<?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-1987307648257180207</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:40:00.395+08:00</updated><category term='because a girl like you is impossible to find'/><title type='text'>Life A Camera</title><subtitle type='html'>Feel My World Through This Lenses</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>224</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-7805078479121459132</id><published>2011-12-31T14:57:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T17:55:18.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsTEpUUEeCs/Tv6-jwmFlzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Fiz5GO4u4qk/s1600/firework.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692196500592236338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsTEpUUEeCs/Tv6-jwmFlzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Fiz5GO4u4qk/s320/firework.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo! I'm back blogging on the last day of 2011. It feels like I was writing the 31st Dec 2010 entry just yesterday. So how has been your 2011?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still learning in 2011. I am getting alittle more independent and brave I guess. I'm going to places alone and I am already thinking of travelling alone! Some day I am going to try travelling alone.I guess the experience will be very unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the business aspect, I am still learning the trade of business, establishing my values (this will affect how I will run the business I realised), and managing expectation. Y'know I figured out that in business, alot of things actually got to do with expectation and how we managed them to achieve the desire outcome. Someone gave me a very critical advice in 2011. She explained to me that "what may seen right in our eyes might not be shared by others. It is how we managed this expectation so that we could meet our eyes." Her advice enlightened me in some aspects of life and in business, maybe you may like to ponder also?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my national commitment, I completed my vocational training and was selected to join a group of further training. During that intensive course, some thing happened on the second day of training and I went on stretcher and onto the ambulance. That was a time that the fragility of life hit on me again. Im glad the issue wasn't serious behind this episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that this year is pretty hectic as I continued to juggle between my national liability and the family business. But I always believed that this intensity will put me to test my ability to manage my life that this skill could come in handy in the years to come. Come next year, the challenge will be greater as I have lined up exciting arrangement for the business and also, the commercing of my school life again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can we expect in 2012? I can't say for sure, but let's keep our faith in God that he will gives us the best and meant to be good for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am going to Hongkong in 2012 :D Yeahhhhh. I am going there for 10days! I know it is alittle too many days for a small island but it has always been my desire to tour the island slowly- so that I could sit at some cafe with a cuppa and enjoy seeing other people in another cities while I enjoy the slow pace of my life. I always find that lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the girl that I mentioned last year? Heh, we are still in contact. I did something daring I guess. 2 days before her birthday I took her by surprised. I appeared infront of her and gave her a very simple present! Thank God, she didn't reject it. I was so worried that she might. So did I had racing heart beats? Yes I do. I had to try to moderate my anxiety prior to her arrival otherwise I guess I would have hyperventilate. So how will this fairytale continues? Let's see if I could be bolder in 2012 haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, before I close this entry off, I like to thank God for all the valuable lessons in 2011. Let's hope 2012 to be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all of you a Happy New Year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;may this fairytale continues...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-7805078479121459132?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7805078479121459132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=7805078479121459132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7805078479121459132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7805078479121459132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-day-of-2011.html' title='Last day of 2011'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsTEpUUEeCs/Tv6-jwmFlzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Fiz5GO4u4qk/s72-c/firework.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-5241036412286145780</id><published>2010-12-30T23:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:29:28.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day Of The Decade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/TR24O9m_KhI/AAAAAAAAAY8/uHyC1jqXwm8/s1600/firework.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556800082440825362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/TR24O9m_KhI/AAAAAAAAAY8/uHyC1jqXwm8/s320/firework.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Year end is not just about partying but also a moment of reflection. Many people will look back the year be it, the happiness or the unhappiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Likewise, i'm not the surprising side. This year has been an extremely "exciting" year that filled with up's and down's. However each "down" offered some lessons to be learnt. As we look forward to the new year with a brand new resolutions/aims/goals let's work hard and face the future with positive attitude! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rewinding back to the last few months, it has been a very hectic period. Every day is about books/notes and more of that. I did gave my all for this major exam and i don't how the end will look given that paper 2 is much tougher on most occasion. But thankfully, over the past few months, i met a girl! Yes a girl. A girl that made my world go ga-ga over her. She's the very demure kind of girl and on the cheerful side. I could firmly say that she's my cup of tea ( &amp;amp; by judging that i wrote about her in my blog, she really is). She could made my face go blush almost instantly as witnessed by my friends. Her smile could probably melt anything in my view. (okay better stop my mushy mushy!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not explicitly go after her as i have my own reservation particularly the age-gap. I wouldn't mind the gap but question is, will she? I don't know how the event is going to unfold or has it come to an end? Whatever it is, i am glad that she did came across my life in 2010. I hope this fairytale will continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the decade comes to an end, i look back and see how i have grown up under each adversity and challenges. In a decade, so many things have happened and changed. What about your decade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2001, the thoughts of 2010 is unimaginable. So many unknown territory for me to explore. Today i am living in the last day of 2010 waiting for the new decade to begin and i begin to wonder how the 2020 will be? As it is now, it seem so far but i am certainty worried because knowing that 10 years could changed so many things i wonder how many things will be changing again in the coming decade? