<?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-18473697</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:13:03.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>myblogg</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18473697.post-7464953993943369942</id><published>2009-11-26T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T15:37:07.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>masters finals today. let's do this.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-7464953993943369942?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7464953993943369942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=7464953993943369942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7464953993943369942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7464953993943369942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/11/masters-finals-today.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-5022224583816919594</id><published>2009-10-18T23:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:37:55.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spent an hour playing guitar. feels reaaal good. need to get faster fingers! anyhow. blog. hello. o's is around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;do i think i can do it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;should i be working harder?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;uhh.. yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;that wasn't convincing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; yes; i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;IT'S SO TEMPING TO SLACK! PFFT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-5022224583816919594?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5022224583816919594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=5022224583816919594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/5022224583816919594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/5022224583816919594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/10/spent-hour-playing-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-6839890359041931338</id><published>2009-10-18T23:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:35:28.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>too often we don't realize&lt;br /&gt;what we have until it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;too often we wait too late&lt;br /&gt;to say "im sorry, i was wrong."&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it seems we hurt the ones&lt;br /&gt;we hold dearest to our hearts&lt;br /&gt;and we allow foolish things&lt;br /&gt;to tear our lives apart.&lt;br /&gt;far too many times we let&lt;br /&gt;unimportant things into our minds&lt;br /&gt;and then it's usually too late&lt;br /&gt;to see what made us blind.&lt;br /&gt;so be sure that you let people know&lt;br /&gt;how much they mean to you&lt;br /&gt;take that time to say the words&lt;br /&gt;before your time is through.&lt;br /&gt;be sure that you appreciate&lt;br /&gt;everything you've got&lt;br /&gt;and be thankful for the little things&lt;br /&gt;in life that mean a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stumbled across this looking at a facebook profile - it's very refreshing to see things like this. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-6839890359041931338?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6839890359041931338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=6839890359041931338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6839890359041931338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6839890359041931338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-often-we-dont-realize-what-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-6679803411672351983</id><published>2009-10-18T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T06:32:33.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Bella,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how you feel. I'm now reading up New Moon and I'm at page 350.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-6679803411672351983?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6679803411672351983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=6679803411672351983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6679803411672351983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6679803411672351983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-bella-i-know-how-you-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-6176934259578743573</id><published>2009-09-17T04:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:33:28.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ran with scott today, he's so fast, it's really tiring to try and keep pace. felt my heart pumping after just half an hour, aches in my chest got me worried for awhile, but i'm all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back some more prelim results yesterday, i got an F9 for social studies, lowest in class by one mark. going to try and hit the mark of A1 and doubtlessly claim the "most improved" title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta mug, going downstairs. let's do this thing - o'levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-6176934259578743573?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6176934259578743573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=6176934259578743573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6176934259578743573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6176934259578743573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/09/ran-with-scott-today-hes-so-fast-its.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-7724304069020199588</id><published>2009-09-15T03:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T03:23:20.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so tired- school is draining me. i wish my teachers would stop chasing me for work. i know i'm meant to hand in everything but there's so much to do i'm just going to work with what's most efficient in getting my weaker subjects up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. besides that! prelims are over, and people have been telling me that you only need one month to study for o's, here goes baby, here goes.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-7724304069020199588?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7724304069020199588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=7724304069020199588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7724304069020199588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7724304069020199588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-tired-school-is-draining-me.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-8973023130063897779</id><published>2009-09-14T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:58:44.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something i learned in the yesterday of tomorrow, shown to me by the yesterday of today - faith is holding on when there seems to be no reason to anymore. it's beyond human means of comprehension; it's the mark of the divine.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-8973023130063897779?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8973023130063897779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=8973023130063897779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/8973023130063897779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/8973023130063897779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-i-learned-in-yesterday-of.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-8003863119712538169</id><published>2009-09-14T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:54:30.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in love with the song The Kill by 30 seconds to mars. that's one of the few songs that has screaming i like. the lead singer is so good! pfft. lessons. classes. drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o'levels is up around the last bend, here i go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-8003863119712538169?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8003863119712538169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=8003863119712538169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/8003863119712538169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/8003863119712538169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-love-with-song-kill-by-30-seconds-to.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-6174567301790495840</id><published>2009-07-10T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:17:56.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick of my address and my template -.-" so i won't blog. &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-6174567301790495840?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6174567301790495840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=6174567301790495840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6174567301790495840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6174567301790495840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sick-of-my-address-and-my-template.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-7247625484058013453</id><published>2009-06-13T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T04:02:10.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i must have needed that extra rest SO BAD. i slept like a pig, i couldn't move my arms when i tried to go to the gym. the last three and a half hours were just dreamless rest, i feel like i can think faster, maybe move faster. the last part seems almost funny, i'm tempted to think it's psychological - i can almost SEE better. oO&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-7247625484058013453?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7247625484058013453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=7247625484058013453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7247625484058013453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7247625484058013453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-must-have-needed-that-extra-rest-so.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-2034481829768773303</id><published>2009-06-11T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:09:01.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>altruism is the act of giving without expecting in return.&lt;br /&gt;i must learn to expect - nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a painfully ironic icon of perpetual truth: the worst, most heartbreaking, moments shown with care and taken with silence and a smile are really the moments with the most love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence beckons a liberating heartbreak; an early conclusion to an otherwise endless love story,&lt;br /&gt;words beckon a painfully thin walkway of love. spattered with anguish and love; psychedelic colours painting a striking panorama, both ugly and beautiful at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who makes the call?&lt;br /&gt;what IS the call?&lt;br /&gt;i know silence, for me, only predecesses regret. but what of us? am i sufficient to decide for the both? since when do i have such right or authority? DO I then have the ability to choose?&lt;br /&gt;what is the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confusion and insanity edge ever closer to the brink in this article of my heartless homicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-2034481829768773303?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2034481829768773303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=2034481829768773303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2034481829768773303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2034481829768773303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/altruism-is-act-of-giving-without.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-2156436286455349604</id><published>2009-06-02T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:06:22.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okaay. time to update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that happened in the last 2 months (or so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got into the second round of AYG!&lt;br /&gt;homework is killing me&lt;br /&gt;training is tiring&lt;br /&gt;body's feeling drained, absolutely drained of energy&lt;br /&gt;i need to buck up and stop slacking! (in both my physical exercise and my work)&lt;br /&gt;i started bucking up and slacking less&lt;br /&gt;i got into the last round of AYG!&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the AYG bowling team! *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;yay. hooray. i was on national TV, looked like a clown&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying from work&lt;br /&gt;training is tiring&lt;br /&gt;i got my ass up to gym! woohoo. in record time. 45 mins with cardio i think? not good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethings more recent. i went to school! whopeedoo, what holidays right? i knoww. don't ask. school holidays mean that we stay at home, not that we actually have HOLIDAYS. not in their original non-contextual meanings anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary.com says holidays are "a period of cessation from work or one of recreation; vacation." obviously singapore's term of "school holidays" are all oxymorons. we don't exactly have freedom from work, nor the period of recreation termed by a "holiday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, complaining won't get my ass anywhere. let's get whoopin' and convince meself that exams are FUN; i can try to trash people (while facing the possibility, not probability mind you, of getting trashed). work! i have to finish up chem. i'll do it on the MRT on the way to school tomorrow. i think i just had a really great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ssc gave us this jacket and tracksuit for AYG, it's really pretty. sigh, my whole life recently has been AYG. i'm looking forward to it so much, but also to the days that come after it. [S]tudies and [S]ports can take a toll on people, just like our school-coined term that we're all familiar with, everyone say... *hint* you're supposed to say SS! really loudly in your room or wherever you are, just for the heck of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i'm kinda tired. wooh, lookatthetime. it's already 1. die die die. 6 hours of sleep! not enough. tomorrow (or today) faces new challenges! FREE (there all the singaporean stares) sports physio/massage by SSC, and a LUNG TEST? pls msg me to let me know what that is if you're informed, i don't exactly enjoy being freaked out by probing devices. being freaked out otherwise once in awhile is okay. once in a very very very long while. like 100 years. okay, actually. it's still not okay. no freaking out's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-2156436286455349604?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2156436286455349604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=2156436286455349604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2156436286455349604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2156436286455349604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/okaay.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-3112464111960086871</id><published>2009-02-27T23:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:08:32.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't blogged for reaaaally long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to bowl. finally seem to get my release right. like, the tilt back in my axis (get it? axis tilt! LOL. not funny ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andd today's so free! i have free time but i don't get to do what i want with it. the paradox of the school worker's saturdays ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; i guess that's what they mean by "you get to have your cake but can't eat it."&lt;br /&gt;(the sentence still doesn't make much sense unless being referred to by a real-life example.)&lt;br /&gt;like, if you HAVE your cake, why on earth will you NOT eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today i've got my cake(free-time), but i can't eat it(use it to totally relax relax). i have to WORKK. and my rapidly growing layer of stomach fat tells me i have to gym too. soo. gym now. maybe work later, if i don't succumb to the persistant and appealing temptation of dota. after all, it IS a weekend. right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-3112464111960086871?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3112464111960086871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=3112464111960086871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3112464111960086871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3112464111960086871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-havent-blogged-for-reaaaally-long.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-6892791504591596840</id><published>2009-02-20T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:01:17.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the day the government realises that a nations happiness quotient is more important than economical factors, they will turn to religion. because, in my opinion, there will come a day when they see that neither wealth nor poverty brings about happiness. and only religion, faith in the unseen, the trust in the intangible, can fill up a void caused by generations worth of seeking materialistic satisfaction. i hope i can be a happy person. if my definition of happiness stands; i hope to be a holistic, godly person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-6892791504591596840?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6892791504591596840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=6892791504591596840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6892791504591596840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6892791504591596840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-government-realises-that-nations.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-9042430423166448689</id><published>2009-02-19T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:34:26.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo. on my way back from gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random guy: *looks at chris*&lt;br /&gt;chris (wanting to avoid awkward silence): Morning!&lt;br /&gt;some random guy: morning *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we drink from the water cooler;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random guy: are you from swimming?&lt;br /&gt;chris: what?&lt;br /&gt;some random guy: swimming?