, because it relates to the majority of singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone told me once that jobs such as onion peelers, hawkers, taxi drivers etc are ______jobs. i forgot what the blank was. but yeah, it referred to being lower class. i was actually quite appalled by what the person had said. i mean, these are all decent jobs my friend, all these people are trying to make a living here, nothing to be ashamed off. unless you rob or steal or con for a living. these people are all trying to make ends meet, feed their families dude. respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone else told me that education is not as important.(look here, there is an "as" in that sentence.) and that what matters in life is to do what you want, what makes you happy. and then he told me about his perspective on life. it was quite an insightful experience. never have i met anyone around my age as mature as this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i think of this year 2009?&lt;br /&gt;uncertainties. with attachment. with not very good grades. hah..i'm aiming for the 4th uni in changi. be the pioneer batch.&lt;br /&gt;economy wise. will be quite slow. inflation will fall. prices would be quite constant generally. dont listen to what the newspapers say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resolutions&lt;br /&gt;stand by my no breakup clause. its always not my idea to terminate the clause.&lt;br /&gt;read 1 technical analysis book/ any forex theory book per week. although i would not achieve it. its a good unrealistic goal.&lt;br /&gt;learn muay-thai this holiday. so i can beat up assholes who try to flirt with what's mine. and it also sounds better if you say this to other people,&lt;br /&gt;"ooh, check my boyfriend out, he's good with football and fighting and protecting me, and he's good with his hands too with whatever that is attached to them."&lt;br /&gt;than&lt;br /&gt;"ooh, check my boyfriend out, he's good with football."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my train of thoughts suddenly stopped. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH. MY I&amp;amp;E EVENT. COME SUPPORT. HERE IS THE EMAIL CONTENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all, We are going to give you some COLD HARD CASH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just come down to our booth at NP Orchard and look for the happy and satisfied people. Follow your ears.(we will explain this later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event is basically a series of random competitions. Each competition will only take just 5- 10 minutes of your time. ALL you have to do is just pay a small sum of S$1 as participation fee and stand a chance to win S$5 or more INSTANTLY. ITS THAT EASY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example of a competition: Person who can drink a can of coke the fastest WINS and he/she gets INSTANT CASH. (and you get a free coke too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We support anti-crime, specifically, stealing and robbery. We provide YOU with the CASH, you don't have to go around stealing from old people or robbing from houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will also have a DJ spinning some hard and pumping tracks for your entertainment. YOU seriously can't miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th January 2009&lt;br /&gt;10am - 6pm&lt;br /&gt;NP Orchard (outside co-op, near library)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours OH SO SINCERELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK PANTHERS a.k.a PINK PANTHERS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-2358577974051931520?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/2358577974051931520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=2358577974051931520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2358577974051931520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2358577974051931520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts.'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-2328759172057766060</id><published>2009-01-01T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:47:50.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2009.</title><content type='html'>went for overnight cycling with friends. it was a great experience especially double biking baby around. hahaha... it was fun and i felt we bonded as a couple. yayy.&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-2518669462211778457.post-6950327324244723838</id><published>2008-12-30T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:42:43.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no contacts.</title><content type='html'>shit man, i dint know hard reset will wipe out everything in my phone... including contacts... i thought it will just erase settings... shit. now have to recompile everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-6950327324244723838?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/6950327324244723838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=6950327324244723838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6950327324244723838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6950327324244723838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-contacts.html' title='no contacts.'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-4001564419161238921</id><published>2008-12-27T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:37:30.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have the best girlfriend ever man. she is just so wonderful. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-4001564419161238921?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/4001564419161238921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=4001564419161238921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4001564419161238921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4001564419161238921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-best-girlfriend-ever-man.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-4581012497429390630</id><published>2008-12-22T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:52:26.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes. i got a schick quattro titanium freestyle. and im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you feel like shit. you blame everyone but yourself. when you feel good. you dont praise anyone but yourself. hah. i made that one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day i was watching little nonya and it occured to me that most singaporean girls are pretty much helpless. i am generalising yes. they cant cook... they cant clean. they cant do anything except for whine and go shopping. erm just joking... but im serious about the cooking and cleaning part. furthermore, it is forseen that duo working parents will become the very norm. like very. so the kids will be left to the maids to be cared for. it breeds another generation of spoilt kids. housewives will be the thing of the past. at least i wont have to worry about the part of a desperate housewife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot count on women these days... except for mine la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-4581012497429390630?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/4581012497429390630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=4581012497429390630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4581012497429390630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4581012497429390630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-2983783480850784263</id><published>2008-12-21T08:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:20:28.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-2983783480850784263?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/2983783480850784263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=2983783480850784263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2983783480850784263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2983783480850784263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/12/fine.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-5917019498853611612</id><published>2008-12-15T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:18:04.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent tried the baked shishamo from muji though. even though i bought it and its lying on my table.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;just got back from malaysia. fucking racist bastards, cut my queue. fucking tudonged woman.&lt;br /&gt;then spend saturday watching ben10 weekend marathon from 1-6pm in malaysia. crap. then watch fun with dick and jane. totally wasted a saturday man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-5917019498853611612?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/5917019498853611612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=5917019498853611612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5917019498853611612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5917019498853611612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/12/havent-tried-baked-shishamo-from-muji.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-7826356459467122855</id><published>2008-12-10T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:48:28.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore - Indonesia 2-0</title><content type='html'>Singapore was lucky to get away with some sloppy defending. The 2-0 scoreline was not a really convincing performance by the singapore side. It was very apparent that Singapore was playing a very defensive strategy and focused on counter attacks, long balls and set pieces. The Indonesians on the other hand, played free flowing football and the possession clearly shows. However, they were unlucky to convert the many chances they had. Unlike singapore, which only scored from set-pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agu Casmir was virtually non-existant throughout the game. The lone striker was constantly marked and surrounded by the two indonesian centre-backs.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know who the malay wingers were. forgot. but no impact on the game...&lt;br /&gt;Shi jiayi and johnny wikinson, central midfielders, were okay, although they were out matched and out played and out witted by their indonesian counterparts who controlled the midfield.. but yeah, they had to do the dirty job. jiayi scored from a freekick. good shot. quick shot around the wall.&lt;br /&gt;right back. i think nor rahman. good performance. focused. neutralized indonesian attack from the left flank effectively.&lt;br /&gt;centre backs. baihakki and precious. did okay. with baihakki scoring a header. it was a strong finish. classic textbook header.&lt;br /&gt;left back. david benett. sloppy playing. prone to concentration laspes. nearly gave away a goal. thanks to lionel lewis who saved the ball.&lt;br /&gt;Goalkeeper. lionel lewis. did okay. with good saves. not fantastic though, was caught off the line in a few instances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall indonesia played better. but, in the end, only the results count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-7826356459467122855?