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, as we welcome a new decade, i hope it will be better. This decade will be significant for me and many of my friends. Many people will be tying the knot, others will have flying career etc. This decade belong to us (my generation) and how the world will look like in the next few decades depend very much on the work of this decade by this generation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish all my friends a Happy New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-5241036412286145780?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5241036412286145780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=5241036412286145780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5241036412286145780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5241036412286145780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-day-of-decade.html' title='Last Day Of The Decade'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/TR24O9m_KhI/AAAAAAAAAY8/uHyC1jqXwm8/s72-c/firework.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-4021571116938402498</id><published>2010-08-13T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T17:16:12.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wikileaks</title><content type='html'>I read with interest on the ongoing development of this incident (&lt;a href="http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/infotech/internet/Wikileaks-to-release-15000-more-secret-files/articleshow/6304238.cms"&gt;Link) &lt;/a&gt;   In this modern society, we emphasis very much on two principles- Rights &amp;amp; Responsibility. While the word transparency came into the play to support these 2 principles but the question is , where should we draw the line? At one hand, life is at stake and at another is the rights of the US citizen to know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the founder of wikileaks do chance upon my blog, my questions to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" what if one of your family member is part of the 'leaks' "?&lt;/span&gt;  will you still reveal the document in the name (not of God) but of a damn word; transparency. So are you being responsible &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to your country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-4021571116938402498?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4021571116938402498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=4021571116938402498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4021571116938402498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4021571116938402498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/wikileaks.html' title='Wikileaks'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-427390565126594553</id><published>2010-08-06T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:22:53.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatigue</title><content type='html'>I AM TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was made worse with this kind of weather; one day cold, one hot. I cant give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up. I can't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At times i would think of Jasden, the thought of him somehow pushes me alittle. At times i would think of Army life and i would tell myself, this is nothing compared to that. No natter how tough this battle going to be, at the end of the day i must be able to tell myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" I have given my best".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-427390565126594553?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/427390565126594553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=427390565126594553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/427390565126594553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/427390565126594553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/fatigue.html' title='Fatigue'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-5065994763913952991</id><published>2010-08-01T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T16:22:50.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing For The War</title><content type='html'>A month ago i was telling people it is July. A month later, here we are, we are already living in the month of August. They say today is officially the 100days countdown "party". I tremble with fear, an uneasy feeling that everything is gonna end like a blink of our eye and i will be back in my green pixalated uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, i know the 100days is going to be the most critical part of my life. Everyday my mind and body are fighting against each other to gain control to my action. It was not easy to feel satisfy at the end of the day. Simply because i know there are too many things i have to do before the war begin. I can't give myself a pat on the shoulder even on days i feel that i have done many things because there is never "too much" in this end. As i continue walking on this difficult path, at least i know there are friends around me affirming my ability. And i am thankful that i have them around. God has put me on this path, i truly believe he is walking with me and wants me to learn something out of this episode. To end today's post, i would like to quote my F.I :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"its all in your mind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-5065994763913952991?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5065994763913952991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=5065994763913952991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5065994763913952991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5065994763913952991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/preparing-for-war.html' title='Preparing For The War'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-3813218488666504710</id><published>2010-07-17T19:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T20:28:12.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple's Fiasco</title><content type='html'>What seem like a technology revolution turn out to be an embarrassment for Apple's Inc. I was amazed to learn that the iphone 4 antenna was built outside and not the usual place where it should. I was totally taken away by iphone 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, Steve Job's went on to the stage to explain the issue revolving Iphone 4. He confirmed that Apple knew from the beginning that their antenna will caused a drop in the signal. In another word, it is not really the software error that miscalculated the signal bar as claimed earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effectively this mean that Apple has wanted to "cheat" us. Hasn't been the mounting pressure and negative news surrounding iphone 4, i doubt Apple will want to come clean with us. Now he is claiming that this is a common problem among the smartphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we all know that there is no perfect phone and we didn't expect iphone to be perfect in the first place. But what is intriguing is, Apple took such a long time to come clean with the consumers. As a fan of Steve Job, i am upset. As a user, i wonder if my next purchase will still be Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple must know this, there will be people buying Apple product for the first time but that could well be their last time too. If Apple is going to captivate consumer with product that has poor reception, poor battery life (as with their 3GS) then clearly, iphone will be a thing of past in a matter of 3years. There is only one iphone against the many models in the market. What iphone can do, doesnt' mean that other phone couldn't in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, despite the recent negative publicity surrounding Apple. I believe Apple still has an upper hand in the smartphone market but it all boils down to how their competitors is going to react and it must be fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See also:&lt;/span&gt; http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/newsnight/8830747.stm  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-3813218488666504710?