&lt;br /&gt;chris: no, i'm actually a bowler, but thanks for the compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GRINZXZ* :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-9042430423166448689?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/9042430423166448689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=9042430423166448689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/9042430423166448689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/9042430423166448689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-3356712092693919296</id><published>2009-02-18T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:59:30.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello blogg. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, today i had a loong school day. the first day that my timetable was full up with lessons. i think wednesday is my longest schooling-week day. at least mon and tues have free periods (since i'm not taking chinese! :D) and friday ends early, let's see about thursday. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm full on on thursday tooo. oh no, lucky i have sleep in tmr. hmmm, have to study hardcore for trigo tmr, since i don't have any lessons on that. and i failed last year's trigo major mod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about bowling! i bowled 6 games today at trainingg. i only had one game above 200, the other games were 181, 191, 198, 188, 200++, 185. let's see. i was 41 up 200 average total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right, for those that bothered to count :D i almost had it, but almost doesn't count. NOT REALLY! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used 2 balls on 2 lanes, NXT-G by storm on the left, and Wasabi by ABS/AK-OK on the right. the right was superduperfreakingultimatedryness. couldn't stand it. die die die, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i just saw the coolest video yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the one. yep. hmmm. start studying. byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-3356712092693919296?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3356712092693919296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=3356712092693919296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3356712092693919296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3356712092693919296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-blogg.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-7342932792338392697</id><published>2009-02-15T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:23:16.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helloo. today was alright i guess, first day back at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had english, ms ong is so good with words, so humble she keeps saying that "she cannot ever construct a phrase like Rachel Carson did." the phrase is listed below, really quite beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so exquisite was the beauty of things ephemeral".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. had geography. mr jiao is quite funny. like his accent, makes listening so much easier. all teachers should have a relaxed but clearly enunciated tone like his. sounds like a well-tuned guitar :D. nothing jarring to the ears. ahhhh. i have to start mugging, this is so sad. i've got training sooooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF this week's singing all the nice songs, but i really doubt i can be there. good luck guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;imy already&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-7342932792338392697?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7342932792338392697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=7342932792338392697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7342932792338392697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7342932792338392697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/helloo.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-1568894230261051920</id><published>2009-02-15T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:07:25.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>d is so so not des. keep off my tagboard, ty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmz. today was pretty cool. just got back into hostel. settling down already, it's prety nice lah. everything seems quit in order. haha, tiredd. going to study some mathz. a mathz. boredom awaits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candles - hey monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-1568894230261051920?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1568894230261051920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=1568894230261051920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/1568894230261051920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/1568894230261051920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/d-is-so-so-not-des.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-673915178610362531</id><published>2009-02-14T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:18:10.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okaay, valentines day. awesomee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went bowling with uncle mike in the morning. not bad, i hit a 1270+ for 6 games with a 151. haha! finally getting the hang of the release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave her a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaay, backtracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training the past 3 days was a horrorr. coach fed me lots of important stuff, most of it was very relevant. just that it was like, information overloaad. let's see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)swing needs to have more pendulum/loop, 3rd and 4th steps smaller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)push away needs to be straighter ( hold ball in line rather than in center)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)swing needs to have less force upwards, basically walking faster on 3 and 4 while slowing down on 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)need to get release fixed, rather than flicking (clockwise rotation), i need to follow through with a normal round-the-ball release (anti-clockwise rotation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) (personal encounter with problem) my 3rd step seems to be drifting more, causing my alignment to shift. not that i cannot repeat those shots, just that i'd rather be hitting my intended target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S FIVE BIG THINGS MAN. arrg. i tried doing it all at once. totally died. so i'm probably going to take them a couple at a time. hmmm. bowling otherwise is good, i got 2 new balls, both are pretty fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NXT-G (storm)&lt;br /&gt;Wasabi (ABS/AK-OK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now. after backtrack, forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to joining back SSS, definitely not the same class. even some different teachers, but i kinda missed the sss experience. this'll be my last year, and it seems so much fuller that i've properly made up my decision. finally i can live my life at sss, studying, instead of studying when people told me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, it is my life. if i'm not making decisions, who should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. looking forward to gymming, i'm going to start fattenning up again if i don't, quick. tonights dinner was beawesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-673915178610362531?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/673915178610362531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=673915178610362531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/673915178610362531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/673915178610362531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/okaay-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-4226332908894828056</id><published>2009-02-10T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:59:26.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM NOT RACIST. since des thinks i am. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, gym was awesomee. training was awesomee, though the approach was SOOO SLIPPERY ): i was so sad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cf was reallyreallydamnfreakingawesome. first time i saw people jumping about in school. especially to like the iPod music stuff. then sharing was good, i prayed for simann, hongting and geraldine. hongting has a new name but i can't remember it, i think something like k-something. heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tireddd. but i feel so happy, tmr has no school!! WOOHOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-4226332908894828056?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4226332908894828056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=4226332908894828056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4226332908894828056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4226332908894828056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-not-racist.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-489239006839424008</id><published>2009-02-09T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:31:08.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;today's training was awesomee. i had crazy strike rate. and i spared a 2-8-10!! first time ever. yay, something to blog about. hmmm, swing is smoother now. less muscle in it. hmmm, oh yes. for people who want to hear a pretty cool song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUMFkIJgI4g"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUMFkIJgI4g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played dota todaay. and i played a pretty good AM. strange build i must admit. just for those who wanna think of it, wraith band, vanguard, treads (str), battle fury, vladimir's offering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am boredd today. but it was a good kinda bored. :D i guess if there's such a thing, goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;soo sleeepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-489239006839424008?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/489239006839424008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=489239006839424008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/489239006839424008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/489239006839424008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-training-was-awesomee.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-4494640512296947169</id><published>2009-02-08T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:55:54.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASS: SORRY! you two are always on blogs, but i don't check them that often. soo. hence the 4 day lag time. ahaha, anyway thank you very much for your comments. BUT I WANT TO BORROW IT :D i don't want to buy a book just to be unhappy with the content. especially since it's the filler of the series. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIJIA: sorry too! but i agree with you. TEAM EDWARD. he's the man, man. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. since i'm at it. might as well post a bit of blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a full daay. i went early to church, band practice/warmup before singing. feels just as good as the first time, just that the organization of the songs was a little rusty. could use some lube, but otherwise very very good. hmmm, the bass was super loud. or at least to me it was. haha! it was almost all i could hear, besides drums. anywayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meimei said "your mike was the loudest, then when you were harmonizing i was like &lt;em&gt;omg omg don't harmonize wrong don't harmonize wrong"&lt;/em&gt; then she told me something super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;must be god protecting you that's why you harmonize correctly. at home every song also wrong one.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i get a heapload of support from her :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then. went back, did like an hour of math. thenn, went to bukit gym. wanted to warm up on the bench press machine and guess who i saw on it?! andy loo. hahah, long time no see. he's freaking strong man, his bench warmup was like mine X 1.5 or something. and he said "i just take put somewhere lower and do for warmup la." crazy guys. not that i'm not a guy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so happy, satisfied :D finally things are starting to fall into place. or i hope so anyway. haha! friends are good, bowling is better, school looks settled, chinese-new-year-visiting-that-screws-up-my-timetables is over, my-neighbours-asta-martin-that-i-can-see-parked-by-the-roadside-from-my-window is cool&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, she's awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've lost some fat. maybe i'm 16% now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-4494640512296947169?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4494640512296947169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=4494640512296947169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4494640512296947169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4494640512296947169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-replies-cass-sorry-you-two-are.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-7659992907662906357</id><published>2009-02-04T17:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:14:58.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TAG REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cass: hello cass! long time no talk, longer time no see. but i still haven't seen you, so anyway. i don't have the 2nd book! you can lend me? :D cos i sorta finished the saga anyway, i think i understood it, except missed out on details on the second. haha! how're you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sijia: ahaha okay thank you! :) how're you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhimin: yes yes zhimin, thank you! :D i'm doing okay, hope you are too. is concord fun? or all mungging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! bloggingg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had lessonss yesterday morning. then i saw matthew, who told me the results of my skinfold! I AM 17% FAT. nice number, but i'd much prefer 7%. FATFATFAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, this is random trivia about chris' life. i forgot to mention, it's quite interesting this bit :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my neighbour parks his asta martin outside the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went out with andrew leonad and gris, went to like city hall to play pool. haha, went back home about five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the evening is private :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlight below\/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;baby grand is coming! woohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-7659992907662906357?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7659992907662906357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=7659992907662906357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7659992907662906357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7659992907662906357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-replies-cass-hello-cass-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-2742006931682089760</id><published>2009-02-02T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:05:24.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;soo, it was a pretty long day. i burned up my entire afternoon-evening with sbf's CANON function and lessons. but that's kinda expected. ): aut has bad timings if you wanna go out at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i won't have the energy to blog tmr morning so here's the rough sketch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8:30 leave for class + breakfast with andrew in the backseat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9:30 lessons commences ( i'm supposed to hand in my TQ1 prior to this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;11:25-30 lesson ends *loud yelp of glee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*11:45 run at track slowly, for a longgg time (fat burn!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;12:30 bathe, change, head for lunch, obviously not at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1:30 finish lunch, do some work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2:30 head for OCC, public transport isn't reliable for fast rides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3:30 get ready for training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6:00 finish training (finally, i would be so tired).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6:15 cab/dad/mom back to sss, rush to bathe by 7:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7:15 hair wax and beauty etiquettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7:30 be in class, asap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9:30 THE DAY IS OFFICIALLY OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;10:05 maybe one match of dota? or is des calling. hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;10:05 this is all private :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quite a good plan! i think? thursday will see a beautiful American piece of 6ft by 6ft furniture in our living room :D. it's black, sleek, polished, with some brass, and comes with only one piece leather-clad seat, roughly 1.5 feet by 1 foot in length, any guesses what is it? tagboard please :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;BABY GRAND PIANO THAT'S RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;c.H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-2742006931682089760?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2742006931682089760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=2742006931682089760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2742006931682089760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2742006931682089760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/soo-it-was-pretty-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-1856915088830087380</id><published>2009-02-01T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:16:52.