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/7826356459467122855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=7826356459467122855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7826356459467122855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7826356459467122855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/12/singapore-indonesia-2-0.html' title='Singapore - Indonesia 2-0'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-7967158746255461897</id><published>2008-12-07T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:48:57.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghh. fuck man. sick since thursday... wth and fever coming on and off. headache since thursday till like now... cough since thursday... blocked and runny nose since sat. fuck man. i feel like shit. cant even study properly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-7967158746255461897?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/7967158746255461897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=7967158746255461897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7967158746255461897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7967158746255461897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/12/arghh.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-2827558132373227645</id><published>2008-12-04T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:30:37.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EBA ELECTRONIC BUSINESS APPLICATIONS (EBA)&lt;br /&gt;Friday, December 05, 2008&lt;br /&gt;8:30am - 10:00am&lt;br /&gt;LT 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CM CREDIT MANAGEMENT (CM)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, December 11, 2008&lt;br /&gt;11:00am - 12:30pm&lt;br /&gt;LT 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;Ngeeann poly website is now my favoritest website now. hehheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im sick woohoo. this morning woke up with a headache. i was like erm shit. fine. then did abit of Bcomm project. then afternoon i was like feeling damn cold. so i was like...erm. okayy. so i wore a jacket in my stuffy room without the fan on. then i was like coughing and shit and my skin became super sensitive, skin. yes skin. so i was like fine. then i started to have body aches. while i was sitting down. i was like -_____- fine. then after a while it got super cold and my head felt like a martians... damn heavy... you all caught mars attacks! ? nice right... yeah then went to look for my thermometer then cannot find. fine. so i searched my sisters room , i found one in her pencil box. cool. then i took my temp. it came out as 38.3 deg. i was like yeah right. then i took again. 38.3. -__- then went to cook for my brother and i. master chef weed cooked chicken soup. then went to bathe, took paracetamol tablets then check my temp again 38.5deg.  zzzz. cant study properly. cui la tmr eba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-2827558132373227645?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/2827558132373227645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=2827558132373227645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2827558132373227645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2827558132373227645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/12/eba-electronic-business-applications.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-1588383106153954360</id><published>2008-12-01T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:21:16.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a good read. please read if you can.</title><content type='html'>Life and How to Survive ItBelow is a speech to the graduating class of 2008 at NTU convocation ceremony last week by Adrian Tan, a litigation lawyer and the author of The Teenage Textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's You’ve probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.The good news is that they’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy.I’m here to tell you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your life expectancy.After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.The most important is this: do not work.Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.Work kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan "Arbeit macht frei" was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.Resist the temptation to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a sports journalist.So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t work.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Be hated.&lt;br /&gt;Love someone.&lt;br /&gt;You’re going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there’s no life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is me speaking now. if you have read it, congratutlations, you have the interest in taking control of your life. yes, i never wanted to work either. open a restaurant, trade some currencies and stocks.. etc... yeah and have the free time to take the kids to school and home and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by dont work, i believe that is doing something which you love which earns your living.&lt;br /&gt;ok i tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;i am hated by alot of people. maybe because i appear to cocky? maybe its just that i ooze of confidence. HAHA. yeah. in the ngeeann soccer world, there is quite a few people who hate me. love someone. this needless to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-1588383106153954360?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/1588383106153954360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=1588383106153954360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1588383106153954360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1588383106153954360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-read-please-read-if-you-can.html' title='a good read. please read if you can.'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-2554659745386460392</id><published>2008-11-30T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:06:42.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Honour and Glory.</title><content type='html'>Commando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-2554659745386460392?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/2554659745386460392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=2554659745386460392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2554659745386460392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2554659745386460392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-honour-and-glory.html' title='For Honour and Glory.'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-6250286525973918022</id><published>2008-11-27T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:00:04.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>self disipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ankle.&lt;br /&gt;2. common test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got nothing to comment on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-6250286525973918022?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/6250286525973918022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=6250286525973918022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6250286525973918022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6250286525973918022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/self-disipline.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-5310239490804764122</id><published>2008-11-23T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:39:01.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy to save in my comp.</title><content type='html'>EBA ELECTRONIC BUSINESS APPLICATIONS (EBA)&lt;br /&gt;Friday, December 05, 2008&lt;br /&gt;8:30am - 10:00am&lt;br /&gt; LT 20 / LT22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CM CREDIT MANAGEMENT (CM)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, December 11, 2008&lt;br /&gt;11:00am - 12:30pm&lt;br /&gt;LT 20&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-5310239490804764122?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/5310239490804764122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=5310239490804764122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5310239490804764122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5310239490804764122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/lazy-to-save-in-my-comp.html' title='lazy to save in my comp.'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-7140085588739223557</id><published>2008-11-23T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:13:24.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wa lan. damn stressed la. datelines for projects all coming up. yet i cant do anything because my group mates all haven finish their part on time. crap.  then common test in in a weeks time. then like no time study also.&lt;br /&gt;im listening to my selene by sonata arctica to relieve stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-7140085588739223557?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/7140085588739223557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=7140085588739223557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7140085588739223557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7140085588739223557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/wa-lan.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-5159924898223137407</id><published>2008-11-21T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:16:43.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ankle still pain. cant play football for another two days at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tried counting how many steps i took half way from the bus-stop to home. i lost count at 209. and an average person takes over 10,000 steps per day...cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all those who i can consider a friend, for your support through erm, you know. life. i appreciate it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-5159924898223137407?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/5159924898223137407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=5159924898223137407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5159924898223137407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5159924898223137407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/ankle-still-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-5834730573558623323</id><published>2008-11-18T11:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:14:54.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain!!!</title><content type='html'>my laptop graphics card got fried. fuck. i cant use my com... the screen goes all white when i switch it on. sian la, cant do projects and tutorials. shit...&lt;br /&gt;my ankle's busted. pain!! stupid malay zham my ankle from behind when i was on my toes. fuck la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prDuiPmkLrw/SSIw3ST8RJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oAnsBDSJuuk/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269828240343319698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prDuiPmkLrw/SSIw3ST8RJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oAnsBDSJuuk/s400/DSC00201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tadah! my improvised bandage. with my long socks. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prDuiPmkLrw/SSIw3HQO3DI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qu-69CunfvY/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269828237374970930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prDuiPmkLrw/SSIw3HQO3DI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qu-69CunfvY/s400/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOL. i got two videos of this sucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f71449e899d9a2e4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" 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value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D45b6976c89b84ea7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331348390%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E5DAB9DBD7752DE4FE7C1EF99633DA6E18CDEF0.3E727BAB578C036B89696C51CFBF522CAE788535%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D45b6976c89b84ea7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlBZ2AfkSyhd8usAe32pQ8wkSz2c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D45b6976c89b84ea7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331348390%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E5DAB9DBD7752DE4FE7C1EF99633DA6E18CDEF0.3E727BAB578C036B89696C51CFBF522CAE788535%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D45b6976c89b84ea7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlBZ2AfkSyhd8usAe32pQ8wkSz2c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;die mofo. bee says she will throw pork at your ankles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-5834730573558623323?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=45b6976c89b84ea7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f71449e899d9a2e4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/5834730573558623323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=5834730573558623323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5834730573558623323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5834730573558623323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/pain.html' title='Pain!!!'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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/_prDuiPmkLrw/SSIw3ST8RJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oAnsBDSJuuk/s72-c/DSC00201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518669462211778457.post-5219026761451450917</id><published>2008-11-16T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:08:32.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was a damn tiring day. sex and all that...&lt;br /&gt;totally died man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home pretty late and slept. wow.&lt;br /&gt;then today went out for buffet with family. then went to taka. hung around the toys section looking at cool stuff like nerf guns. omnitrix. flying mosquitos. ironman demo on xbox and devil may cry. which he did too yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to east and saw this girl. called regina. then my sis went to cut her hair then we went home. i did my FIT tutorial and skipped the last question and played dota with felix. lvl 1 we double killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then looked at the financial statements of BH global marine Ltd for my FIT project then decided to let some people do my tedious survey... thanks alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tmr i got to participate in a graded networking session for my bcomm2. which requires formal wear. dont worry i am a king of inpromptu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i have training. but then i got to go sdar to write a report cuz some farking kid broke his arm during polympics. retard. noob. no balance. 530 leh. midway during my training. i'll go at 6. i'll make you wait bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refer to my so's blog for lot 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-5219026761451450917?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/5219026761451450917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=5219026761451450917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5219026761451450917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5219026761451450917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-was-damn-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-1873118115058374973</id><published>2008-11-14T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:56:50.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>polympics futsal was well run BY me. obviously. and my team. was quite happy that we dint have any slip ups. and someone broke his arm today. LOL and i called the ambulance. the operator was john.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite interesting to see what the polympics blog's tag board has... of course i tagged. mr geylang wasnt me fyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Nov 08, 00:43&lt;br /&gt;`aloysius: you know why i wont play? because dont have my favourite touch rugby girls.&lt;br /&gt;14 Nov 08, 00:42&lt;br /&gt;Mr Geylang: If anyone is feeling unhappy for anything, pls do contact me as i know a place that can solve ur problem:)&lt;br /&gt;14 Nov 08, 00:40&lt;br /&gt;XYZ: i win you, abc.&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 23:15&lt;br /&gt;abc: polympics '08 sucks big time! screw you SSC&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 23:15&lt;br /&gt;abc: polympics '08 sucks big time! screw you SSC&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 22:38&lt;br /&gt;asd: eheh, **** larh, what SU organize, **** off, SSC FTW YO!&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 22:29&lt;br /&gt;Alex: if you feel or SUSPECT any players tat come frm DIFF DIV but join polympics,feel free to point them out..but pls back urself up with evidence.&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 13:31&lt;br /&gt;ameer: just effing get that in your head. why cant you all pussies understand that? NO SUCH THING AS IVP FOR TOUCH RUG BOYS.&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 13:30&lt;br /&gt;ameer: pussies seriously.get your facts right before complaining lah okay? is it touch rug's fault that track doesnt allow IVP players to participate? NO SUCH THING AS IVP IN TOUCH RUGBY OK?&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 13:20&lt;br /&gt;`aloysius: OKAY LA OKAY LA I DONT PLAY K. cause i will &gt; all your asses anw.&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 13:07&lt;br /&gt;ameer: eh P. hahah. who are the ivp players in ME? you tell me now.&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 13:07&lt;br /&gt;o: ameer, **** you&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 13:07&lt;br /&gt;o: ameer, **** you&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 13:00&lt;br /&gt;P: eh wtf! ME div touch rugby all IVP players can play. then 4x100m cnnt play! wtf is this! **** you la&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 12:48&lt;br /&gt;ameer: so? do you see one whole team of ivp touch rug girls? no right? if you do come and find me okay? so like i suggest you **** off and dont be a loser to impose as me. 97524357. come&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 11:27&lt;br /&gt;Fredrick: Whoever said Polympics is NOT a success? I am gonna join every year till I grad!&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 11:16&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: Hey! Cheers to Polympics 08! I love the way it was held! So fresh an idea! Cheers to the winners! I am totally coming for next year&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 11:16&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: Hey! Cheers to Polympics 08! I love the way it was held! So fresh an idea! Cheers to the winners! I am totally coming for next year&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 10:20&lt;br /&gt;Cutie: awww who says its a success??? SUCKCess ar?? SU shld take over la.&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 03:09&lt;br /&gt;michelle: to gal: it means 10points will be awarded to those teams who participted but did not fall within 1st-5th position.&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 01:39&lt;br /&gt;to ameer: thanks for ur reply n explanation. appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 01:38&lt;br /&gt;to mel: Are u also trying to say tt the cca could aso allowed ppl from different div to join n become a team? if tts so, why need the div/sch rules? i just need to clarify and some decent answers. thanks&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 01:35&lt;br /&gt;to mel: if u are a SSC committee, i would suggest tt u n the comm shud standardised the whole event since u guys are the main organisers.&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 01:33&lt;br /&gt;to police: *jail&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 01:32&lt;br /&gt;to police: I dont know what u are trying to do but my name has got nothing to do with the polympics that you "want to jial me". Are u hallucinating, delusions or having mental illness?&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 01:12&lt;br /&gt;ameer: but sorry to say that there is a ivp girls touch rug team. and yes. my number has 9 numbers because im indian and i cant count.&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 00:03&lt;br /&gt;ameer: if you guys are really not happy about something or you guys wanna clarify more stuff, just give me a call. 975245357 .&lt;br /&gt;13 Nov 08, 00:02&lt;br /&gt;ameer: eh hello. just wanna let you guys know that there's no such thing as IVP for touch rug guys okay ? so i suggest you guys dont be sore about " ivp players" playin for touch polympics or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;12 Nov 08, 23:52&lt;br /&gt;ameer: eh hello. just wanna let you guys know that there's no such thing as IVP for touch rug guys okay ? so i suggest you guys dont be sore about " ivp players" playin for touch polympics or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;12 Nov 08, 23:39&lt;br /&gt;amanda: i think polympics '08 ROXSS!&lt;br /&gt;12 Nov 08, 23:30&lt;br /&gt;gal: wad u mean by the 'particpation: 10 points each'?&lt;br /&gt;12 Nov 08, 22:54&lt;br /&gt;♥: haha unhappy touch rug player sounds kuuteeeeeeeeeeee . awww. big hug!&lt;br /&gt;12 Nov 08, 22:53&lt;br /&gt;♥: haha unhappy touch rug player sounds kuuteeeeeeeeeeee . awww. big hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Nov 08, 22:05&lt;br /&gt;Alex: yes...postpone to tml evening...&lt;br /&gt;12 Nov 08, 22:03&lt;br /&gt;police: aifah. what kind of name is that? i should jail you for that.&lt;br /&gt;12 Nov 08, 21:01&lt;br /&gt;don: the knockouts of futsal are postponed to tml evening?&lt;br /&gt;12 Nov 08, 21:01&lt;br /&gt;don: the knockouts of futsal are postponed to tml evening&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Nov 08, 16:16&lt;br /&gt;mel: didn't I say, different Sports catergory has got different rules? It's the CCA heads who decide the rules, whether to accept or not, it's stated in their rules and regulations.&lt;br /&gt;12 Nov 08, 14:56&lt;br /&gt;unfair: To police: sorry but am i suppose to cal 999? btw my name is aifah.:)&lt;br /&gt;12 Nov 08, 14:54&lt;br /&gt;Rul: We called the organisers ourselves but they do not give us very good reasonable reasons. And you said that you will look into it but we cannot even get back any answers. Get your facts right. Thanx&lt;br /&gt;12 Nov 08, 14:52&lt;br /&gt;Rul: Polympics this year might look good...but actually it is not...Only the committee will know it...&lt;br /&gt;12 Nov 08, 11:57&lt;br /&gt;police: if you feel unfair, please feel free to call me.&lt;br /&gt;12 Nov 08, 00:30&lt;br /&gt;ben: leave a name &amp;amp; contact number yo. dont rant about something you can't fix. kthxbye.