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3813218488666504710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=3813218488666504710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3813218488666504710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3813218488666504710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/apple-fiasco.html' title='Apple&apos;s Fiasco'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-7775625756424079982</id><published>2010-07-17T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:59:24.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Say, I Witnessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They say with great power comes great personality change"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is constant is, Change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rightly said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-7775625756424079982?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7775625756424079982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=7775625756424079982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7775625756424079982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7775625756424079982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-say-i-witnessed.html' title='They Say, I Witnessed'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-3598484274811619863</id><published>2010-07-06T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:07:24.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm determine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because i failed too many times in life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i promised myself that i will be strong and&lt;br /&gt;i will succeed this time round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASS. Please wait for me in 2012. I will be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-3598484274811619863?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3598484274811619863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=3598484274811619863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3598484274811619863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3598484274811619863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-determine.html' title='I&apos;m determine'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-934077940413580130</id><published>2010-07-02T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:38:02.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Time</title><content type='html'>Look at the calendar now! Saw it? It's now JULY. In a blink of our eye, it's already half a year gone. I wondered how other is doing after our graduation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have they enroll into their new school? I hope they are doing well. What about me? Emmm so far so good even though 2010 isn't a good year YET. But I'm enjoying every little seconds of my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can that be possible? Haha. Secret. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I urge you to join me in twitter! Micro-blogging is more convenient in an ever increasing pace of our life. Really. I asked two of my friend to join Twitter and they thought it was BORING. But guess what, now they have more tweet than I do! Yes it can be addictive to some extend and whatever the content inside, you feel more "secured". Since you know who is following you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-934077940413580130?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/934077940413580130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=934077940413580130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/934077940413580130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/934077940413580130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/half-time.html' title='Half Time'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-6756986660319485219</id><published>2010-06-02T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T19:15:35.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe, it's good?</title><content type='html'>I think I've change for the better? (haha) I realized these unhappy/unfortunate events that happened is changing my mindset and attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that we should always have a positive attitude in a*my. I finally know what it mean and how impactful it could be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More surprisingly, I'm giving a thought at being a teacher and I would like to study sociology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if my mental is sound. As yuwen put it: " have you came across the thought that you have mild mental problem?" HAHA. Well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-6756986660319485219?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6756986660319485219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=6756986660319485219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/6756986660319485219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/6756986660319485219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/maybe-it-good.html' title='Maybe, it&amp;#39;s good?'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-4716541263642854169</id><published>2010-05-13T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:55:09.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing game, changing plan</title><content type='html'>This year hasn't been kind to me. Many unfortunate events happened. While I would say all these make me to reflect my life once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events that took place often helps one to reflect. But these events that are happening to me serve as a reminder then to reflect for a change. Good or bad wa the argument point but how I hve reacted to the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so much so that I even tell my family that I love them ( sth unusual because of how I was brought up and the family culture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more surprisingly is, I'm considering FASS as my university choice or rather my aim. I love to study why human react in this manner and sort and I guess only FASS could fulfill my desire. Well I shall leave this to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop here. Time to align the bus!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-4716541263642854169?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4716541263642854169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=4716541263642854169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4716541263642854169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4716541263642854169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/changing-game-changing-plan.html' title='Changing game, changing plan'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-7294264837941024060</id><published>2010-05-04T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:12:21.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>I didn't abandon this blog, although at one point I wanted to. Blogging seem to be a thing of past. Now it's TWITTER! Mirco- blogging is much faster and words are much direct rather than spending alot of time on blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-7294264837941024060?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7294264837941024060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=7294264837941024060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7294264837941024060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7294264837941024060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-back.html' title='I&amp;#39;m back!'