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, it's been awhile that blogger was down from yesterday to today morning. anyway i'm learning to blog in between work like for breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn from des&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmz, i'm kinda stifff. gymmed yesterday, it was short. but i hit the gym hard. whole body's aching now, i think a 30 kg light weight could deck me with a hit anywhere. haha, i'd just crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's not good no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the way i'm handling it is, thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick, i'm running out of break time, not enough stuff to blog about. i have math to doo. and it gets very monotonous, superduperfreakyilyultimately boring. haha, i want to PLAAY. but i know i shouldn't. i played a dota game with melvin just now. ha ha, sa and pa so cute. damn good team la. hmmz, so sad he got DC'ed. so i left. host was pissed off. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bowled like a noobie yesterdaay. i bowled 155, 224, 148, 157! :D total was 684. whee.&lt;br /&gt;i hope that kinda scores really only come once a year. haha, now i know how bad a 1 week break is to my scoring. luckily today no training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to CANON's office later, i think we're going to take pictures. thank god, the picture up on singaporebowling for me is like 2 years old, has an awesome (hedgehogged) hairdo. and a weird freaky smile - do i really smile like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-1856915088830087380?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1856915088830087380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=1856915088830087380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/1856915088830087380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/1856915088830087380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-its-been-awhile-that-blogger-was.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-6905281837526264445</id><published>2009-01-31T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:16:28.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today started well, i'm kinda tired. i guess i've been sleeping late recently. ohwellz. met &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;adriel&lt;/span&gt; at church today, had a good time talking to him :D, very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;inspiring &lt;/span&gt;character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the song sundial dreams. but i cannot find the scores for it. ): anyway i have to hurry up and finish learning my scarlet by ayashi no ceres. before i find another piece. heh. TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bloated after a superhumungojumbo lunch. my stomach is dyinggg. and i'm finally going to the gym later. after one week + of not working out. i'm suck a bad slacker. tskz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to BOWL after that! even better. cos i haven't bowled in a week plus too. i bet i'm noobified by now. heh. &lt;3 hong baos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel rich. but money isn't everything is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heartache for who i was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-6905281837526264445?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6905281837526264445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tried bowling today, good news and bad news. i'm an optimistic person so i'd like to end with good news, since it's how we end off that counts, nobody cares if you're born rich or poor, it's how you end that matters. most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hit my finger at some odd angle and even though there is no visible injury, it's hurting bad enough that i had to ask colin to finish my last couple of frames for me, at SICC today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i hit a 278, as close as a 299 as it gets, one solid 10 (can't help those much) and one high shot leaving the 4 on the last shot. very nice game. tribute to twisted fury! the ball that i forgot at uncle walters shop. cheers to you, good ball :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-6383360683851291529?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6383360683851291529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=6383360683851291529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6383360683851291529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6383360683851291529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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living as a singer or an artist. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my grandmother is so funny, she's been scolding this vulgarity all my life i've known her, and i've only just found out its a vulgarity. the FEMALE anatomy, in TAMIL. very interesting choice of languages. :D but then she is my grandmother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bound to be original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i need to bowl bowl bowl. i need to try a new ball ball ball. go and throw some strike strike strike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-4236973736797587210?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18473697.post-7981834437685838926</id><published>2008-10-21T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:06:24.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had one hell ofatime in indonesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;found some new papa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;found some new mama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ate some good food,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bowled some strikes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;missed some single pins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;made some new friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ate some more good food,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;played some cool guitars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;watched some good bowlers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;struggled with some pin carry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ate some more good food,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;took some cool photos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;made some more cool friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ate some more good food. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OVERALL RATING: 11/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWESOMEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-7981834437685838926?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18473697.post-7108200500537608610</id><published>2008-10-13T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:12:04.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when you trust in the Lord, even the dead rise to life and praise Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finger injury almost cleared up, i could have sworn it was more severe than the previous ones that even took a couple of days to heal. praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is slacking off for now. pretty good, getting ready for indonesia open, :D if there are any requests for things to be brought back from there please tag my board, and don't bother asking for something like an iPhone cos i'll probably not have the cash, then again, neither will they probably have the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>only by the strength of the weak are you strong,&lt;br /&gt;only be the blood of the dead are you alive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only be the truth of liars are you truthful,&lt;br /&gt;only by the love of the heartless are you loving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only by the hope of the damned are you hopeful,&lt;br /&gt;only by the light of the darkness are you aflame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you oh wretched fiend! why do you disturb the peace.&lt;br /&gt;you who deserve nothing have taken everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you who is belittled have been made mighty,&lt;br /&gt;yet your strength is drained by the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are worthless before the light,&lt;br /&gt;you stand weak before the righteous.&lt;br /&gt;reign no more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-5984728805035137814?l=ifhewillbeloved.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-18473697.post-54282614167908214</id><published>2008-09-09T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T05:41:46.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is happening? sigh. guess what i'd really want more than anything else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-54282614167908214?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/54282614167908214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=54282614167908214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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saving grace readily available in the pit of despair. then something hits you, something you never expected to, in some way, you never understood how. it spins you right around, a full turn, and back again. until you don't really know where, or rather what, you're facing. something odd, weird, then you realise; it's not odd, it's not weird. its just it - new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-7584409045351428349?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7584409045351428349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=7584409045351428349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the way i see it, christianity only makes changes in people through giving them realizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that the reason why my "output" of love, and care to others was so low was, i didn't have enough "imput". in a river, it must have a source, before it can feed itself to a larger stream. and i realised that i didn't really feel love from God because i didn't realise what the Bible has to say by "love", and it just hit me during the sermon. to LOVE, is to VALUE. "for God so VALUED the earth that He sent His one and only Son to die for our sins so that whosoever believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it hurt, not feeling loved really hurt. wondering why God put me through sufferings and bad days hurt. but again today i came to a realization. God only makes us feel sad, so we can feel happy. God only makes us see suffering, so we can feel joy. without love there can be no hate, but also without hate, there can be no love. to do badly for something and have your parents still say "i love you anyway" nowadays is rare. and i'm glad i know mine would probably do it for me. and so once again, i feel loved. valued by God himself. who cared so much as to send the one perfect atonement for OUR suffering, for OUR sins, He took it upon Himself to stop our suffering, and that one perfect atonement is cleansed, through Jesus' blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am imperfect, that is why God's grace can work in me, Christians have to admit their imperfections, before God can show them otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-6223044269578995778?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6223044269578995778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=6223044269578995778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6223044269578995778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6223044269578995778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/07/christianity-is-religion-and-religion.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-866020435273602056</id><published>2008-07-20T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:37:59.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i awoke, i ran, i pespired, i died, i showered, i slept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-866020435273602056?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/866020435273602056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=866020435273602056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/866020435273602056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/866020435273602056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-went-i-ran-i-pespired-i-showered-i.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-3079036822404877981</id><published>2008-07-20T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T05:09:22.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright, that was irritating, i just about finished writing my post, and my wonderful IE browser crashed on me, damn thing. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SICK--&lt;br /&gt;alright! my post again, it won't come out identical, not even similar, that's one thing i've learnt about me, although (i hope) my character is consistent, what i write, rarely is. HAHA. well. i finally realised why i keep sleeping as of late. I HAVE BEEN SICK! so i'm not freaky, or aspiring to grow sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMR--&lt;br /&gt; i must wake up to go run, not gym, run - why? because running burns up more than gym, and i'm too lazy to wash that extra towel that i'll have to use to gym. also, running generally finishes in 15, if not 20 mins. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC--&lt;br /&gt;well. i haven't had time to play much piano or guit, or rather, i never used the time, this weekend. SAADLY. i cannot bring the keys into hostel. so before i leave home i must must must must play a little something before i leave home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF--&lt;br /&gt;sasha's doing sharing this week! and its on thursday again :D hope it doesn't make timing difficult for anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER NEWS--&lt;br /&gt;mars' invaders have attempted to plummet straight down into the Atlantic ocean, and set up base there. However they have burned up in the atmosphere, leaving not even moon dust behind. God bless America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-3079036822404877981?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3079036822404877981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=3079036822404877981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3079036822404877981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3079036822404877981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/07/alright-that-was-irritating-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-1874268043130890012</id><published>2008-07-18T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:29:20.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going off for national training at jurong. finally get to train, i've been pretty sick the whole week man. anyway i really need to get a couple'o balls redrilled. hope i can find transport to uncle walters later. hmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i think cf went great, but if any of the cf guys read this and you think otherwise, please comment! we cannot improve without it, also, trying to organise a cf outing, which'll be pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to learn to trust in God. and listen to what He has to say instead of acting in my own actions, because while i MAY be right, He always is. time for another change in life - if you want to walk on water you must first step out of the boat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-1874268043130890012?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1874268043130890012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=1874268043130890012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/1874268043130890012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/1874268043130890012'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't blogged in awhile, anyway today was a GOD INSPIRED DAY. lets see the chain of seemingly random events that caused it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i slept pretty early, if i hadn't, i definitely would not have woken up for lunch, let alone service in the morning. besides, i felt i was about to go on a downward spiral shutting down cf soon or handing it over to someone else. i wanted to quit, just be a nobody. because nobody looks at nobodys, and it would have been so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was awoken by my sister at 8:50, with 20 mins to leaving for church. contemplating weather or not i should go, i was compelled by a "random" urge to cite the following, as taught by my youth ministry chairman and small-group leader Adriel : i am a child of God, i have a chosen destiny to change the world for Jesus Christ." and consequently, the thought struck me, "i shouldn't be wasting time on my bed then!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within the next half-an-hour, several things have proceeded. i bathed, washed up, went to church without my bag or bible. It was then that i remembered Adriel was preaching today, and his messages are VERY GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after being seated on the floor due to overwhelming response from the youth flowing into the prayer&amp;amp;praise service i was dissappointed, seeing a random woman that i didn't know on the front stage opening in the verses of Joshua, i thought Adriel wasn't going to preach after all. Thank God i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriel's message touched me today, it was about having a vision to change, how practicalism is really just skepticism put into another word, how we have to look forward, and see what we can do for God, not what God can do for us, how we should bring forward a new worship, by letting Him work in us, giving up our lives to Him, and being silent, to hear His calling and answer to His works He has for us. we have to be still to know His voice and even stiller to hear His heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post doesn't have to relate to anyone, but i have to put it up. today is the day i'm turning around, and i want to remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, don't save MY cf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save YOUR cf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-2068249384833547820?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2068249384833547820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=2068249384833547820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2068249384833547820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2068249384833547820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/07/havent-blogged-in-awhile-anyway-today.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-5885824632000295267</id><published>2008-07-06T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T08:56:05.