<?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-9562577</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:50:04.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apoplexy</title><subtitle type='html'>It is the record, the carbon disc, the written document about my life. It contains true feeling, true emotions, true thinkings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-114533935509151864</id><published>2006-04-18T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T13:49:15.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Engine Started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-114533935509151864?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/114533935509151864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/114533935509151864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2006/04/yo.html' title='YO!'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-114241811628814225</id><published>2006-03-15T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T18:21:56.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Modernization has generally enhance the material level of Civilization throughout the world. But has it also enhanced the moral and cultural dimensions of civilization? In some respects, this appears to be the case. Slavery, torture, vicious abuse of individuals, have become less and less acceptable in the contemporary world. In this, however, simply the result of the impact of Western civilization on other cultures and hence will a moral reversion occur as Western power declines? Much evidence exists in the 1990s for the relevance of the "sheer chaos" paradigm of world affairs; a global breakdown of law and order, failed states and increasing arnachy in many parts of the world. A global crime wave, transnational mafias and drug cartels, increasing drug addiction in many societies, a general weakening of the family, a decline in trust and social solidarity in many countries, ethnic, religious and civilization's violence and rule by the gun prevalent in much of the world. In city after city, crime seems to be soaring and basic elements of civilization fading away.&lt;br /&gt;The intensification of ethnic, racial and religious conflicts would cause a ramification of world politics into several interest groups, each with the protection of its own interests in the conflict as the cooperative foundation. (EG, Israelis and Americans)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-114241811628814225?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/114241811628814225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/114241811628814225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-random-thoughts.html' title='Some random thoughts'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-114241458465088375</id><published>2006-03-15T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T17:23:04.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection of Movie "Saving Private Ryan"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obviously, Director Steven Spielberg has done a wonderful job in duplicating the bloody scene of disastrous Normandy landing, and his culmination would never be forgotten. While showing the true facet of World War II, he has brought tremendous solace to his fellow Jewish origins; whose loss in this war is impeccable. The portrayed hero, Captain John Miller, with his intrepid, reticent and vigilant personalities bespeak the true soul of fatigued Allied soldiers in the war.&lt;br /&gt;The scene at the small French town showed the different complexes of feelings from different perspective zoom-in of the eight main characters; nostalgia, anxiety, hatred and of course, intensive love and care for the family members. The timorous French soldier vividly illustrated the immaturity and the fear-of-cruelty of a dynamic youth whose time should be spent on jocularious things that he is adroit at. The war destroyed his future. A felon under the pretext of Third Reich started a plethora of avoidable tragedy that systematically eliminated one of the world's most intelligent yet hapless race furtively. While revising the history with apoplexy, it is pretty ironic that human kind never learns from its own mistakes, just as the fact that the blood-stained wars are still going on in many part of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-114241458465088375?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/114241458465088375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/114241458465088375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2006/03/reflection-of-movie-saving-private_15.html' title='Reflection of Movie &quot;Saving Private Ryan&quot;'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-114150613260288129</id><published>2006-03-05T04:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T05:02:12.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sometimes, i dunno wad takes for a guy to be serious. I SERIOUSLY WANT TO RETAIN. When i said that to someone, they either give me that "WTF" face or laugh away as a joke. =.="". Ok. i will attest my statement here again. i have not planned to enter uni yet (especially those local ones). Firstly of all, i dun even noe wad course to take, i am ardent at null. Being capricious, those delectable courses juz dun seem attractive enough to seduce me. Secondly, my SAT score could get me into Ivy League in US, and being practical (or pragmatic), i will prefer US for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Thirdly, i missed admission to US dis year coz the dealine cease at 1st Jan (for which my mum is still blaming me for being a retard, SORRY LAH). Fourthly, i need to upgrade myself in order to hav a mesmerized result that will finally end me up in top colleges. I am still not there yet. Sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Reasons explained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Yours Truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-114150613260288129?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/114150613260288129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/114150613260288129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok.html' title='Ok'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-113714439150216527</id><published>2006-01-13T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:27:50.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw 2006.</title><content type='html'>So the new year starts, wif my stomach filled wif Mc-delivery food. I wasnt jocularious, but ok, i am contended. Life goes as normal, nothing special, and the timorous me here remains unchanged. Kim asks me to be more optimisitic, but i am not capricious since the my first day. Well everybody around me is envisaging themselves holding the aced results, i was/am pointing the finger at myself and decided to back out like a loser. I ma not quixotic, juz the fact that i havnt been putting things into life, and so, i dun deserve the impunity like those aces do. I won't complain, coz i noe the trammelled me would burst out one day after the culminating anticipation. Screw life, that's not awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-113714439150216527?