&lt;br /&gt;12 Nov 08, 00:01&lt;br /&gt;SARAHH: woah relax la maybe no money also. &lt;a href="mailto:angtsykid@hotmail.com"&gt;angtsykid@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; for what.&lt;br /&gt;12 Nov 08, 00:00&lt;br /&gt;unfair: lastly. im sorry if i sounded harsh. just that i heard alot of complaints that there are unfairness and stuff going on during the polypimcs.&lt;br /&gt;11 Nov 08, 23:59&lt;br /&gt;unfair: *they do not want to accept the odd group in. N really, do u tink some ppl come from the same div? they just write down the division but they are all not. Do u committe bother to check their sch/div?&lt;br /&gt;11 Nov 08, 23:56&lt;br /&gt;unfair: and i hope that the organiser or committee from each cca will be more professional like not letting a team to go in just because they have grugde on someone or they planned the fixtures so nicely the&lt;br /&gt;11 Nov 08, 23:55&lt;br /&gt;unfair: coz tis year organiser just sucks to the core. Say no ivp player or ppl from that cca to play but wad i see is totally different. take example, ppl from volleyball, touch rugby and trackandfield.&lt;br /&gt;11 Nov 08, 23:41&lt;br /&gt;..: yayaya...success.&lt;br /&gt;11 Nov 08, 21:57&lt;br /&gt;ben: Polympics '08 is already a major sucess. (:&lt;br /&gt;11 Nov 08, 18:15&lt;br /&gt;on the behalf of TEAM HS,: i would like to clarify that the person whose name TEAM HS is just some angry guy, and his views are strictly personal. sorry for the inconvinience caused.&lt;br /&gt;11 Nov 08, 18:15&lt;br /&gt;on the behalf of TEAM HS,: i would like to clarify that the person whose name TEAM HS is just some angry guy, and his views are strictly personal. sorry for the inconvinience caused.&lt;br /&gt;11 Nov 08, 13:32&lt;br /&gt;TEAM HS: if u say u have done soomething but where's e result??..if they haf personal grudges then hw come u can do nth?&lt;br /&gt;11 Nov 08, 11:48&lt;br /&gt;grace: basic respect anymore.Thanks alot for participanting and showing great interest in polympics. Fellow members, please stop entertaining them, cause we know we did what we could : )&lt;br /&gt;11 Nov 08, 11:47&lt;br /&gt;grace: what we could do.We give you guys the respect but it seems to me your childishness has got the better of you, as can be seen in the tag board.I don't see anymore why we should return you guys the&lt;br /&gt;11 Nov 08, 11:46&lt;br /&gt;grace: I think me and my committee had enough of the nonsense or whatever personal grudges you guys have. We are hearing different stories from both sides, and we had tried our best to fit in what was best,&lt;br /&gt;10 Nov 08, 11:50&lt;br /&gt;say can win somemore: say can win somemore&lt;br /&gt;10 Nov 08, 11:49&lt;br /&gt;agreed: agreed&lt;br /&gt;10 Nov 08, 02:15&lt;br /&gt;to team HS: haha, you are just showing everyone why futsal was right in not letting you join, and that you guys are being sore losers. cheers.&lt;br /&gt;9 Nov 08, 23:33&lt;br /&gt;mel: Hi, just in case you guys do not know, each individual sports has its own rules and regulation. Therefore, it's up to the Sports club to decide the number of IVP players.&lt;br /&gt;9 Nov 08, 22:05&lt;br /&gt;Alex: lol..who is afraid tat u will win this year?why must we be afraid?we cant even send our own teams,we have nth to be afraid of...grow up dude..&lt;br /&gt;9 Nov 08, 21:51&lt;br /&gt;TEAM HS: disappointing man...why the futsal team so scared that we'll win this year..&lt;br /&gt;9 Nov 08, 21:50&lt;br /&gt;TEAM HS: lol...futsal team juz scared..&lt;br /&gt;9 Nov 08, 13:40&lt;br /&gt;Alex: long socks and shin pads is a must for futsal.......ignore it at ur own risk of injury..&lt;br /&gt;9 Nov 08, 12:52&lt;br /&gt;SAD: till now i have yet to see a good comment for polympics on this tagboard&lt;br /&gt;9 Nov 08, 12:51&lt;br /&gt;SAD: till now i have yet to see a good comment for polympics on this tagboard&lt;br /&gt;9 Nov 08, 12:50&lt;br /&gt;NP Student: NP POLYMPICS COMITTEE 08 IS HORRIBLE!!!!! 07 WAS A MILLION TIMES BETTER!!! PPLUS SCREW THE DIVISION PART AND MAKE IT OPEN TO ALL NEXT YEAR PLEASE!! WE BEG YOU!! DIVISION STANDARDS IS ANNOYING!!&lt;br /&gt;9 Nov 08, 12:50&lt;br /&gt;NP Student: NP POLYMPICS COMITTEE 08 IS HORRIBLE!!!!! 07 WAS A MILLION TIMES BETTER!!! PPLUS SCREW THE DIVISION PART AND MAKE IT OPEN TO ALL NEXT YEAR PLEASE!! WE BEG YOU!! DIVISION STANDARDS IS ANNOYING!!&lt;br /&gt;9 Nov 08, 12:27&lt;br /&gt;ben: Get something straight, WE DO NOT NEED YOU. You need us. Thank you and I hope you have a nice day. (:&lt;br /&gt;9 Nov 08, 12:25&lt;br /&gt;ben: Go send invites to all the IVP soccer players in NgeeAnn if that makes you happy. Or if you're are REALLY such an unhappy-touchrugby-player, just quit the games will you.&lt;br /&gt;9 Nov 08, 12:23&lt;br /&gt;ben: You have absolutely NO IDEA on the scale of how big this project actually is. If you are so unhappy about IVP players not being allowed to play Futsal, go organize an event of your own.&lt;br /&gt;9 Nov 08, 12:21&lt;br /&gt;ben: To whoever is ranting and expressing all your displeasure, it'll only be nice if you would near your name and contact number. That way, you could organise Polympics next year round.&lt;br /&gt;8 Nov 08, 16:28&lt;br /&gt;to Team HS: better luck next year then.&lt;br /&gt;8 Nov 08, 16:28&lt;br /&gt;unhappy touchrugby player: like that u guys can include fencing or sailing.not many ppl play them too right?silly reasoning.come on.&lt;br /&gt;8 Nov 08, 16:26&lt;br /&gt;unhappy touchrugby player: they dont allow the futsal ivp players to play so why should an exception for touchrugby be made?it's a silly reason to allow touchrugby players by saying that it is not a common sport.come on.&lt;br /&gt;8 Nov 08, 15:00&lt;br /&gt;TEAM HS: i seriously think tat tis is ridiculas...biased organisers...&lt;br /&gt;8 Nov 08, 14:55&lt;br /&gt;TEAM HS: futsal*&lt;br /&gt;8 Nov 08, 14:54&lt;br /&gt;TEAM HS: y cant the futsal team accept a limited no. of 1 IVP player n btw futsay is not soccer...pls correct ur thinking.&lt;br /&gt;8 Nov 08, 14:53&lt;br /&gt;TEAM HS: hw can the polympics organiser do nth when e part of the games organiser is totally bias against a team?&lt;br /&gt;8 Nov 08, 02:01&lt;br /&gt;asd: i think its fair actually, cause touch rugby is not a common game and not much people can play touch rug, so it should be okie for ivp players to join touch rug as long as theres a limit to each team&lt;br /&gt;8 Nov 08, 02:00&lt;br /&gt;asd: i think its fair actually, cause touch rugby is not a common game and not much people can play touch rug, so it should be okie for ivp players to join touch rug as long as theres a limit to each team&lt;br /&gt;8 Nov 08, 01:02&lt;br /&gt;futsal: ya i would oso lyk to noe if long socks and shin pads are a must and u can get disqualified if u dun wear them&lt;br /&gt;8 Nov 08, 00:55&lt;br /&gt;don: are shinguards and long soccer socks compulsory for the futsal?&lt;br /&gt;8 Nov 08, 00:45&lt;br /&gt;unhappy touchrugby player: thats why...not fair....u never allow the soccer players sdo u should not allow the ivp touch rugby players too...make it fair...ifnot they organise and then they win,what's so exciting about that&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Nov 08, 00:13&lt;br /&gt;unhappy touchrugby player: how come ivp touch rugby can join polympics touch rugby?&lt;br /&gt;4 Nov 08, 22:56&lt;br /&gt;TEAM HS: e futsal team is having a personal grudge!...hw can e main organisers do nth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-1873118115058374973?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/1873118115058374973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=1873118115058374973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1873118115058374973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1873118115058374973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/polympics-futsal-was-well-run-by-me.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-3484681711636855128</id><published>2008-11-13T02:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:58:26.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont worry i wont quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-3484681711636855128?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/3484681711636855128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=3484681711636855128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/3484681711636855128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/3484681711636855128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-worry-i-wont-quit.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-8080624126205304160</id><published>2008-11-12T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:58:27.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAILED.</title><content type='html'>All of you girls have officially failed this training session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no re-tests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-8080624126205304160?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/8080624126205304160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is my 101th post. i dint post my 100th because i dint felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a summary of my 100th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problems.&lt;br /&gt;1. no time&lt;br /&gt;2. lousy grades&lt;br /&gt;3. idiots in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;1. futsal taking up too much off my time&lt;br /&gt;2. because of the above thats why im not studying&lt;br /&gt;3. fuck you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solutions.&lt;br /&gt;1. quit futsal.&lt;br /&gt;2. study.&lt;br /&gt;3. focus on important people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after effects.&lt;br /&gt;1. futsal will collaspe&lt;br /&gt;2. maybe i will get better grades than last sem.&lt;br /&gt;3. my life will be more meaningful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pbl guide to solving problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will quit futsal to concentrate on my studies and i will have more time for my bee and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-7632234924257395568?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/7632234924257395568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=7632234924257395568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7632234924257395568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7632234924257395568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-my-101th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-335195488820337205</id><published>2008-11-10T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:53:26.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi everyone. i guess you heard it through the grapevine...&lt;br /&gt;so much for my secret blog. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a referee is tiring. yeah and i gave 2 yellow cards today, or was it 3? alfred i let you be ref tmr. for group D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to bee's place for dinner. the curry chicken was quite nice. and i watched the game plan while bee was doing tutorials. then i slept till 1.30am and then cabbed home. it wasnt my idea, the bed was so tempting, and bee wanted me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think all taiwanese people look alike. just watch erm dont forget the lyrics - taiwan version, which shows on some chinese channel at abt 7-8 plus every sunday. i was forced to watch it two sundays in a row. and i dont get what they are singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ankle is damn pain, from the side. the inner side. i suspect it could be a hairline fracture... its on and off... i'll give it a couple more days, if not im gonna get some duct tape and uhu glue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-335195488820337205?