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-8063189407120682686</id><published>2010-03-14T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T15:13:54.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adversity never ends</title><content type='html'>The year hasn't been good so far. Negative news after another. Sometimes i wonder when it will stop? But. I am impressed of myself. I stood strong in these adversity and determine to overcome them. I did pause for awhile to ask where did all these strength came from? Was it from my past experience, that has made me stronger? Or was it God who has given me the strength? Or was it army that has made me tougher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i received yet another (difficult) challenge of the year. Book-out supposed to be something cheerful and happy. But yesterday morning i wasn't smiling, with an expression of anxiety and mind thinking of the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. What is next? God, can it be something nice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-8063189407120682686?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8063189407120682686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=8063189407120682686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8063189407120682686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8063189407120682686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/adversity-never-ends.html' title='Adversity never ends'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-4505821489334184555</id><published>2010-02-21T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:22:49.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish it's over and done with soon</title><content type='html'>They ask you to stand, you stand&lt;br /&gt;they ask you to sit, you sit&lt;br /&gt;they ask you to eat, you eat&lt;br /&gt;they ask you to drink, you drink&lt;br /&gt;they ask you to do this, you better do&lt;br /&gt;they ask you to be appear at this time, you better do&lt;br /&gt;they ask you to disappear, you better do&lt;br /&gt;they ask you to sleep, you better do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's is to sum up what kind of life i am leading right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; they say, everything they do has their reasons and purpose. Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-4505821489334184555?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4505821489334184555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=4505821489334184555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4505821489334184555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4505821489334184555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wish-its-over-and-done-with-soon.html' title='I wish it&apos;s over and done with soon'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-5755180838727194849</id><published>2010-02-02T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T02:08:49.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;so the year started with firework display at Marina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/S2cR9ks354I/AAAAAAAAAYc/DBeK65BszVg/s1600-h/19669_227275088788_729293788_3139066_4024793_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/S2cR9ks354I/AAAAAAAAAYc/DBeK65BszVg/s320/19669_227275088788_729293788_3139066_4024793_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433331224967374722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;later we had a "huat session" (only the people there knows what happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us went home while i went to find wen for my most precious and secretive thing. While i was ready to go home alr, i saw friends! They asked me to join them. Thinking of joining them for awhile but ended up with them for the whole session! i didnt regretted and i thought it was fun. There was this Chivas bottle, that was my first attempt and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you never know how great the coke tasted with Chivas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; that's how i fall in love with Chivas Regal and fall out of love with Absolute Vodka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-5755180838727194849?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5755180838727194849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=5755180838727194849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5755180838727194849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5755180838727194849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/continue.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/S2cR9ks354I/AAAAAAAAAYc/DBeK65BszVg/s72-c/19669_227275088788_729293788_3139066_4024793_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-5788010963311080292</id><published>2010-01-02T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:24:21.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2010</title><content type='html'>2010 is gonna be GOOD year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i will tell you why in my next entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New year Everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-5788010963311080292?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5788010963311080292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=5788010963311080292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5788010963311080292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5788010963311080292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html' title='Hello 2010'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-7726825073195788707</id><published>2009-12-31T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:32:39.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward</title><content type='html'>Looking forward into 2010. It will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SzxElnxHSDI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hx-rt4uHAqQ/s1600-h/3313422430_e1618c3bf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SzxElnxHSDI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hx-rt4uHAqQ/s320/3313422430_e1618c3bf7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421283464568064050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a white piece of paper waiting for me to fill up. 2010 will be a year that i don't know how i should anticipate it. Perhaps being a student is much better? Well it's up for us to argue. Ultimately, lets wait until 31Dec 2010 and we review from there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-7726825073195788707?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7726825073195788707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=7726825073195788707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7726825073195788707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7726825073195788707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/looking-forward.html' title='Looking Forward'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SzxElnxHSDI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hx-rt4uHAqQ/s72-c/3313422430_e1618c3bf7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-8913828581611972594</id><published>2009-12-30T23:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:21:54.