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, today i had a pretty long day, went out with mandy for a bit, watched hancock, its so funny, but pretty good storyline (: wish they made it into a series, i'd buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy, was going to watch another show 21 with queenie, but in the end she turned out all emo, so we skipped that. anyhow, watched step-up2 with nash and queenie after renting the video. cool moves, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not feeling much of a descriptive or wordy person today. i just got my first holyshit in dota online in dont know how long, and got blamed for hacking. sigh, noobs will be noobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn more piano pieces, so lazy though. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-5885824632000295267?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5885824632000295267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=5885824632000295267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/5885824632000295267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/5885824632000295267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow-today-i-had-pretty-long-day-went.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-8692587235508575212</id><published>2008-06-30T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T07:43:10.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow today i finally found a song i've been looking for in like forever, you and me by lighthouse! yayness :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it? And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up and I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping on words&lt;br /&gt;You've got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here'&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is right'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt; I can't keep my eyes off of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all other people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?&lt;br /&gt;And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, training has been damn tiring, i took public transport all the way from woodlands to jurong west. freaking 1 1/2 hours. i totally died on the train/bus lar. i want a holiday. i'm feeling sick, maybe i'll finally get too sick to leave bed and my MC will become my first holiday in an eternity. that'll be just so sad man. but ohwell, i wouldn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anon : posting comments about my blog, if you don't like it. piss off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-8692587235508575212?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8692587235508575212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=8692587235508575212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/8692587235508575212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/8692587235508575212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow-today-i-finally-found-song-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-4017533239529190978</id><published>2008-06-28T17:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:48:32.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna run away from home, stay away all night&lt;br /&gt;run into your arms and hope you'll hold me tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-4017533239529190978?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4017533239529190978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18473697.post-2421484902667344776</id><published>2008-06-28T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:39:37.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do tears fall from his face,&lt;br /&gt;stands like a winner, his head held in faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nostalgia rekindles the embers anew,&lt;br /&gt;and he found his life has so memories few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life too short to be spent in despair,&lt;br /&gt;meaning too little to be sent for repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's divine purpose; absent it seems,&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why he's not living his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe he's missing that one last part,&lt;br /&gt;that one little piece that got chipped off his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;maybe i still love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-2421484902667344776?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2421484902667344776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=2421484902667344776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2421484902667344776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2421484902667344776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-do-tears-fall-from-his-face-stands.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-3946532969439325308</id><published>2008-06-19T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:50:41.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when you did a great shot that turned out a miss,&lt;br /&gt;when you fought to the end ending up last on the list,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the times you ended up strong,&lt;br /&gt;and know that this game won't be your last song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding your head high when it hurts to look down,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that someday you'll have your own crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach up high though it might seem insane,&lt;br /&gt;and grab the medal that you so would claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;champions are made, talents were born,&lt;br /&gt;which one will you end up when our youth is gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c.H- 20/6/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-3946532969439325308?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3946532969439325308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=3946532969439325308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3946532969439325308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3946532969439325308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-you-did-great-shot-that-turned-out.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-3970749631328826156</id><published>2008-06-12T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T02:31:25.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want inspiration! to train, to practice, to be disiplined, to have fun. hope i'll get it soon. training's some kind of a bore, lanes the past couple of days totally sucked. though i guess only a lousy bowler'd be complaining of that. good luck jrs for NAG, sorry i didn't msg any of you guys, my phone kinda jammed from 3-4.3o, which kinda defeats the purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. the scoring line is about 15-12-&gt;18-14&lt;br /&gt;tighter if you have lesser rolls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-3970749631328826156?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3970749631328826156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=3970749631328826156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3970749631328826156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3970749631328826156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-inspiration-to-train-to-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-1240699068180243813</id><published>2008-05-15T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:38:27.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weelll.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY- bowling was quite alot better lar, missed 2 non-splits. one was a 3-9 that i knew i would miss so it really improved alot. andd, i had gay strike rate when i held on right with the fingers. :D well. i think things are looking up man. haha! went gym this morning, followed by school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD "INTENSE" CHINESE LESSONS IN SCHOOL. which means like 4 straight periods. doesn't sound like much, since Chinese B is so slack ^^. well yeah cool stuff, we went for learning journey. which was boring, but pretty cool only cos our guide was Mr Bajan, who is some sikh and is freaking funny man. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so want to play badminton, i still want to buy and get blessed a cross, i want to have some free time, i want to swim, i want to play golf, i want to slack, i want to sing, i want to live. i want to be free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-1240699068180243813?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1240699068180243813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=1240699068180243813' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-1688984097317586662?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1688984097317586662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=1688984097317586662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/1688984097317586662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/1688984097317586662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-though-he-hates-to-admit-it-his.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-4211616711809659016</id><published>2008-05-10T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T09:06:08.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i bowled so crappily today. missed at least 5 easily sparable spares. and it wasn't like there wouldn't have been a difference ): my club COULD have won if i did better, or at least my average. maybe 190-200? i bowled a crazy 158, 161, 168. i haven't bowled that bad since, i can't remember. lol. not cool man, want to bowl more, don't like stopping on a bad note. anyhow. hope the changes come out right, just gonna focus on shot-repetition and like, accuracy and sparing over the next week. training up for singapore open, not that coaches changes aren't important, but sparing's always gotta be there, no matter what change you make. LoL. unless of course it's over like your spare game. sigh. i have to do better than this. i can do better than this, i will do better than this. i am better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying's gonna drive me over the edge, i've never successfully sat down and actually studied for more than half an hour the past 4 years. crazy? that's just the start, its in the midst of mid-years and i'm playing soccer, crap man. i don't know how i'm like gonna pull through SS, GEOG, AMATH and BIO. because all of them need some basic studying, chris chris chris, jia you. maybe you won't die. just get slaughtered. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love soccer, i've been playing it, willfully addicted to it from monday to thursday, and already before i'm back in school i'm craving it. almost as much as i want to bowl now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new laptop is in! whopeedoo. i can play dota BETTER now. yippee. feel the joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-4211616711809659016?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4211616711809659016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=4211616711809659016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4211616711809659016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4211616711809659016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-bowled-so-crappily-today.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-4785868198854679780</id><published>2008-03-20T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:36:12.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to dediate the win to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God- for pulling me through the hard and being the only most faithful God anyone can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends who believed in me - for giving me support, this is my first win in two years, thank you all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kor - for pointing out the slivers of silver lining even in the darkest of clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basil - for being the hottest roomate anyone could ask for. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jusin - for being ever so supportive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jack - for the upcoming doubles medal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and last but not least desiree :D for making me smile. and see the good in the little things God has given us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;doubles is upcoming on monday! we can do this team. one band one sound, one sports school. ONE HAIRCUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-4785868198854679780?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4785868198854679780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=4785868198854679780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4785868198854679780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4785868198854679780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/03/id-love-to-dediate-win-to-god-for.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-6346317737747540350</id><published>2008-03-18T05:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T05:04:27.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALRIGHT! tommorrow's the big day and we're gonna do our big thing :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;des: jia you okay! i know you can do way way way better than that :D anyway, take care of your finger! that's the MOST important for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;meimei:GO MEIMEI :D don't give up okay, get highh. yknow you like it ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ready to set the lanes on fire boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-6346317737747540350?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6346317737747540350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=6346317737747540350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6346317737747540350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6346317737747540350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/03/alright-tommorrows-big-day-and-were.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-4664925703112712491</id><published>2008-03-03T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T07:14:13.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow i didn't expect so many people to like tag, or even visit! haha, hello all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;des: thanks for askin' me to cheer up. though i haven't quite been doing that recently. and i'm sorry i can't be spending much time with you recently, but its like we're both so caught up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but all said, we both drifted some and i hope everything'll be fine like after your exams, (and hopefully mine). i really miss the times we shared when we were so close.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kim: cheer up kim, life isn't always easy, sometimes its so unfair, some people have it harder than others. but that's no reason to give up okay. remember, every time you want to give up, think of why you've been holding on so long in the first place. everything happens for a reason, fix things out with your coach, i'm sure you can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;kor: you shouldn't be so emo lar! i know you are man, but still! emo isn't that fun after awhile yknow, time to liven up bro :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;george: you're welcome for the sweetss :D at least you asked, most people just tell me "nothing" or "anything", SO HARD TO FIND PRESENTS. tsk, indecisive people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;nat: hello nat! i will put it there when i actually find time to update, like the template. cos i have so little time on the com's, i think i should like give up dota already, too big waste of weekend time. and sometimes weekdays O.O. haha! thanks for asking about cf, its going pretty well :D pray God works more of his magic in the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i don't like going to school, i really love my class, its pretty fun and all the people are kinda cool. just the having-to-study-for-the-biggest-exam-of-your-life-coming-up-in-ten-months is like such the biggest killjoy the world can ever know. probably. except poverty and starvation. that's pretty sad. but still, i can't stand school man. i never liked studying! NEVERR. i'm only doing it because 1) most singaporeans without o'level education don't get jobs worth much money, and 2) i don't totally suck at it. works just overloading, normally i can finish everything in class, not to boast but this is retarding the ways i want to spend my free time! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i wish i could be so much better, i can't repeat shots, my balance is kinda off, my sparing system hasn't been fixed since sec2 (though i am putting in alot of effort to finally change it). the national coaches called basil for training, and somehow justin and chiew pang got pulled in too, like training on our normal school days, which is supposed to start for SSS students only after like B'divs. but when i asked uncle yong, he told me :"not for you, that one." sigh, i feel so left-out, i used to be there, among them, even beside them. now i stand far behind. so far i feel as if sometimes i can never make the gap close up. but i'm not a quitter. i just need an opening. i just need to prove myself. i dont want to be a one-time-wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-4664925703112712491?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4664925703112712491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=4664925703112712491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4664925703112712491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4664925703112712491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/03/wow-i-didnt-expect-so-many-people-to.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-4492279389783491053</id><published>2008-02-16T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T03:58:27.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DES: thanks des :D i'm not so stressed now, you shouldn't be either okaie! cheer up cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ANCHAL: alright :) no problem, as soon as i'm ready to bother changing my temp. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GEORGINA: most welcome :D dont stay pissed yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;KIM: AND YOU! you better not stay angry at the world. its a cruel place only if you keep letting it be. find your real friends and everything will work out, if you want, praying helps if you can :D cheerio emo kid. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'm leaving for teluk denga games on tuesday! only another two days to get really prepared. God's will be done; i'm gonna give it the best shot i can. no more "for the looks" bowling. its ALL OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i was really stressed but its all getting better, though my workload is still just as big. thanks des. you stay cheered up too okaie. ^^ see, your bro isn't half bad. not even close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CF - its time to start the real sharing. Give it to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-4492279389783491053?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4492279389783491053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=4492279389783491053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4492279389783491053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4492279389783491053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/02/des-thanks-des-d-im-not-so-stressed-now.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-2269066996929622847</id><published>2008-02-13T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:19:52.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STRESS. the world is driving me crazy. someone talk to me about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-2269066996929622847?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2269066996929622847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=2269066996929622847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2269066996929622847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2269066996929622847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/02/stress.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-6690789478505231048</id><published>2008-02-08T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T10:14:30.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;here are some things i missed badly in japan ; not arranged in order of desire :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the touch of the keys under my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the sting of guitar strings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the look i get when i embrace her eyes with my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the friends that can never be replaced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the bowling academy's staff that cannot be found anywhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the feel of sweat ; exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and here are some things i miss about japan now that i'm finally back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my last chance to snowboard for close to an eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the chance to wear sunglasses around the hotel (it was that bright).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;snow (d-uh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'M GLAD I'M BACK :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad i didn't tan. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-6690789478505231048?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6690789478505231048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=6690789478505231048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6690789478505231048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6690789478505231048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/02/here-are-some-things-i-missed-badly-in.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-6458350581932467058</id><published>2008-02-01T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T18:26:39.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahaha first. i haven't been blogging for awhile so reply taggs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;audrey&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YES AUDREY its finally japan rightt :D cheer up, school doesn't suck so bad, its a matter of accepting the shit then you can get going to the good stuff, or would it be more appropriate to name it "better" stuff. ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;krystal&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES KRYSTAL i got the hint :D thank you!! the present was pretty awesome i must say. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;meimei&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;LOL do you find them irritating? :D HAHA. i find most of them pretty nice lar, but some got attitude man. hahaa. yes. its to japan ^^ whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyhow, the past week was just totally jammed. just had lessons, training, followed by lessons, more training, study time, lessons, study time, test test test test. crazy stuff. thank god i'm out of it at LAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am SOOOO looking forward to my last day in singapore! spent well before i go off. hehe. last day for now lar, i reially hope i make it back in one piece. if not all those family photo's and group photo's we'd have taken would go to waste man. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-6458350581932467058?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6458350581932467058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=6458350581932467058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6458350581932467058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6458350581932467058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/02/ahaha-first.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-7839163084601232372</id><published>2008-01-26T01:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T02:03:37.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;well today's been really hectic, i mean like. FRENZY without cooldown kinda hectic. morning, i started off going to far east. had to get ahem'something'ahem done. :D shh for those few who know. then i waited for queenie. walked over to borders at wheelock, had to find another something, a book, quite obviously. seriously i can't seem to find the whole series anywhere. looked for the cloudmages trilogy in about like 4-5 stores/libraries already. BUT i guess the first book's a start :D then i went to get a present! :D for a special someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;now i shall share about my week,&lt;/span&gt; it was also, very, very, busy. i mean like crazy packed. especially with the morning trainings, monday tuesday and thursday we had on lanes. wednesday and friday gym, now on lanes sounds pretty easy, but not when you're waking up before 5:3o, getting ready to bowl by 6. its pretty nuts. bowling training isn't slack please - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NON BOWLERS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then, we have lesssons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;going on about our post lessons timings.&lt;/span&gt; extra lessons three times a week, cancelling out rest time. fill up sst and we have a record-full day, training(1), school(2), lessons (3), training (4), studytime (5) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of course i don't always study. but heck, its counted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then at night, relief. finally :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SWEET RELIEF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah audrey. J TO THE A TO THE P-A-N :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes krystal! i GOT YOUR HINT :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-7839163084601232372?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7839163084601232372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=7839163084601232372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7839163084601232372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7839163084601232372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-todays-been-really-hectic-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-6818628857891011363</id><published>2008-01-20T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:22:29.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;where is the love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all those binding ties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;are they not strong enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that you resort to lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you fool of a man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you hold her heart, in your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you fool of a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;have you not wronged enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;have you no mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you fool of a man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is love not true and lasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is it not that that you were asking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you fool of a man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love is blind;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but not so blind so that it can't bind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true love reigns still,&lt;br /&gt;true love reigns still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you fool of a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-6818628857891011363?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6818628857891011363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=6818628857891011363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6818628857891011363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6818628857891011363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-fool-of-man-destroying-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-1672446808416160628</id><published>2008-01-16T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T07:26:17.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hello blog, today wasn't very nice. i had spamming lessons, my chinese teacher ALMOST gave me a white card, ms kelly was rushing a math, which i've come to dread, english was pretty alright, besides the fact that i was simply too tired to do much. i've realised i can run fast spreading my stride :D it works using less energy than running on the front foot! anyway, the day was pretty bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;until des cheered me up :D thank you des! awaiting tomorrow to come so i can read the next part of my ppt :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-1672446808416160628?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1672446808416160628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=1672446808416160628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/1672446808416160628'/><link 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HAHA! reminds me a little of denise's mom. oo. ohwell, slept for more than half of my bio class after school, it was SO HOT i thought i'd like, fall asleep and die there or something. :D anyway, i'm out alive. and i think i did his quiz pretty well, despite sleeping through almost everything he was teaching today. ahaha, he is damn funny lar, (btw, he is referring to Mr Wilson Quek. my bio teacher, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;not willies brother.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;went to gym after school since &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my finger's injured, can't train ): hope it gets better fast&lt;/span&gt;, i really wanna bowl man. gotta get pumped up for sss' mini-botm. ahha, sadly it can't really be any larger than like 24 people cos if not our lanes will be packed, and that would really suck for competition stimulation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hmmm. gym was pretty slack, nothing really special today, except maybe later when we meet up to discuss and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REALLY HOPEFULLY GET DOWN TO PRACTICING&lt;/span&gt; some songs for CF, if not it might never kick off! that would suck&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; EVEN&lt;/span&gt; more than having 5 people a pair for bowling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;oh, some guy made me really happy today, our school's photographer. while taking class individual photos, he asked me if i was ever called for to&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; BE A MODEL&lt;/span&gt;. YAY YAY YAY YAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fat flabs make me flab fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-5327505053759953400?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5327505053759953400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=5327505053759953400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/5327505053759953400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/5327505053759953400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/01/todaay-was-pretty-tiring-i-still-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-6456294663255420959</id><published>2008-01-12T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T04:04:36.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hey hey hey, finally got home, i spent my entire morning at korean class, besides the one game of ap[em] dota i played in the morning :D &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(for those who understand,)&lt;/span&gt; vs owns when your aura gets stacked with drow's late game. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(sorry for those who don't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;anyhow, i've been at the bowling alley at safra mount faber for like, five hours, and i can almost swear i'll never get tired of uncle walter. HAHA! he is so freaking funny, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can i have a "cheers" on my tagboard for that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm so happy i finally did up four of my bowling balls, sort of, i think my Razzle's span is still a little short, but hey, the word versatility wasn't invented by the greeks for the fun of it right? :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;going to watch some chinese movie with my family, mom bought it sometime back, and i would swear if the bible didn't tell me not to,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; if its about ghosts, i'm giving up my tickets downstairs man&lt;/span&gt;, free seating for all! i'll take the com. :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;desiree is finally home :D i can talk to someone tonight, sorry mandy and audrey if you see this, its not that you guys aren't somebodys, it's still a pleasure talking to you ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;cheers to the candlepost,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chickens reign in italy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the postman feeds at midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-6456294663255420959?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6456294663255420959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=6456294663255420959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6456294663255420959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6456294663255420959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-hey-hey-finally-got-home-i-spent-my.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-4788508952445186528</id><published>2008-01-08T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T03:33:43.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;alright, its been officially a forever since i've last posted, welll. today chris didn't do much worth mentioning, but since this particular URL is designed for everone to find out what he's doing, what's not worth mentioning, shall be mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i went to psycho this morning! almost couldn't wake up. i slept at around 12:3o in shaun's room? cause my roomate has a huge hole in his foot, forbidding him from returning to school, although he came for class today, ahaha. anyway, psycho was really tarded. ms grace made justin do this weird game, describing someone with an animal, a car, shoes, a colour, etc.etc. soo. lets review the list, shaun is black, likes trainers, owns a family car, and likes horses. HAHAHA. wow shaun, we really didn't know all that. :D:D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;school was sleepy. my chem teacher's name is Felicia Teo, yes i'm not kidding. she is drop-dead boring and really puts me off, i wasn't even tired and ended up sleeping in her class. O.O i love my new bio teacher, not that i'm gay. but he is freaking funny. HAHAHA. he claims the teaching life in sports school is so good he won't mind dropping his pay to come here, but i'm quite sure they didn't. if anything maybe raised it. :D i told ya'll MOE suckz big time, here's proof! ahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i have alot of math homework, so i have to go save myself now, its 7.32 PM and my ST has started :D:D i could be online but i really really need to finish this up. i have geography homework, given on the first day i laid eyes on Ms wee this year, what a sore-eye. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ms kelly is so going to kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-4788508952445186528?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4788508952445186528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=4788508952445186528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4788508952445186528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4788508952445186528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2008/01/alright-its-been-officially-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-3303665425273185400</id><published>2007-11-30T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T02:07:56.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;today was not bad :D went to like MINDS to help out with their breakfast/lunch thing, yeah. pretty retarded. WE DID THE CHICKEN DANCE. hilarious. ahaha, yeah, and i haven't seen all the seniors for quite awhile. haha, hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you're welcome des! though i'm not quite sure what i did. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;watched HERO's the movie. interesting :D the plot was alright, but its super draggy lah. like, can drag until the entire roll of toilet paper finish. super draggy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;going to uncle walters later :D hope he's just free enough to fix up my scorching or something, then i won't die on sunday with the national trials. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;44 feet of oiling is madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i think i can handle 34 &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WISH ME LUCK PLEASE. i'm not pro, i need luck. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-3303665425273185400?