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/335195488820337205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=335195488820337205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/335195488820337205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/335195488820337205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-1340278875424870893</id><published>2008-11-09T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:44:25.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck. im damn pissed. this week 7 days. you have to be angry with me for 6 days. wtf is wrong with you. and you run away for what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking trying to study and van canto is cheering me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear of the dark - van canto&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you think of it. vocals and drums only. cool man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and irritating imposters try to make my life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;wx: now.. that wasn't me&lt;br /&gt;wx: discrimination siol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two were not me. asshole. i dont use siol. its fucking malay. and also normally i wouldnt bother to put the ' in the wasnt. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i got full marks for my FIT quiz. i did it 3 times. lol. i dont think im gonna finish my forex book which is due on monday either. crap. and i have polympics on mon to wed which sucks because im not playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im okay already. no point being upset over loser things to be upset about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-1340278875424870893?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/1340278875424870893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=1340278875424870893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1340278875424870893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1340278875424870893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-6115423941290974716</id><published>2008-11-07T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:51:44.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay went to eat suki buffet today. it was alright, except that my favourite shishamo now comes with crust. shit man. so i kai dao to remove the crust. haha. and we wasted alot of rice, just took the toppings of the sushi lol. and my fav unagi also dint taste nice. i felt that overall it was okay, maybe next time eat al la carte la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today after financial planning lecture there was this talk on getting a Cert on (CFPcm) It is CRETIFIED FINANCIAL PLANNER, its a professional certification for financial advisors etc. i might be enrolling. it has 6 modules. and the first module's textbook is 3 times the thickness of a BSTATS book. 0.0  but it would be held in next years april holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is guys polympics.&lt;br /&gt;eh so got any more helpers wanna help out?&lt;br /&gt;so far, got alfred and felix confirm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-6115423941290974716?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/6115423941290974716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=6115423941290974716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6115423941290974716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6115423941290974716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-went-to-eat-suki-buffet-today.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-7305923747631395115</id><published>2008-11-06T11:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:53:42.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just woke up... =D and im feeling damn happy about it. because all you people have school. and i DONT. =) alright man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to the girls. Its a great learning experience for us, i hope everyone can improve together, dont worry about the result and other people who will put us down. Life is like that. so yeah. as long as we stick together as team , we'll be fine. i dont have alot to type. just refer to the other's blogs. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-7305923747631395115?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/7305923747631395115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=7305923747631395115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7305923747631395115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7305923747631395115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-8913654217260318696</id><published>2008-11-05T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:20:34.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>play sommore la. the ankle more injured. you are going to permernantly damage your ankle ligament. dont listen right. its your problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-8913654217260318696?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/8913654217260318696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=8913654217260318696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/8913654217260318696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/8913654217260318696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/play-sommore-la.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-8212973664715866940</id><published>2008-11-04T10:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:05:19.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. i woke up at 9am today. and my bcomm2 is at 9. so i called in sick... better not go late again, even if i did, i would reach like abt 940am. and tan eng is quite bias, so yeah. better sick than late. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-8212973664715866940?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/8212973664715866940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=8212973664715866940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/8212973664715866940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/8212973664715866940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-4561645695794206876</id><published>2008-11-03T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T01:40:35.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today spent the day with bee. was great fun... except that someone was being a pig. and i chionged my executive summary at 11 plus at bee's hive. felix you piece of shit. you better do more in the long report...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-4561645695794206876?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/4561645695794206876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=4561645695794206876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4561645695794206876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4561645695794206876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-spent-day-with-bee.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-5706244889625157523</id><published>2008-11-01T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:26:21.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yayy. 6-3 seh. actually i honestly think we play like shit. but still can win. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legs are dead for the night. no sex for me man. sorry bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just joking. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-5706244889625157523?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/5706244889625157523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=5706244889625157523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5706244889625157523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5706244889625157523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/11/yayy.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-4346837871383050747</id><published>2008-10-31T08:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:11:15.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yayy. i got my account back. im happy. sian tmr gotta wake up soooo early... and the ligament on my left knee is injured.&lt;br /&gt;cui already la. got 2 tutorials later and i haven done anything... and my tutors are those type who checks and are very niao. damn tired. but its okay, i am ninja, everything is settled. because i am ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justin=fake ninja&lt;br /&gt;ninjakiwi=me=real ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go get ready for sch. -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-4346837871383050747?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/4346837871383050747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=4346837871383050747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4346837871383050747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4346837871383050747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/10/yayy_31.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-9064461333552137280</id><published>2008-10-30T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:55:28.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck man. first friendster, the msn and email. wtf man. fucking loser, why you wanna hack all my accounts? and you wanna sour my relationship? omg. screenshot my stuff and alter and send it to my gf for fuck sia. bitch. i will hunt you down. i'm already thinking of what to do to you. maybe i'll just get my neighbour who is gang contacts to really do something to you. or i can beat your ass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will seive you out you weasel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-9064461333552137280?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/9064461333552137280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=9064461333552137280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/9064461333552137280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/9064461333552137280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuck-man.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-1499348357817976503</id><published>2008-10-29T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:01:10.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>get a fucking life la okay. lol some people are just so stupid. no one wears a stupid square neck to play rugby.maybe i should say, trying to play rugby. oh yah, with a busted ankle... resembles a duck trying hard to fit in. haha. maybe you should pick up swimming so maybe you could lose some fats and you can wear a tube top to training!  __ dig my nose asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ninjaweed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-1499348357817976503?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/1499348357817976503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=1499348357817976503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1499348357817976503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1499348357817976503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/10/get-fucking-life-la-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-4368825004245453743</id><published>2008-10-23T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:20:08.