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>We're approaching 2010. While 2009 is a year of change? No doubt i have changed pretty much. Much more aggressive and much more willing to make enemies though. More significantly, i have managed to move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would pretty much attribute this to angel :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is also the year that marred with a few controversial and episodes. They serve as lesson for me and act as a reference in the future. However much of these episodes, i have yet to see light to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side, i've completed my A'level. I have been to Shanghai and Yiwu something that i wanted to do so many years ago. Oh yes not mentioning i went through my FIRST winter. For someone who finds 22degrees cold and shiver at 16degrees to go through 3degrees is a marked achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SzuZmWrTw9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/7d0XYIkANiU/s1600-h/shanghai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SzuZmWrTw9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/7d0XYIkANiU/s320/shanghai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421095460671833042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i finally saw Pearl Tower! Flew SIA! Oh well SIA is a GREAT disappointment (pretty worried for their future thou).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-8913828581611972594?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8913828581611972594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=8913828581611972594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8913828581611972594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8913828581611972594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/30th-december.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SzuZmWrTw9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/7d0XYIkANiU/s72-c/shanghai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-2029153646759612899</id><published>2009-12-29T02:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T03:09:35.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakout</title><content type='html'>On a side note, recently i met up with a few friends of mine. They just went through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BMT&lt;/span&gt; or got posted out or has already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;. Okay all "thanks" to them that now i am freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They shared some stories with me. It is quite funny yet not so. Okay i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; contradicting myself but it's hard to explain here. Anyway its good to hear them out so that i could start preparing myself mentally. Without their stories i really don't know what is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BMT&lt;/span&gt;. All i know is exercise and more exercise (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; where got so simple).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more month to enlistment, let hope that i have kind sergeants &amp;amp; officers. And please don't stunt my rifle when i am asleep. Do you believe i can be so oblivious that when my telephone rings, i don't heard them in my dream! Maybe i should dismantle the rifle, keep it in the bag then fix it back during the morning :D okay, dream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(For your info, for each successful stunt you are required to serve one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;confinement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and that's one weekend burned!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe we should follow this rule : " just do, don't complain"&lt;br /&gt;adopted from a teacher of Mr Poh.&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/1987307648257180207-2029153646759612899?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2029153646759612899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=2029153646759612899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/2029153646759612899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/2029153646759612899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/freakout.html' title='Freakout'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-7940346614056627048</id><published>2009-12-29T02:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:45:56.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The smile that mades the month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(keep it short and simple before i head to the bed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me what is the most memorable month of the year,&lt;br /&gt;i would say,&lt;br /&gt;August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because: Angel smiles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-7940346614056627048?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7940346614056627048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=7940346614056627048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7940346614056627048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7940346614056627048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/smile-that-mades-year.html' title='The smile that mades the month'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-8637590621014573269</id><published>2009-12-16T01:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:45:29.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hello</title><content type='html'>I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A's ended two weeks ago. Here i am trying to clean up the aftermath. It was quite chaotic as i pledge full battle against it only to realise that i didn't need all the notes (or rather i didnt have the time to go through everything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i started packing after each completed paper. First was GP then followed by econ and so on. I just stacked them by subjects and waiting for me to grab a BIG plastic bag and put them nicely into it.  Y'know back then when i was packing my econ, i felt pretty emotional. Ha, yes for a non-living thing. Maybe because the thought that i am not going to touch my love for a long long time or maybe i will not be touching them again?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;and it took me sometime to accept that A'level has officially ended. The beginning to the end look so long, yet in the blinks of our eyes, here we are looking at the next check-point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-8637590621014573269?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8637590621014573269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=8637590621014573269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8637590621014573269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8637590621014573269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back-as-ended-two-weeks-ago.html' title='It&apos;s Hello'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-8956408407070657131</id><published>2009-11-07T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:22:06.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SvRasN4mf0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/MP4_YXeCNuM/s1600-h/blogger.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SvRasN4mf0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/MP4_YXeCNuM/s320/blogger.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401041568811876162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As exam fever get nearer, we should all put alittle more faith in ourself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time to review changes, but after A's :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-8956408407070657131?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8956408407070657131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=8956408407070657131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8956408407070657131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8956408407070657131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SvRasN4mf0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/MP4_YXeCNuM/s72-c/blogger.