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/113714439150216527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/113714439150216527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2006/01/screw-2006.html' title='Screw 2006.'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-113299988795972825</id><published>2005-11-26T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:33:38.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money is the root of all evil deeds???? Not really, it is the double standard of the human nature that resulted in the evil deeds done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We are forever sinful, but we always reject the idea and blame on non-spiritual subtances to bear the sins for us. Arrows and money, the two best example to illustrate my points are forever accused to be the source of eveil, source of crime. However, it is the double standard nature of the human beings; the incurable disease of soul that is creating these sins and creating the excuses for these sins. As Mr. Samuel Huntingtion illustated vividly in his book "Clash of Civilizations", hypocrisy, double standards, and "but nots" are the price of universalist pretensions. Democracy is promoted but not if it brings Islamic fundamentalists to power; nonproliferation is preached for Iran and Iraq but not for Israel; free trade is the elixir of economic growth but not for agriculture; human rights are an issue with China but not with Saudi Arabia; aggrssions against oil-owning Kuwaitis is massively repulsed but not against non-oil-owning Bosnians.&lt;br /&gt;From individual level, we classify human kinds into rich and poor, ill and healthy, "kind" and "evil" according to our own measurements through self-standardisation. We treated them differently and adjust apporiately according to times. It is the same reason that behind the accusion of money as the root of evil. When we are contented with the ease brought by the paper currency, we praised its effective uses and even the creators of money. However when we find that we sinned sometimes as money acting the indirect intermediate, this kind of vis-a-vis will eventually result in the curse of money and classifying money as root of evil while sucking up to it. It is the reality of double standards that we fail to recognize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-113299988795972825?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/113299988795972825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/113299988795972825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2005/11/money-is-root-of-all-evil-deeds-not.html' title='Money is the root of all evil deeds???? Not really, it is the double standard of the human nature that resulted in the evil deeds done.'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-112920386065681345</id><published>2005-10-13T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:34:04.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am graduating....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tmr is the day, the day that i hav been waiting for such a long time, and today is the day, that i found myself hesitating to come to the fact that i am graduating tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I hav told myself that i dun hav to get up at 5.55am every morning to make sure that i get to school on time. I dun hav to wear the same uniform again and again. I dun hav to visit the infamous tpjc canteen for a quick bite.&lt;br /&gt;But i found that i will miss the dudes, miss the two teachers there (namely Mr. Au and Ms. Ng), miss the time when Mr. Edward Chew put me down to CW for not tucking in the shirt, miss the time when i composed songs on bus, and miss the time when Mrs Mei Chiew talk non-stop about non-GP stuff during GP lessons, miss the time when Mr. Chow writes non-stop on the whiteboard without uttering a word, miss the time when Mdm. Hana cried, and miss the time when i slept lyk a log on the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-112920386065681345?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/112920386065681345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/112920386065681345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-graduating.html' title='I am graduating....'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-112876042903113620</id><published>2005-10-08T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:34:27.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SAT IS A MESS, THAT'S ALL.&lt;br /&gt;GOT MUG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-112876042903113620?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/112876042903113620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/112876042903113620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2005/10/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-112860166366321504</id><published>2005-10-06T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:35:21.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I came to a decision; not giving up till the last moment. It was and it IS my principle, i should not provide myself wif an alternative.&lt;br /&gt;And i came to a decision, i will earn my own bucks, and be independent of my parents financially after entering uni. Coz of a simple reason, i am a man.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is my SAT, gotta mug.&lt;br /&gt;I found that i am financially capable of US tertiary education, but not academically yet, so.................. not giving up till the last moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-112860166366321504?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/112860166366321504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/112860166366321504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-111520573690021860</id><published>2005-05-04T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:35:55.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ever felt lyk a lump of shit? If ur answer is no, you should came and found me yesterday and i would prove to u. So, i failed my econ test, i get a Golden 9/25, which is the worst, i mean WORST grade i hav gotten in this yr. OK, i just dun feel lyk talking about econ now, suffering from pessimism now. It is lyk a dampener on the tennis racket, oh yeah, did i say i wanna stop it?