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can go ninja in like poof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some weed man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i only have one blog. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i dont publicise, thats why not many people know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you know then good for you. an insight to a complicated life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-4368825004245453743?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/4368825004245453743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=4368825004245453743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4368825004245453743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4368825004245453743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-can-go-ninja-in-like-poof.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-1848529577409014174</id><published>2008-10-17T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:16:43.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>obama pawns mccain in the presidential debate man. i watch the whole thing last night, and it took about  1.5 hours. quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went for lecture and then went home to relax.&lt;br /&gt;bee...i promise i'll take you for suki buffet alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched failure to launch. had pizza and noodles for lunch. and watched BEN10 double episodes on CN. nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school network cant have a static ip... shit man. so i have to keep switching between dynamic and static ips when i go to sch and come home, if not my torrent wont work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually listened in financial planning lecture today... and bought the 35 bucks financial calclator... i aim to do well this sem... cant be shaoed anymore. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still not reading my library books. there is always something better to do...&lt;br /&gt;i feel like sleeping. i cant believe i just wasted a fucking friday afternoon...just relaxing... i feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt; and yesterday was pay day. yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-1848529577409014174?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/1848529577409014174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=1848529577409014174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1848529577409014174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1848529577409014174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/10/obama-pawns-mccain-in-presidential.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-5316348693823573409</id><published>2008-10-15T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:00:55.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>training today. my lecture starts at 11. i dont know if i should go. then i got to wait till 5 for training. retarded. i kinda like buddy hoagies. i like the style. but i feel improvements can still be made... one day, im gonna open up my own american diner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ngeeannpolympics.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ngeeannpolympics.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my team and i are organising the futsal competition this year. but now, the format of the games have changed. the teams are to be of the same school only, eg BA, LSCT...  so its like inter faculty games..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i wanna join the touch rug one. beat caleb's ass out of his ass. HA HA just kidding. i wont even need to try. pun intended?  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-5316348693823573409?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/5316348693823573409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=5316348693823573409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5316348693823573409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5316348693823573409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/10/training-today.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-5456048755903382498</id><published>2008-10-12T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:46:20.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yayy. finally. attachment is over. but i'm abit sad to go also. anyway tmr is the first day of school. i'm considering whether to skip bcom2. hmm. maybe i'll go for half or something. then got training. our sch library is damn good. it has all the books which i want, nlb has them too, but its always on loan. but in the sch library, its all available. haha stupid poly students... dont read at all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-5456048755903382498?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/5456048755903382498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=5456048755903382498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5456048755903382498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5456048755903382498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/10/yayy.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-5621530116757870706</id><published>2008-10-07T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:20:46.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another boring day at the office. yes and we have tv's in the lift. so most major markets around the world are down again... its like a chain effect following the lack of investor confidence due to panic selling. although the 700billion bailout plan was approved, markets continued to fall. i think that investors have lost confidence in the plan and the US govt's ability to save the financial system. so what if you have the 700billion plan? its going to be in effect slowly. we need the liquidity now assholes. i'd rather the US govt never had this plan and instead tried to save failing banks like what they did to AIG, or fannie mae and freddie mac. i felt that IF the us govt had prevented lehman brothers from bankruptcy, things would have been different. slightly. there would be more confidence in the market and it probably would not have been so bad, as people would not be as tight with their money as now. and, singaporeans are so kia si. come on la. would you honestly think AIG would fail? what would happen to man utd then. nah just kidding, jokes aside. AIG is of too much importance in world markets for the us govt to actually allow it to fail. why terminate your insurance policies? if something happens, you are going to need it most during this period of financial turmoil. no bank is gonna lend you money for medical. and MAS has assured us that AIA has met the required reserve ratio for enough liquidity, and true enough, it posted financial figures to tell singaporeans straight to the face " I told you so, assholes." yes. AIG's stock rebounded and some suckers who suckered out were left to lick their wounds. and AIA has also been kind enough to offer dumb singaporeans who terminated their policies a chance to reinstate their policies at no charge. i wonder who actually reinstated theirs. like a singaporean is going to an AIA office embarrassed, and the AIA staff sniggering implying that they did something stupid. yeah, thanks goodness the us govt saved AIG with a 85billion dollar loan. if they didnt.... HAHA. govts around the world will ostracize the us govt and cut off their balls. i was reading this article on why the 700billion dollar plan would not work. i forgot the points. yeah but i what i remembered was that by buying up toxic assets, the price which the assets are bought would be overvalued. which i totally agree on. it defeats the purpose of readjusting the maket to its equilbrium level. and by buying up these assets, the govt is either going to sell them low or hold it. what for? what the banks need now is equity injection to improve liquidity. But, consumers are not going to invest, especially not now. nor are they going to spend to stimulate the economy either. they are keeping their money in their pockets or in commodities, which apparently now appears to be inflated. eg gold. what some banks are doing now, they are encouraging more equity injection through more share offerings. which is exactly what the other banks should do. since interbank lending is non-existent now and credit is mostly frozen, interest rates would definately be low. loans would be cheaper. but with much much much much more stringent lending conditions.&lt;br /&gt;so it all started with the lehman brothers. blame who? now. the financial turmoil is spreading towards europe and asia. i think europe will be quite bad. for asia not so. most growth is driven by internal factors and is self sustaining. at least for now. for most asian countries at least. except japan. haha. poor guys. many of their banks have over exposed their assets to american financial assets. so now they will be feeling the pinch. as for the others, its not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;i rather play forex. whether markets are up or down, you can profit, its a zero sum game. just what the world financial system needs now, speculating assholes like me. who dont give a damn about other people's money. hahaha. sorry. good luck to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-5621530116757870706?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/5621530116757870706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=5621530116757870706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5621530116757870706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5621530116757870706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-boring-day-at-office.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-5038321297383081116</id><published>2008-10-05T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:52:21.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 more fucking days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people keep putting a Lol after every sentence or whatever. as a reply on its own. its irritating, when the subject is not even funny. its used like what salt is like to salted fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who here agrees elizabethtown is a nice show? actually, its one of my favourite shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-5038321297383081116?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/5038321297383081116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=5038321297383081116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5038321297383081116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/5038321297383081116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-more-fucking-days.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-7517569747989112699</id><published>2008-10-02T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:39:11.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me sad. they are going to discontinue the production of slr. nvm i have another reason to be happy. the amg SL65. cool shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mercedes-amg.com/SL65BlackSeries/"&gt;http://www.mercedes-amg.com/SL65BlackSeries/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet no one can tahan waiting for the page to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yess....5 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the weekend with a perfect companion. and i had no idea that batman begins was a pre-dark knight show with relation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its valencia, not valentia. ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-7517569747989112699?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/7517569747989112699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=7517569747989112699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7517569747989112699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/7517569747989112699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-244335083752523595</id><published>2008-09-28T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:47:22.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things about CHINA</title><content type='html'>1. Yao Ming&lt;br /&gt;2. Milk products which kill.&lt;br /&gt;3. world largest exporter of prostitudes and china women as cheap labour in our coffeeshops.&lt;br /&gt;4. reliable spacesuits for taikonauts, hopefully. as they plan their moonlanding. its made in china still.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pirated stuff. whatever you see in the world, you can be sure there is a copy in china.&lt;br /&gt;6. original rip offs. wow, congrats to the chinamen for coming up with geely cars, which look strangely similar to the designs of mercedes.&lt;br /&gt;7. reliability of goods. who has heard of a good quality china product? apart from white rabbit candy and pandas and their bamboos. cherry QQ is a good example of a china made product which has the lowest crash rating. you wouldnt want to be in that car when it crashes. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;8. They have alot of bicycles.&lt;br /&gt;9. They have even more people.&lt;br /&gt;10. "Made in China" sign on almost everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-244335083752523595?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/244335083752523595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=244335083752523595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/244335083752523595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/244335083752523595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/09/10-things-about-china.html' title='10 things about CHINA'/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-2189976626581097839</id><published>2008-09-28T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:35:56.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay one thing.&lt;br /&gt;*when i go to people's blogs. the most irritating thing is that they play music on their blogs.  -__-&lt;br /&gt;Because im playing music at the same time , i have to locate the player on their blogs and turn it off. yes. and its every blog that i go to that seems to be playing music. and since i dont save many blog pages, i just save one and that blog to go to other people's blog though that blog. and everytime i go back, the song replays. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this is in general only. i very hum ji, dont want to incur the warth of any netizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you baby. for drawing me a timetable. i think i will like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-2189976626581097839?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/2189976626581097839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=2189976626581097839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2189976626581097839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2189976626581097839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-one-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-1929223660565489705</id><published>2008-09-25T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:51:31.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes!! today is thursday!&lt;br /&gt;tmr is friday! its good that today is a thursday because tomorrow has to be a friday.  im so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to through the fire and flames now. its pretty good except that they kinda went overboard with the guitar solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today on my way home i saw this guy in a wheelchair. in office wear, being pushed by an older man, i suppose was his dad. this guy was about 30 plus yeah, and appears that his dad brings him to and fro from work. i was quite touched. i was like 'wow. at least there's people like this in this world.' and consoled myself. i was in fact feeling very sorry for the world and the ignorant people in singapore who like everyone else, place work above many more important things. respect and admiration to people who make sacrifices for loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-1929223660565489705?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/1929223660565489705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=1929223660565489705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1929223660565489705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/1929223660565489705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-today-is-thursday-tmr-is-friday-its.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-2634280614984396570</id><published>2008-09-23T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:27:40.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>excel is like a wife.&lt;br /&gt;shes hard to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;very complicated.&lt;br /&gt;gives you tired eyes.&lt;br /&gt;and frustrates you sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;but something a business cannot live without. very useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dare say i'm an expert at pivot tables already. been doing it the whole few weeks. the guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felix dont try to be funny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i need the product key when i want to UNinstall adobe premier pro 1.5 ---- its really retarded that i should need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indians are the only race who have distinct traditions. they have a culture. they have a sense of belongings to their society. chinese are the worst. yah SPGs and all that. wanna be someone they are not. like so cool and shit. heard someone say" ooh i wanna be angmoh... they are so pretty, so nice features" how do you know? beauty is what they society forces us to conform to the standard. if the society thinks that william hung is a dashing charming man with lots of balls. we will think that way too. how do we really know that beauty is beauty and ugly is ugly? maybe the "right" one should be beauty is ugly and ugly is beauty. we wouldnt really know. its what the society wants us to think. so that they can market their labels and products that really seem to enhance your looks towards that idea of beauty. its their idea of beauty that makes us believe that it really is beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever man. malays are becoming like chinese. minahs wanna be chinese. chinese gals wanna be malay gals and hang out with malay guys. im not saying that this is bad. yes, the govt encourages intercultural interaction. yes. we are losing it. the distinction of our own communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respect to those who embrace their traditions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-2634280614984396570?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/2634280614984396570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=2634280614984396570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2634280614984396570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/2634280614984396570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/09/excel-is-like-wife.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-8920120947713195361</id><published>2008-09-21T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:39:41.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESSS!!! die mutherpharking bitch. eradicated the virus and probs from my comp... now wondows explorer is working fine. i really rock man. if it was some other dude, he would probably had just given up and reformatted his com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i watched the manutd-chelsea match. okay la, 1-1. manutd goal was nice. i like evra. but my favorite player wes brown never play...sian. and through out the second half, i was sleeping. -.- i only woke up to see the chelsea goal and the saga at the end. lol. dramakings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy..end of weekend. wa heng, i remembered to submit my fornightly log...i just did it. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-8920120947713195361?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/8920120947713195361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=8920120947713195361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/8920120947713195361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/8920120947713195361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesss-die-mutherpharking-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-6673296805092388045</id><published>2008-09-21T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:48:26.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still trying to fix my windows explorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. its irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-6673296805092388045?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/6673296805092388045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=6673296805092388045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6673296805092388045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6673296805092388045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-8071723907436731624</id><published>2008-09-19T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:27:29.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 more weeks my friend. and i'm really doing analysis now. okay first i have to go through call data and seperate them, then predict the trend for the types of calls and then help the project team, which i am in, to strategise a strategy to maximise the service level of the the Corporate Service Centre. i did until i got a headache. whole afternoon been staring at the comp. and to make things worse, someone got a little uptight over a comment. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the physiotherapy was crap. spelt with a uppercase C R A P. okay haha. seriously man, the little weight training methods are more suitable for old folks and its NOT gonna take the fluid out of my joints mann.... confirm have to go for surgery. androscopy. they call it. or something like that. but its quite minor nowadays because they have this new non-evasive method. but still, it has its complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every played the crocodile dentist toy? cuz its like staring at me noww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my comp is handicapped now. windows explorer keeps on crashing now for no apparent reason. bullshit. so now when i open any applications, i try not to use windows explorer, less it crashes again. and i scanned my com. i used 2 spyware scanners and 2 anti virus scanners. wow. i was amazed by the results. 