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3303665425273185400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=3303665425273185400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3303665425273185400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3303665425273185400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-was-not-bad-d-went-to-like-minds.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-7150779018078799255</id><published>2007-11-26T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T03:35:51.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's not meant to suck but right now it totally does. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-7150779018078799255?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7150779018078799255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=7150779018078799255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7150779018078799255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7150779018078799255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/11/lifes-not-meant-to-suck-but-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-8850505953601870260</id><published>2007-11-25T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T04:44:44.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey nash! yes you always rock :D i stone. hehe. hello desiree! church was good! again yeah. and basil, don't cry baby, it's always darkest at night when the stars shine brightest. *i'm not that gay aright :D*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tags^tags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i bowled a 202 average today, even though i started off badly. i finished with a fight, i'm proud i'm 21/24, because its a position i fought for, and someday, you'll see me 1st/24. someday soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the difference between love and hate is not opposition, but simply indifference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we can only love those we have hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can only love as deeply as we have hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true love never dies. its true &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-8850505953601870260?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8850505953601870260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=8850505953601870260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/8850505953601870260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/8850505953601870260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/11/difference-between-love-and-hate-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-7460033331979809102</id><published>2007-11-24T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T04:12:15.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;woah, today wasn't really perfect. ahh, i so wasted my masters. FLABISHMESTERFOLUSCUBBERTY. i cannot swear so rubbish will do just fine. hahah, yeah. first two games both started with 4 in a row, then ended off with 183,182. wth -.-"? anyway, tmr has mens masters! hope i do better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch enchanted, its so childish, but it had me laughing all the way, the princess is like how sweet lah, even if she does seem so retarded in the real world. HAHAH. yeah, life isn't meant to suck that bad boyz. there are dreams that come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any of my dreams coming true tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;just hope and pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-7460033331979809102?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7460033331979809102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=7460033331979809102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7460033331979809102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7460033331979809102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/11/woah-today-wasnt-really-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-3893442662484647262</id><published>2007-11-23T03:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T04:07:31.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the love! &lt;3&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, secondary school masters results ; mother - 2nd huierh - 1st. ; chiewpang - 1st. :D thats all i remember. LOL. mens open's qualifying was still standing as i left the alley. left another 7 or 8 squads? pray noone qualifies! hehe. yeah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway. watching enchanted tmr, one look at the trailers i almost start crying from laugter. i can't miss this. :D not even if people ask me out to watch a second time. HAHA! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i found out hippopotomonstrosequippedaliphobia is the fear of long words. from amanda's blog. WHAT A JOKE. HAHAHAH.i think the word is like as long as the entire alphabet or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; i'm gonna give it my all, watch them bastard pins fall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;watch me shine boyz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-3893442662484647262?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3893442662484647262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=3893442662484647262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3893442662484647262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3893442662484647262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-was-love-3-3-i-qualified-7th-for.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-6024990175063300620</id><published>2007-11-20T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T07:14:48.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;omggz, today was really horrible. i was so tired after sleeping at 2 last night after my "9 pm squad" that dragged all the way to 1.30. imagine they still had people bowling after that. nutz. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see. i bowled a 16, 18, 18, 19. 723's like my highest series today, really bad lah. wth. all no carry. then the lanes were so much oiler on the left side of the alley. yeah, anyway how can i compete with the leftys for men's open this way man. omgz, tiac pin tell me his area 2 left, 2 right. how to compete, my 1 left 1 right also don't have. *sry to all the non-bowlers for the jargon.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i slept 4 hours in the afternoon so i'm like so no tired. PASUT IS NOT GOING TO MILO OR PENANG COS OF EXAMS. i just talked to him online for the first time :D i want to go watch enchanted! its gonna be the love &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-6024990175063300620?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6024990175063300620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=6024990175063300620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6024990175063300620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6024990175063300620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/11/omggz-today-was-really-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-1066028868755166380</id><published>2007-11-10T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T04:05:31.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;omg. the last two days were pretty awesome, if a tad over headache inducing. yesterdays party was the love. not enourmous, but definitely not small. ahaha, we watched secret again. i've watched it like so many times i've gotta admit the notion that it's actually boring grows on me after the third time or so. chiew pang watched it frigging 7 times. thats 5 times too many. OVERLOAD cp :D. yeah, anyway i haven't watched the da vinci code yet! i thought i was gonna get a chance to watch it like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we slept so late, and the mattresses were so thin i could swear it was floor. my neck is so killing me, help! ahha, anyway we slept like at five plus, if any at all. and most were awake by nine. it was crazy. and i could even play dota and CS once i was awake. liberation of exam stress and the momentous requirement to study is awesome. DIE EXAMS DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out again today. it seemed like such a short time. but it was actually pretty tiring. went out to PS to watch gameplan, its actually a very touching movie :D well done rock. ahha. well. i'm dead tired. goodbye blog :D till hand meets keyboard again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-1066028868755166380?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1066028868755166380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=1066028868755166380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/1066028868755166380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/1066028868755166380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-3813709889238569365</id><published>2007-11-02T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T01:31:36.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omgg, i wanna go AUT but still want to join all my friends in JC, such a tough decision. been thinking about it for so long lar, burn my whole week. crap. anyway, really boring weekend. why are all of you people studying T.T i want to go out! but noone's freee. nooo. ahaha anyway friendster lags. i hate lag. -.-" cs has laggy rats servers, i hate lag. warcraft has laggers. i hate lag.&lt;br /&gt;die lag die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gangster's pissed.&lt;br /&gt;denz is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;fats is freaking funny.&lt;br /&gt;sticks is stickish.&lt;br /&gt;dy is turban. :D&lt;br /&gt;piano is the love&lt;br /&gt;lag can go eat shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata people. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-3813709889238569365?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3813709889238569365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=3813709889238569365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3813709889238569365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3813709889238569365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/11/aut.html' title='AUT?'/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-8217385105160258773</id><published>2007-10-20T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T03:34:39.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;where are the happy endings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-8217385105160258773?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8217385105160258773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=8217385105160258773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/8217385105160258773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/8217385105160258773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-are-happy-endings.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-8063629794468959590</id><published>2007-09-24T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T07:08:28.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;God is too good, to be mistaken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God is too good, to be unkind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so when you don't understand,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when you can't see His plan,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when you can't trace His hand - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;trust His heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" 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href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/09/god-is-too-good-to-be-mistaken.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-4499577066433961886</id><published>2007-09-16T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:13:21.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;to be loved is something,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to love, is something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to love and be loved, is something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- chris hwang, (1992-present)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-4499577066433961886?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4499577066433961886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=4499577066433961886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4499577066433961886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4499577066433961886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-be-loved-is-something-to-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-5861447098225407079</id><published>2007-09-16T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:12:23.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;wow, today i went to church, its like been my first time in close to a month. then walter was frigging funny. he kept interrupting the teacher, and poor senn, he couldn't get much accross, i think they actually had to shorten whatever was being taught la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sen : god is trying to teach us about power he placed into our lives, can anyone tell me what power this is?&lt;br /&gt;walter : *really randomly* the holy spirit, and when the holy spirit comes into our lives ... etc.etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get the point. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to some massage at dinghao, steven wasn't there! the best ahpui massouse i've known. HAHA! his massage owns. but ira still wins. :D my aches don't lie. then i got some massage from this guy jerry, aye, i fell asleep in ten mins. but when i woke up there wasn't a difference. i was aching from neck to ankle. especially my ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stoned at home and played a match of dota, got 14-6 with a troll ^^ and they always had to gang to kill me from lvl 13 onwards. yay! ^^ got a quadruple kill. the ownage is mine. LOL. then we went off to some wake, my cousin's grandma. i knew she was terminally ill, but noone told me she left already! ): kinda sad when people leave when you least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, the preacher was like touching. then i kept thinking how life shouldn't be lived as most of us live it. slugging through day by day complaining that it always sucks so bad. life isn't meant to suck! like what the hell. if its meant to suck why would people want to live man. we'd all be suicidal. LOL. but seriously lar. i think singapore's education system screws up alot of our teenage lives, like who hasn't gone through their first 14 years and never has said "life sucks". i don't know anyone! ahaha, ohwell. i agree with cherie, totally; happiness is a choice, we can choose weather we want to be or not, and thats what seperates happy from sad people, even the harder choices are still choices man. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;don't you think so erh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ahaha, anyhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking tired, leaving for HK tmr. ^^ i know its morbid but if i die, something i'd want to leave behind is for all those depressee's to read this post and know they've got a choice. cos &lt;strong&gt;LIFE AIN'T MEANT TO SUCK. PLEASE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tcha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-5861447098225407079?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5861447098225407079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=5861447098225407079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/5861447098225407079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/5861447098225407079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow-today-i-went-to-church-its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-7647063256952126715</id><published>2007-09-14T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:14:07.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;OMGG. today was the &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt; day anyone could like bowl at victor's superbowl. I'M GONNA MISS THAT PLACE MAN! so many memories there, awesome place. hahaa, ohwell. the next super high scoring center would probably Mt. Faber. woot! can't wait to bowl in the singapore open next next week maan. haha! anyway, tried to get a perfect game in my last day bowling at victors, came close in my second game there with my scorching inferno! ): but i left a (s8-0) in the 8th frame, the rest were all strikes so the game was like 263. OHWELL. i guess my highest score at victors ever will still be 279. (: I'M NOT COMPLAINING!. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was like really boring, i got 15/20 for physics, mr lau marked my paper first! aye, i guess it can't be that bad since desmond and amanda both got 15/20, I THINK. hahaa, fai is so super freaking kia su la. she's worse than any singaporean i know. like omg, whats wrong with slacking a bit in studies. you won't lose your place in JC with all the DSA's sss students can get. ^^ i slack i slack. many many, woot! this week i like got module 5's award for top in pure physics. gayness, i can't even remember the topics taught! hahaa, anyhow i'm too bored and tired for dota tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll chat with people ^^ take care all. share the love &lt;3&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-7647063256952126715?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7647063256952126715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=7647063256952126715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7647063256952126715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/7647063256952126715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/09/omgg.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-2498406816871871922</id><published>2007-09-08T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T07:52:50.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omigoshh, i bowled well! whees. and i like came in second. with 0 up, 0 down. haha! second to greg gan, not complaining! i'm not complaining! ohwell. the last two games were frigging dry. i forgot how victors was like. haven't bowled there for AGES MAN! so like yeah, exactly 200 average (: not bad!! i hit a 278. glenn hwang hit a 279 and beat me for high game O.O? what the hell! hhahaa. anyway, good luck to all my pals trying yeah! love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;colin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edlyn &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;basil &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mike &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys can all make it yeah! we're going in together! to australia! or something. LOL. if your name's not there i'm so sorry i've forgotten who's bowling. LOL. my memory really sucks bad. haha! oh. yes one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huierh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. don't give up! less than 50 pins to catch!