&lt;br /&gt;Well, this econ test has a chain effect, Junhuan is lyk a retard, telling me he has gotten a 14 by luck while i was on fire. Well, i get a 9 for an out-of-point essay (coz i did not copy down the qn before ng removed her transparency, and i did it according to my imagination before noeing the actual one) and a less than quarter finished essay. Fug that shit and shut up if u are tecko, am i rite?&lt;br /&gt;Apart from all those shits, i have completed composing three more pieces by this week, all three are untitled and welcome suitable title, i mean SUITABLE, dun be a retard to give me a LAMO pls.&lt;br /&gt;On fire.&lt;br /&gt;noob.bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-111520573690021860?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/111520573690021860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/111520573690021860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2005/05/bullshit-day_04.html' title='Bullshit day'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-111348267572090539</id><published>2005-04-14T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:38:06.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music is my life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So, thanks God, my favourite cello reached in Singapore yesterday. I feel hilarious while my mum is abit mad, not because i spent money AGAIN, but because my mum dun wan me to purchase any more instruments coz it is the main distraction for my studies. And that is the reason for why my mum disallow me to get a piano despite the fact that i am going to use my own savings. LOL. So, a simple introduction for my cello, it is made in the 1870s, solely for performance, German Saxon style, after more than 100 years, it came into my hands (An amateur). While i gonna conquer the skills and STUDY HARD at the same time, coz i still want the piano....lol.....oh yeah, good game, tp soccer team&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-111348267572090539?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/111348267572090539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/111348267572090539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2005/04/music-is-my-life.html' title='Music is my life!'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-111330931697652298</id><published>2005-04-12T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:36:50.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a new life DESPERATELY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So, almost two months since the previous post, not that i was busy, but juz too lazy to update this thing here. Well, i feel inspired today, i juz watched a video on an interview with Bill Gates and Richard Branson, i feel "changed". My life needs a change DESPERATELY. I had been thinking about being fortunate to be born into a family whereby i can get anything i want under the sky. I did not take it for granted, but i did not appreciate it. Dad and mum has never uttered a word when i want something, i made wild request such as a "car for uni", my dad nodded and said nothing. I used to hurt my dad's favourite car before the legal age of driving, while dad said nothing. I feel guilty now, a strange complex of disappointment and anger visited upon me. I had no life. I am mature enuff to step on my own path instead of depending on my parents. They are no longer young and i am part of their heavy burden. I need to strive for my own best, survive on my own, independent, for the sake of myself, my family's pride and for the glory of our Mighty Lord&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-111330931697652298?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/111330931697652298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/111330931697652298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-need-new-life-desperately.html' title='I need a new life DESPERATELY'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-110839075833258587</id><published>2005-02-14T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:37:15.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I felt empty, i felt meaningless about my life. An unexpected sense of tense. My mum said i am semimental today, and yes, I am. As i was revising my life, i felt my lifE has lost iTs direction, my compass is no longer within my palm, i lost my purpose. I was proven by what my father once said:' U will feel empty if ur world is filled wif money notes rather than ur own meanning of life. ". I admire that kind of care-free life that others are enjoying, i seemed to be blinded by the cards, by the notes, by the coins in my wallets. I AM IRRIATED BY THE SIGHT OF MONEY FOR NO MEANING. I want back my childhood, that is so care-free, so easily contented, as long as there was two bucks for a lollipop, i am satisfied and exceptionally grateful. I cannot get that kind of feeling even though i am holding two hundreds or even two thousands dollars. I am gone, the most original, the most naive, the most troubleless Bishuo is lost, but I WANT THAT BACK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-110839075833258587?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110839075833258587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110839075833258587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-hope.html' title='I hope'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-110637842263784271</id><published>2005-01-22T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T15:20:22.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum, no...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, today is doomed....My mum talked to me again about hiring a tutor for me. Well, i juz hate tutors, they are merely a bunch of idiots who are older than me and more VJ than me......I have argued wif her that i could do well on myself and also tried to prove her by telling that i could pass my Promo by three-days-of-hardwork.....Well, my mum juz replied me coldly, stating:" You have already said the reason for hiring a tutor, ur hardwork could only last for three days, then don't even mention about three weeks or three years....". (ECON STUDENTS) IN THE CONCLUSION, my mum offered me a trial period of three weeks to check me out.......erhhhhhhhhhh.....trial again!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-110637842263784271?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110637842263784271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110637842263784271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2005/01/mum-no.html' title='Mum, no...'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-110614344347773568</id><published>2005-01-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:39:47.