500+ spyware and 50 viruses and trojans. wth man. so wonder lately its so fucking lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see the orange lambourghini everyday on the day home on the 75. the owner lives at zion road area. it will the lambourghini in front, and the audi TT behind. and i see it there everyday. either the owner doesnt go out, or he has another spare car for his daily use. couldnt haven been a lady. ladies prefer mercedes. especially the SLK. yup. and i saw a mazda rx-8 with chrome wheels. YES. CHROME wheels. cool shit man. the car SUCKS....yeah and normally i dont say this but, yeah, it looked good. yes, and i saw a ferrari today. it was a grey convertible, an F430 i think. i like it alot. prefer it over lambourghinis. now that i'm in shenton way everyday, porches are very common. i do like the shape though. very classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the one practised in singapore that you cannot find overseas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. its very aparent. especially in market street food centre. using tissue paper to 'chop' (reserve) seats while queuing up for food. all i can say is. -_______- typical singaporean behaviour. dont wanna comment anymore, i might incur the warth of singaporeans and whether i go there for lunch next time, i'll be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game capitalism 2 is damn hard. roller coaster tycoon 3 is too easy. halo 2 infects my comp with viruses. CS makes me dizzy. warcraft is boring. maybe i should just stick to pokemon. i'll go download the emulator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay happy everyone. if you are not happy, then be happy. then when you are happy, you can stay happy. if it doesnt work, repeat from beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-8071723907436731624?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/8071723907436731624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=8071723907436731624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/8071723907436731624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/8071723907436731624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-more-weeks-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-6863101065497010029</id><published>2008-09-17T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:09:18.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have finished 1984 by george owell. its quite good. not many people can appreciate this kind of book. yayy, i got no work tmr..!!! so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with my cousin today for lunch had some jap food at some jap resaurant. she works at bank of east asia. so its quite near. i dont like wasabi. i dont understand how people can like it. -.- seriously, it has a taste of its own, its doesnt complement the food. it strongly contrasts it. so i dont understand why people eat alot of it. -.- it totally spoils the original taste of the food.  and the people who came up with wasabi coated peas are retarded. its not all that appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 10 songs for accompanying me on road trips. if you like them, then you can take a road trip with me. if not dont bother. btw its not in order. lazy to arrange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. highway star&lt;br /&gt;2. temple of the king&lt;br /&gt;3. if everyone cared&lt;br /&gt;4. come as you are&lt;br /&gt;5.half the man i used to be&lt;br /&gt;6. free bird&lt;br /&gt;7.rock rock&lt;br /&gt;8.in bloom&lt;br /&gt;9.money for nothing&lt;br /&gt;10.through the fire and flames&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-6863101065497010029?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/6863101065497010029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=6863101065497010029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6863101065497010029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/6863101065497010029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-finished-1984-by-george-owell.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-4706772139880295712</id><published>2008-09-14T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:23:51.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually i've typed something nasty but i totally deleted the paragraph. for the good of everyone. i shall be happy. life is too short to be unhappy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ns is for everyone. ns is a crime. omg its stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AK3wi2Tt4Pc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AK3wi2Tt4Pc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.... i like the part where the military tune comes in and 'majulah singapura' came out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i wanna learn muay thai too. so i can beat up my girlfriend in the future. now with my current skillsets, i cant beat a wrestler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im downloading another version of halo 2... my previous one got bug. and its fricking unpatchable cuz bloody microsoft dont wanna let me alter my system32 files. retard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;def leppard is good man. yes and now i like taylor swift.&lt;br /&gt;rollercoaster tycoon 3 is abit borrring. i played 10 mins of it and got largely uninterested. i just dled capitalism 2, i hope its a good game. read up that its quite a good business game. and i'm still trying out forex trading software.... actually all about the same la, and the pips all also about the same....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-4105931559693471375</id><published>2008-09-13T15:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:33:04.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Good luck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i just say "thanks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people keep wishing each other in the first place? the point is to gain as many return well wishes of luck?? -__- i dont nderstand people. what is the point of it anyway man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get people wishing my luck hmmm, before an exam, or a soccer game. i'll be like "thanks, but i dont need luck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then why dont you see people wishing each other luck when they really need it? like for example when buying 4D or toto. you dont see anyone wishing luck at singapore pools either. are people that selfish to want to hold on to all possible luck they have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. what is luck? yes, luck is whatever that occurs beyond a person's control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wikipedia says "Luck refers to that which happens beyond a person's control. This view incorporates phenomena that are chance happenings, a person's place of birth for example, but where there is no uncertainty involved, or where the uncertainty is irrelevant. Within this framework one can differentiate between three different types of luck:&lt;br /&gt;Constitutional luck, that is, luck with factors that cannot be changed. Place of birth and genetic constitution are typical examples.&lt;br /&gt;Circumstantial luck, that is, luck with factors that are haphazardly brought on. Accidents and epidemics are typical examples.&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance luck, that is, luck with factors one does not know about. Examples can be identified only in &lt;a title="Hindsight bias" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hindsight_bias"&gt;hindsight&lt;/a&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"another view holds that "luck is probability taken personally". A &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Rationalist" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rationalist"&gt;rationalist&lt;/a&gt; approach to luck includes the application of the rules of &lt;a title="Probability" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Probability"&gt;probability&lt;/a&gt;, and an avoidance of &lt;a title="Scientific method" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scientific_method"&gt;unscientific&lt;/a&gt; beliefs. The &lt;a title="Rationalism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rationalism"&gt;rationalist&lt;/a&gt; feels the belief in luck is a result of poor reasoning or &lt;a title="Wishful thinking" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wishful_thinking"&gt;wishful thinking&lt;/a&gt;. To a rationalist, a believer in luck commits the "&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Post hoc, ergo propter hoc" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Post_hoc,_ergo_propter_hoc"&gt;post hoc, ergo propter hoc&lt;/a&gt;" logical fallacy, which argues that because two events are connected sequentially, they are connected causally as well"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i absoultely believe in this. you absoultely need luck when you know you dont have the ability to make things work or whatever, when the situation is actually out of your hands.&lt;br /&gt;when people say good luck before an exam, what does it actually mean. do you notice usually all the nerds who study alot and coincidentally get high scores dont wish for luck in return... yeah. i mean what could possibly happen in an exam that is totally out of your control? maybe its the topics that would come out. but then again, these are spoonfed to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll go play halo 2 now. bye.   i have lats. you have  _ _ _ _. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-4105931559693471375?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/4105931559693471375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=4105931559693471375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4105931559693471375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4105931559693471375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-luck-yeah-i-just-say-thanks-why-do.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</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-2518669462211778457.post-4737419932699540541</id><published>2008-09-11T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:04:04.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need a new external hard disk!!! damn. my music alone is 27 GB. -__- and my com is running out of space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes!!!! finally, the weekend is near. i can soo smell it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been practising the wealth management quiz on OCBC dot com. my high score is 1985. got try it. i will post a link later, and maybe try to get a new high score. bet no one can beat me. not even david philbrick conner. ceo of ocbc. hng work.is is what i do when i get too bored during work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ocbc.com.sg/wealth_mgmt/tools/game/eng_game/wm_game.htm"&gt;http://www.ocbc.com.sg/wealth_mgmt/tools/game/eng_game/wm_game.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited post*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518669462211778457-4737419932699540541?l=weilala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/feeds/4737419932699540541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518669462211778457&amp;postID=4737419932699540541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4737419932699540541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518669462211778457/posts/default/4737419932699540541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weilala.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-new-external-hard-disk-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>wei xiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760823671087285536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