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. this morning i had like beyond godlike. so i guess tonight i'll be giving it back to the dota community and feed a lil'. though i'll do my best to prevent that! TO DOTA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tcha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-2498406816871871922?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2498406816871871922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=2498406816871871922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2498406816871871922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2498406816871871922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/09/omigoshh-i-bowled-well-whees.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-6851436246950508375</id><published>2007-09-07T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:29:47.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayy, inspiration returns (: i'm like at home, just woke up. did a couple of abs. ahh, can't overdo it. &lt;strong&gt;I'VE GOT COMPETITION TODAY (:&lt;/strong&gt; the roll off for combined schools. i swear i'm getting in man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year was the bitch. i can't believe i didn't make it? aye, shows how much concentration i have on my game. anyhow, today it's gonna be so different. i'm not wasting this shot anymore. luck is on the side of those who train hard, and i'm feeling lucky today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucking hate dota leavers. they ruin the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. AUDREY; zac effron gave all his love away to the lovable chirpy bouncy 150 pound nikki bolonski? LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-6851436246950508375?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6851436246950508375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=6851436246950508375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6851436246950508375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6851436246950508375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/09/okayy-inspiration-returns-im-like-at.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-243115746996152886</id><published>2007-09-07T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T06:38:13.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; lost the inspiration to post kor, &lt;u&gt;ask me about it.&lt;/U&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-243115746996152886?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/243115746996152886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=243115746996152886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/243115746996152886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/243115746996152886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-so-lost-inspiration-to-post-kor.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-6934616433978012097</id><published>2007-08-31T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:41:12.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGEE, i went to watch like evan almighty today. it was so frigging funny. just that the movie wasn't really up to the 40 days 40 nights kinda thing, hahaa. at least it had me laughing. *only worth watching if there's really nothing left.* haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhow, mum booked 8:50pm hairspray already ): so i can't go bowling after interclub masters. ARGG. &lt;strong&gt;i'm never gonna get to bowl at vict's before next week!&lt;/strong&gt; damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went over to sicc with basil and we went swimming! yayy. but there was no sun ): so no tan. ohwell. sicc's food is so awesome, it's chinchow was the only drink i've ever taken and lasted me for the whole meal! hahaa. and their portions are &lt;u&gt;beeg&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL. anyway, saw gerald and baldie at sicc, bowling friday's league. ahha, not much today. still pretty boring. but at least i had stuff to do! o.0 basil looks so cute when he's trying to do the rubik's cube! too bad i have no photos. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-6934616433978012097?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6934616433978012097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=6934616433978012097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6934616433978012097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6934616433978012097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/08/omgee-i-went-to-watch-like-evan.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-2280113435847543968</id><published>2007-08-30T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T06:46:34.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TIME -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;settled now, a could of dust;&lt;br /&gt;then unseen, some metal rusts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coulds of grey, turned to stone;&lt;br /&gt;some old man - he walks alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the effects of time have come to past,&lt;br /&gt;nothing but nature is meant to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little something chrees came up over a year ago but never really published it anywhere (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-2280113435847543968?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2280113435847543968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=2280113435847543968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2280113435847543968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2280113435847543968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/08/settled-now-could-of-dust-then-unseen.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-5802127725438026824</id><published>2007-08-27T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:34:44.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rumours labels and categorization,&lt;br /&gt;i'm like a struggling doctor - no patience.&lt;br /&gt;you can say what you want about me,&lt;br /&gt;keep talking while i'm walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can say what you wanna say;&lt;br /&gt;my mind's made up anyway,&lt;br /&gt;taking the high road, going above you,&lt;br /&gt;that was the last time i'm gonna trust you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high road ; fort minor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was so. eeeee. totally couldn't sleep in the bus on the way to segamat, and i like had to get up at probably around 5+ in the morningg, and get rushed to bathe. mom woke me up by handphone cos she probably knew i'd fall asleep again after she woke me up the first time. HAHA! but the place was pretty cool, haven't had diahhorea yet and i guess the food was pretty nice. ): I ONLY HAD ONE RAMLY the whole damn day. thats way too little &gt;&lt;. ohwell, we bowled around 6 games there. i actually got a 17+ average. i thought i would die. LOL but i guess the lanes were pretty hard cos i came in 3rd. heh, champions are : &lt;strong&gt;BRANDON&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;FELICIA&lt;/strong&gt;. woot. HAHA. i'm feeling so boredd now. whee. lets succumb to the lifeless boredom of holiday homework. buhbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-5802127725438026824?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5802127725438026824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=5802127725438026824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/5802127725438026824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/5802127725438026824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/08/rumours-labels-and-categorization-im.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-6912039579598343751</id><published>2007-08-25T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:52:53.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chris: what were you doing just now! dao me for so long&lt;br /&gt;audrey: i was in the toilet can!&lt;br /&gt;chris: can't you bring your keyboard! the wire so long for what&lt;br /&gt;audrey: 0_0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-6912039579598343751?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6912039579598343751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=6912039579598343751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6912039579598343751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/6912039579598343751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/08/chris-what-were-you-doing-just-now-dao.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-527438915072802252</id><published>2007-08-25T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T03:17:24.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omgg, i just watched secret. it was so nice, and the ending was so touching, i like almost had tears rolling. its about this girl who likes this guy but can't keep see him much. cos its really hard work travelling through time and landing your eyes on the guy that you love first before anyone else. anyhow, MUST WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i got beyond godlike with the new hero! its cute, spammable, has high mana, good farming and super imba attribute gain! woot. intel +3.5. imba imba imba. hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i only have to find out how to avoid being killed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-527438915072802252?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/527438915072802252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=527438915072802252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/527438915072802252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/527438915072802252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/08/omgg-i-just-watched-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-2048049917510821737</id><published>2007-08-24T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T06:53:51.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should have taken more notice of what edlyn said about sunblock. I'M FRIED. and not only that. today, IT STARTED TO HURT. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-2048049917510821737?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2048049917510821737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=2048049917510821737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2048049917510821737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2048049917510821737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-should-have-taken-more-notice-of-what.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-2808237305578559746</id><published>2007-08-23T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T05:57:58.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woot. today we went to sentosa. played at the beach with sand balls and boobs. but we still got like, fried in the sun. i look like an overgrown non-scaly lobster. HAHA. ohwell, it was pretty awesome until they set up the teams T.T there're only three people a group! and we couldn't choose our own teams. ahha. not that bad lar, but i wish i could've been paired up with others maan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway kinda bored ever since i came back. nothing much to do, maybe i'll clear up some work if i can be bothered. just chem and math i think. i hope i think. haha! alright. not much to say. hmmm, i was bored enough to actually call and msg miss tan yesterday! but it was like. not much, cos she was overseas, didn't reply more than twice ): ahha, ohwell. geog sucks. thats about as much as everybody knows, cos of miss wee, duhh. and i told her i wish we had her back mann!! omgg. i miss those days. ahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could just PLAY the frigging piano without having to learn and all that. its so tough to spend five minutes struggling with notes i dont know &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; i hate to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody help me cure my boredom! i'm feeling so damn dead right now. bas was supposed to call me for dota. but guess he's busy. been more than an hour. ohwell. talk to meee. i see the first posts on my blog. yayy, i'm so honoured people actually check after a few days. HAHA. ohwell, boredom reigns once again. ahhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-2808237305578559746?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2808237305578559746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=2808237305578559746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2808237305578559746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2808237305578559746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/08/woot.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-4990025548376954738</id><published>2007-08-20T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T09:06:21.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck maan. i got so freaking pissed. the last freaking match of the day. didn't lose the match. leavers spoiled it. fuck lah! so fucking pissed. whole day only kena ks. siaaan, somebody give me a call. i'm in need of friends ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-4990025548376954738?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4990025548376954738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=4990025548376954738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4990025548376954738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/4990025548376954738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/08/fuck-maan.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-3431234311011789225</id><published>2007-08-20T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T07:33:10.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;blogg (: ayeee. today's been quite fun. first had school. i went in late cos i'm sick, so stayed home last night, kinda tired but still couldn't sleep until one plus laa. hahaa, then today, school was okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I HEARD THE KANG ROAR. its so cool. he shouted at me and paul for not much. must be cos chelsea drew 1 all ^^ whee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;training was pretty standard, just doing swings and shots. ian jack and paul all claim my droppoint is frigging close to my ankle which is like wtf? my problem is that its too far! ayee, they say i'm obsessed ^^ maybe i've become. haha! you have to be obsessed to do well anyway. i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then uncle mike rounded up the sec threes for this thing about line shifting, so cool la. its never happened before. actually HE'S A GOOD COACH. just that i don't think he has the time to pursue it. OHWELL. jia you uncle mike (: maybe one day you'll be one. i hope he will. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyhow. came back and dota dota dota'd all the way. haha! first match was not too bad. huskar hit a 13-6, then i played the worst lanaya i've seen in months. and the second worst bone i've known. so the next two games were feed to the max, for anyone who knows dota they'd understand, haha! now i'm gonna try playing with music on. see if my shadowfiend can work wonders for me today xD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tcha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-3431234311011789225?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3431234311011789225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=3431234311011789225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3431234311011789225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/3431234311011789225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogg-ayeee.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-5785719640218425246</id><published>2007-08-17T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T09:35:31.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. (: this was a uberfantastic week. i stayed in hostel only during sunday night! the rest of the days i was sick. whee, so i had to go home. had myself coughing up blood. but since it doesn't hurt too bad, i guess i'm not complaining! ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a really awesome week, yesterday we like broke down, almost. i ALMOST cried. ahha. thanks for sharing everything hon xD mandy's the one yo. thanks for being there for me. (: i'm sorry i've been cold, i tried not to let it in me but it already was, anyway i'll be trying to change. for the better, we'll go through this together like we promised okaie. (: mandy's the love. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tommorow i'm going to watch a movie! oh yes. speaking of movies, i'd watched rush hour 3 a week ago. its so freaking funny. there are so many scenes that made me laugh even though i was trying to control (sore throat see?) but it totally killed my throat by the time i was done and i gave up controlling my laughter halfway through. paul didn't hold back. spoiling the whole movie for those around us. ^^ paul's laughter is damn freaking funny, SURE RECOGNISE ONE. 100% guarantee with signature chop seal and stamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't realise i had "Tell the World" by hillsongs in my iPod. that song owns my world. ^^ i wish God'd take over again. maybe it'll be soon. i won't know. haha! god bless all. i feel so holy. LOL. yet i know i'm not T.T tcha people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-5785719640218425246?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5785719640218425246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=5785719640218425246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/5785719640218425246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/5785719640218425246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-2701499776126292126</id><published>2007-08-14T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:25:59.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay i got a new blog ^^. actually its not. i just changed the address on my first one. whee, since i'm so lazy to find a new skin, and this one isn't too bad. ahha. just its frigging emo. piss. i've been sick the last two days, so lucky right! can stay at home! not when you're coughing up blood. damn its painful. my throat's on fire. ): god help me please. hahaa. i miss those guys back in school ): all my roomie's. the best, always been. hehe. somebody send me a song pleshh. *long distance phone calls* by *saw loser*. i've heard it on the radio and its so freaking nice! ): but i can't seem to find the download anywhere. sniff. life's not always fair. hehe. since my skin is emo. my song to match it will be emo! quite emo. whee! actually emo songz are pretty cool. just can't keep listening to them for hours. i'll start feeling suicidal. HAHA! anyhow. see ya'll. my first post in almost half a year or something. hahaa, oh yes. so shout out to those people on my tagboard, thanks for tagging so much even though i've been inactive. i feel so honoured. and please, spammer/anon. stop making stacey look like a total slut. i'm not close to her but she would never say that. (: thank you! and may your mind be less corrupted in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye people ^^ drop a tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-2701499776126292126?