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Someone says he is a traitor, a guy who betray the belief that had cultivated him into the Premier of China. Someone says he is a loyalist, a guy who is loyal to his people, trying all means to improve the standards of living for them. And someone says he is a weakling, a guy who cry for the students that protested at Tiananmen Square. Someone says he is strong, a guy who had withstood the high pressure coming from the high-ranking bureaucrats and stick to what he believe is the right way. However, undoubtly, he is the guy who lay out the blueprint for the economic boom that China is enjoying today. And undoubtly, he is the guy who had led his rest of his life miserably under house arrest after 1989 incident. And undoubtly, he is the guy who dedicated all his life in improving the overall picture of the nation, and the standards of life for his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memorial of Zhao Ziyang, the then Premier of China, who died this Monday at the age of 85. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-110614344347773568?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110614344347773568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110614344347773568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2005/01/he.html' title='He.....'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-110515792336380584</id><published>2005-01-08T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:41:23.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;well, 14 days after the last post..... This week is tough on me, the f**king tests are blocking up my way and devouring my time. At the begining of my new term and new year, a series of goals are set, well i found that i WILL not complete any one of them!!!!!. First, my first target is NOT TO SKIP LESSONS, well, just for the first week, i have skipped SCHOOL (NOT LESSONS) / Play truancy for four days, a load of Parent Letters have to be prinited to cover these holes....It seems to be a conspiracy among my classmates to skip lessons whenever we want.......zzzzzzzzzzz......Coming back to tests, i SCREWED all of them, i mean ALL, i could already imagine my teachers' shouting :"Bishuo, WAT THE HELL U DO IN THE HOLIDAYS???? WHERE IS UR HOMEWORK? SHOW ME!!!!!"......Well, it sounds terrible, but it is TERRIBLE....my second target is STUDY HARD, well, look, i am still calling my neighbours to my house playing CS wif me....so anyone of u think i can achieve this target????? Thirdly, it is to be more close to God, well, i have faith in myself and believe i can!!!!!!!! muhahahahaha........one out of three ======DEAD END!!!!!!! Oh yeah, my self-composed songs are out.........One classical piece and a pop song titled "JUE WANG DE NA YI KE", (given by CCL) lolx.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I memorial of the victims of the tsunami disaster, my wording woud be white wif the black background.....obeserve silence for one minute after reading.......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-110515792336380584?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110515792336380584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110515792336380584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-14-days-after-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-110398383168731622</id><published>2004-12-25T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:41:03.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nothing much to say, just be grateful for God to bless me on His Birthday wif my most wanted and desired gift.......Thy mightiness shines gloriously on me and i feel!!!!!!! Thanks God, and again.......Happy Birthday.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-110398383168731622?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110398383168731622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110398383168731622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2004/12/gift.html' title='The gift'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-110371740260527587</id><published>2004-12-22T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:42:12.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fruitful Wednesday!!!!!!!! Well......it is trully fruitful, coz i have just finished re-writing two songs into piano scripts. (seeing them at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/piano_scripts.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.) My sight is a bit blur now...lolx....OH YEAH.....i havnt eaten....OMG.......i forgot it!!!!!!!!Off to eat now!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-110371740260527587?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110371740260527587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110371740260527587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2004/12/boaking_22.html' title='Boaking'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-110345909136194754</id><published>2004-12-19T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:43:09.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatles Rox!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hehehee......how time flies......Today is a boreing day....coz i have been spending my time looking for a game titled Beach Life.....well, my effort is put in vain.....I cannot find a damn shop selling them....they would either tell me :"The game is old, no more stock!" Or "All sold out, waiting for new ones to come!!!"...Yeah Yeah....anyway, just don't hav lah......Wish anyone who is looking at my Blog would help me to ask around.....I am willing to offer orginal price for the game if it is brand new and come wif the package and manuals.....And i am willing to offer $35 for the CD only......Thanks!!!!! Oh yeah..... Beatles Rox!!!!!!!!!!!!Try them even though they are old!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-110345909136194754?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110345909136194754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110345909136194754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2004/12/beatles-rox.html' title='Beatles Rox!!!!!'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-110317093398691850</id><published>2004-12-16T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:47:28.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More stories to come....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Too tired yesterday... continue today. Yup, that damn CIP again. After that "holy" Friday, i decided not to go for that absymal, idiotic "service" FOREVER, and on the consecutive days, which means Saturday and Sunday, i was sitting at home, holding the pizza-flavored potato chips in one hand, and scrolling the mouse in the other hand.... time REALLY flies and the scenario staged on yesterday............