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2701499776126292126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=2701499776126292126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2701499776126292126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/2701499776126292126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay-i-got-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-114204590277194352</id><published>2006-03-10T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T18:58:22.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haaizz</title><content type='html'>noooooooo. i'm bored!! and lazy. wanna go out.. dun wanna watch m0vie. dun wanna bowl. waaaa, wad shld i do! rawr. everything so boring. hmmm. what wuld be a FUN ting to do -.-"? so bored. noooo. had chinese tuition. sux lahs. dot dot dot. byezz ppl. nonsensical post =) o yar.. if i can find a nice templ8 might move to another URL. dunnoe if can find not. dot dot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-114204590277194352?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/114204590277194352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=114204590277194352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114204590277194352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114204590277194352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2006/03/haaizz.html' title='haaizz'/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-114182864922185499</id><published>2006-03-08T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T06:37:29.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woweee</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;haloz, =)) i wanna change my skin! this one makes me feel oh-so-lethargic. muwahaha, i love qaasimy! he's damn funnie in his presentations man, just now we had a trail. its so damn funny i juz wanna do it again an again! hahaha.. today real shiok lar, but very. very. very tired, did part of pft this morning in gym, got C for shuttle run =(( but standing broad jump, 2.4km and sit-upz got A! w00te. thats damn good for a guy who used to be damn friggin' fat okaie. dun laugh pls=)) wakaka. tagmyboard! bbyez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-114182864922185499?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/114182864922185499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=114182864922185499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114182864922185499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114182864922185499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2006/03/woweee.html' title='woweee'/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-114174198459075513</id><published>2006-03-07T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T06:53:25.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N000000---</title><content type='html'>shtshtShT!! tomorrow got 2.4 and napfa, e fitness test, however you spell it -.-". its gonna be damn tiring lar. i wanna get gold, but i'm damn tired todayy, nooooooo. hehes, training went quite well lar. my impact was godlike! muhhaha, total ownage for the pins. wakakaka. die pins die. but very fast tired, si weights. hehe, anyway gotta rest, tomo gonna be dead tired. NiteZ =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-114174198459075513?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/114174198459075513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=114174198459075513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114174198459075513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114174198459075513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2006/03/n000000.html' title='N000000---'/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-114165241497982996</id><published>2006-03-06T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T06:00:33.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOTS.</title><content type='html'>haha, today i BY RIGHT shld be damn happyy lar. but i'm so tired, no strength to be happy. so whole day. my face no expression. except for a few times lar. xD feel so DEAD. tonite summor cfm have to stay up. so much HW. got math project must do on comp.. english presentation, dun care tt 1. still got wadd ting. my wonderful piece of paper! hahas. decorating it for fun. xD learn from andy wenn i saw him do last yr. but his one is full paper. mine is smaller, and its only border- *si slacker chris*. teehee, bowled damn well lar. ball speed went UP and rev went DOWN. or well i assumed it went down since i couldn't see anything with my strike z0ne. sigh. dun lyk camo balls. muhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yar. after school mentor came talk to me. see lar. stupid math teacher complain again. keep it up gonna piss ME AGAIN. rawr. dun lyk her. like math. dot........ hehez. noting to talk le lar. ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-114165241497982996?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/114165241497982996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=114165241497982996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114165241497982996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114165241497982996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2006/03/dots.html' title='DOTS.'/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-114151875126247644</id><published>2006-03-04T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T16:32:31.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wOoT!!</title><content type='html'>wOOt! yesterday rockkd man! shld have blogged last nite, but was really damn tired. so i fell asleep instead. =)) sleep is a good sport many enjoy in their free time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the real FUN was what happened before that. i blew out loads of electricity in my house, lucky and thank god for me i'm still alive today! hehes. could have died know! then i can't see everyone anymore =(. anyways itz cos i was trying to put the iPod charger (2 metal thingys to put in) into one of them up and one of them down. like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;----used this one&lt;br /&gt; _   _&lt;---and this one! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i short-circuited loads of stuff, the lights went off. my speakers were dead, chargers were off.. lucky!--aircon was on. MUHAHAHA! so. being the stupid chicken i was, i hid under my blanket with no fear of being hot. waKaKaKa! bbyes all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                -end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-114151875126247644?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/114151875126247644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=114151875126247644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114151875126247644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114151875126247644'/><link 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it for about 15 mins. it became DAMN hot. hehes. i dunoe how is it now.. haiz.. stupid chris. another screw up your driver. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things bothering my head--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--letting go is never easy. i tried to make myself think it didn't matter anymore. but i couldn't help myself. i know it does. no matter how i try to shrink it. it won't dissapear. its still there.. i can't let you go. not soon and definetly not now.. i wish i had you by my side. not only you don't want me. your friends detest me. sigh, maybe i'm really not worthy of such a person.. i was afraid i would screw it up sometime or another. but i thought we could pull it through. i was wrong.. why did you leave me? why don't you care.. why don't you call.. why is it so hard to show love to someone who doesn't respond in any way at all.. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--just.a.little.something.i.dreamt.of.yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still.i.wait.for.that.time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you broke my heart, you told lies.&lt;br /&gt;through the pain and all my sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, theres still you&lt;br /&gt;be there for everything we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, twice alone,&lt;br /&gt;i always thought you were a clone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always near, always here,&lt;br /&gt; you will never see me tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you loved me, you said so,&lt;br /&gt;said that just before you let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were also like a theft-&lt;br /&gt;breaking my heart, leaving nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams, i saw you,&lt;br /&gt;i even thought my dreams came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you needed me, i was there&lt;br /&gt;but now its plain to see, you don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all your friends and all my fears,&lt;br /&gt;you'd never take me back for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams- you were mine,&lt;br /&gt;still i wait- for that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-114139450439839202?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/114139450439839202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=114139450439839202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114139450439839202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114139450439839202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2006/03/tsmylfe.html' title='|tsMyL|fe'/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-114122766692621132</id><published>2006-03-01T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:12:06.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why does everything screw up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hbblock"&gt;&lt;label id="HbSession" sessionid="3090385520"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;my life has officially gotten worse, i have pissed queenie lee qi and nashita t. pillay off for joking with nashita about her appetite, apparently she concealed previously obtained anger towards me before letting it out like several sticks of lit dynamite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have suffered before and shall suffer in the future. but never did i expect it from one of my best classmates in 2005. its alright for me. she gets pissed. i can't dance. life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not me.. i'd stay behind to find out what i did wrong before doing anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry nashita if you can read this but i don't think you were fair to me cos you NEVER told me what i did to piss either you or your ex-roomie off. besides stickin' around. which i don't even do in school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY OWN THOUGHTS-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*vulgarities and inappropriate post-material has been cut here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nash, queenie. i'm sorry. andy, why did you go. i need you most now man.. to cheer me up. the one who used to cheer people up. i don't work anymore man.. i'm just broken.. like a toy, thrown away. cast aside by its lazy owners unwilling to mend it. it shall never share the same shelf with its fellow toys. it has little chance of being repaired. where had it been broken. in the heart, &lt;3 is eternal people say. well.. people are liars. you told me you felt &lt;3 for me, looking at things, how can love be eternal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will walk beside me&lt;br /&gt;when they are all against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-114122766692621132?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/114122766692621132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=114122766692621132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="HbSession" sessionid="2596649878"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;damnit. today really sucks! but i learnt to look on the bright side of most given situations( a wee bit more (= ), so it isn't to bad to me. but wenn i look at it..? its realli fucked up. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first started with soccer in the morning. =)) the juniors play damn good. all crowd in one circle like talking. i play defender/goalie for the smaller area/field/whateva. i let in 3 goals siaaa =( i blur like sotong. hahas, dun care, i still saved quite a few, and its fun anywayy. hehes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was no fun manns, kept goin' alone, i wanna school-assigned buddy IN my class! hahas.. then i'd have someone assigned to let me disturbb. xD wakakaka den the bloody math teacher got me ****ing pissed off lar. ask her to print the papers only. she kao pei like siao, damn irritating she keep talking to us like primary school lyk that.' now class, you must learn how to do .... 'cos it will come out in your test and if you don't learn it you will definetly fail!' like what the fuck. i don't believe it. hahas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school was the worst man, i met ben kheng and dexter at the general office, they were all lyk freaked out at going to a barber provided by the school. truth be told? so was i -.=". i mean its scary lar! u grow your hair for lyk 2-3 months and bother to go to a nice plce to get it cut. and they ar gonna help u shave off everything! what the hell! hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about bein' a bit vulgar just nows.. was real pissed- mostly at the teacher tingy larh. hahas.. den just onli at night, mr happy harry and mr ram0ne wanted 2 c us. for WHAT? declaration of WAR! nahh, i wish, nothing that dramatic xD. talked about lots of crap lar. could have said everything in 5 mins. -.-" lyk.. tidy your room? that'll fit well.. =)) and at night nash managed to kope from me my last piece of craCkerS =)) its okaie. xD i didn't really wanna eat crackers much anyway.. haha! nash is a hungry person -.-" she eats alot. hahas well.. quite long post. or very? mayB not too lar. i hope =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  --the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-114112572200859017?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/114112572200859017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=114112572200859017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114112572200859017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114112572200859017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2006/02/walao.html' title='WA.lao!'/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-114105200671638352</id><published>2006-02-27T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T07:56:52.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>halo guyz =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;label id="HbSession" sessionid="801270390"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;heyy, whoa today was damn tiring! hahas, had interval runs mann, instead of sprinting once on my last lap i spirinted on second, got 51! grr, not happy so tried again. hehez i sprint 250+m cannot tahan ler manNs, really too much, i juz jog to e line, STILL GOT 57!!! RAWR, if i sprinted e rest of the lap i could have made a damn gd timing larhx, for my standard =X trackers if u read this dont laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was FUN, minus the SUPERALOT of books! hahas i had to carry damn alot of them around in a sling, sighx damn tiring mann.. hahas =) i wanna HOVERSACK, xD or a crumpler, strap beri big so carry also not so pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowled quite well thou!line was 30-20. but really damn tired, first time i slept in e bus on e way there manns.. hahas.. so couldn't really perform la, lucky today had no games, =( but very sian to train all the while, hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;=)) feeling quite happy today, ova e weekend replied quite a HIGH ratio of my msg's, yaYy! hahas.. i don't love anyone else!=) juzz you.. don't need to ask, dont need to doubt =) its okay if you don't love me, its okay if you dont even like me. cos thats not what love is about! itz about wanting the other persons happiness to exist as best as it could, with or without you. being with you for awhile was a bonus. i shouldn't look at it as if you left me, i should look at it as you gave me a chance. god has giveth, god can taketh away. praise the father for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;let there be love--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-114105200671638352?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/114105200671638352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=114105200671638352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114105200671638352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114105200671638352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2006/02/halo-guyz.html' title='halo guyz =)'/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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-18473697.post-114084211450900553</id><published>2006-02-24T20:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:35:14.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>noname</title><content type='html'>yayy juz finished tuition! xD so bored now until i even changed my blogskin! grr had to re-do everything took so long mannx.. got nothin to do now. later goin out =) dad wan2 look at new shoes. hehehe.. might be able to get one myself! &gt;=) haha.. super short post. bored so got nothin' to write. cyaz xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18473697-114084211450900553?l=ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/114084211450900553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18473697&amp;postID=114084211450900553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114084211450900553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18473697/posts/default/114084211450900553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifhewillbeloved.blogspot.com/2006/02/noname_24.html' title='noname'/><author><name>- Dead Letters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798679450933706087</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>