&lt;br /&gt;While i was doing that devouring-and-scrolling job again, i found myself the only guy who havnt completed the "holy" service after meeting my classmates on MSN, well my buddy Aldrian DID remind me to go for that "holy" stuff on Saturday, however.....u know me lah......LAZINESS ALWAYS CAUSES TROUBLES FOR ME!!!!! so now, i found that i' m doomed and at the wits' end and i will only earn the two "holy" hours by taking care of someone left off by the society, THE OLD FOLKS HOME........well..........well...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-110317093398691850?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110317093398691850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110317093398691850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2004/12/more-stories-to-come.html' title='More stories to come....'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-110313111811454558</id><published>2004-12-16T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:50:34.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look at the time!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My tired eyes are there, doing their striking jobS again. Today is a lame dae wif lameful "excitement". Firstly, the damn CIP. Okay, CIP is "holy" defined as Community Involvement Program. Honestly saying, i am short of it. I lacked two hours of such "holy" service to a foreign country in order to get promoted. (absurd? NAH=SINGAPOREAN, YES=FOREIGNER). We went down to Youth Park that is located along the Orchard Road to complete this impossible mission of completing the two hours by doing some stuff that are not pre-mentioned. Well, the rule of the game is that we go and ask people to donate, for every $10 we get donated for, we get one "holy" CIP hour. Well, someone may think that is an easy job....NAH.....we were walking along the Orchard Road....looking at lovebirds in and out of the damn shopping centres, when my buddies are JUZ approaching them.... they will suddenly change their routes and running away from us....As if we have the word "TERRORIST" ironed on our foreheads. However, look that two IKEA guys.... they are distributing some God-knows-what, and those people who run away from us are like bees to honey; being attracted to them..... What a pity, Singaporean.....(no offence, *peace*)!!!!! CIP seems to lose its true meaning.... it is like playing Monopoly, u need luck instead of dedication. If a lucky guy struck a rich man, getting $20 in one go, he would hav went to Starbucks and hav a cup of Espresso AND watching at his poor buddy who run up and down for a 20 cents donation from an old A-ma......Well.... i am not doing any thing about it, coz i am not Singaporean....so heck care...i just regret that i did not take 20 bucks from my wallet, drop them inside, and walk home wif the 2 hours completed!!!!!LOLX!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-110313111811454558?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110313111811454558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110313111811454558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2004/12/look-at-time.html' title='look at the time!!!!'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-110293479732627773</id><published>2004-12-13T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:58:09.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*^*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, my eyes are shouting for rest, so make it short. I have juz uploaded all my piano scripts onto the the website. I have been spending my whole holiday rewriting them into piano playalbe scripts. OKAY, just pray that they are not being MISUSED, and all of those downloading them would treasure them dearly.&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/9562577-110293479732627773?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110293479732627773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110293479732627773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_13.html' title='*^*'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-110286754903067494</id><published>2004-12-12T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:57:34.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*%*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Phew, just nice, my last post on the day was written on the first minute of a fresh new day. I just finish my music site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-110286754903067494?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110286754903067494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110286754903067494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_12.html' title='*%*'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-110283663773866903</id><published>2004-12-12T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:56:59.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, sad day. My great grandfather fell sick again. He is 85 this year and still healthy. We love him dearly as an elder and care for him as a friend. Days passed as he aged, he seems to be aware of his own health and wants to lead the rest of his life in peace. I pray, pray for FULL recovery of his illness, may God Bless!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-110283663773866903?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110283663773866903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110283663773866903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2004/12/well.html' title='Well.....'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562577.post-110276190926503136</id><published>2004-12-11T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:56:02.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My damn holiday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, i look into the damn blue sky every morning, my alarm-clock is only shouting when the noon sunshine burning my ass up. Mum used to tell me that i should plan my day well wif detailed procedures on wat should i do during each time, glad to say that i am doing so......&lt;br /&gt;1st: Throw the alarming clock on the floor....&lt;br /&gt;2nd: Only starts to rub my sleepy eyes when i realise that i have broken that poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Switch on my laptop and pet my hungery dog.&lt;br /&gt;4th: Back to sleep again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562577-110276190926503136?l=alwizg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110276190926503136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562577/posts/default/110276190926503136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwizg.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-damn-holiday_11.html' title='My damn holiday...'/><author><name>Alwizg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674589033099628417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://www.tpjcian.net/diao_bishuo/me.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