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-5444236456990198884</id><published>2009-10-21T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:44:52.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as much as i hate how much i have changed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm getting used to it and saying it is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-5444236456990198884?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5444236456990198884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=5444236456990198884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5444236456990198884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5444236456990198884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-much-as-i-hate-how-much-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-6108805911606755874</id><published>2009-10-14T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:00:14.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i need alittle more confidence and belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-6108805911606755874?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6108805911606755874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=6108805911606755874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/6108805911606755874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/6108805911606755874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-7970355370883691758</id><published>2009-10-08T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:25:04.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So much to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but so little time to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-7970355370883691758?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7970355370883691758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=7970355370883691758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7970355370883691758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7970355370883691758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/dearest-angel.html' title='Dearest Angel'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-1353350664487610350</id><published>2009-10-08T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:28:43.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRACES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Ss3lrwmgPqI/AAAAAAAAAX4/LtO6SpubDAU/s1600-h/braces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Ss3lrwmgPqI/AAAAAAAAAX4/LtO6SpubDAU/s320/braces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390216868975885986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've BRACES already :):):):):):):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took my years to say " yes, this is it. I am going to do this!"  I've wanted to put braces back in 2003 and checked here and there ( of cause i did dropped the idea in between) and now, it is all reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the trauma that i've to go through and fear to conquer but i guess my teeth definitely need a braces (if you have seen how my teeth is being arranged, you would probably understand this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of extraction was the MAIN culprit for dropping the idea. I'm fearful of the extraction and you wouldn't know my feeling on that "faithful" day. But luckily i've dear friends who helped me through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-1353350664487610350?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1353350664487610350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=1353350664487610350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1353350664487610350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1353350664487610350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/braces.html' title='BRACES!'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Ss3lrwmgPqI/AAAAAAAAAX4/LtO6SpubDAU/s72-c/braces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-8532195830955036302</id><published>2009-10-02T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:05:51.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SsX6JSh6kcI/AAAAAAAAAXg/gFFwMRoQkAM/s1600-h/jessica+michitaba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SsX6JSh6kcI/AAAAAAAAAXg/gFFwMRoQkAM/s320/jessica+michitaba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387987566718521794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zimbio.com/pictures/OupJ-yhDa0p/Jenson+Button+Jessica+Michibata+Notting+Hill/O-o33bqwKM9/Jessica+Michibata"&gt;Credit HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and all the guys agrees that this guy is lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-8532195830955036302?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8532195830955036302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=8532195830955036302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8532195830955036302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8532195830955036302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/jm.html' title='JM'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SsX6JSh6kcI/AAAAAAAAAXg/gFFwMRoQkAM/s72-c/jessica+michitaba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-640739231908489986</id><published>2009-09-26T18:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:50:03.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts of 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Ssy268M3Z0I/AAAAAAAAAXo/KPvkwwGds5M/s1600-h/edited+for+yaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Ssy268M3Z0I/AAAAAAAAAXo/KPvkwwGds5M/s320/edited+for+yaya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389883977764398914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Ssy4eyp1eBI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HUy94B3iu5Y/s1600-h/edited+for+yaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Ssy4eyp1eBI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HUy94B3iu5Y/s320/edited+for+yaya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389885693188470802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SsSqqxwypFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/RUpTS-83Iic/s1600-h/ballon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SsSqqxwypFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/RUpTS-83Iic/s320/ballon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387618706131166290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most classic present award goes to: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAIN Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she gave me my FIRST boxer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The most desired present award goes to : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genevieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she gave me my FIRST metallic pen ( i hope i'll be using this to sign my first contract soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The most interesting present award goes to: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gave me a Helium/Hydrogen balloon plus a mini-cake. An idea that i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words that touched my heart goes to : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAYA Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she gave me a card that is simple and yet beautifully decorated. But her words on the card touched me. I thought i'd felt her sincerity (:  ( yes rem to treat me to Burger King when we're old uh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes there're a few other but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that doesn't mean i did not appreciate!&lt;/span&gt; But i thought the above was pretty cool especially Rain present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(people, how to wear a boxer?)&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/1987307648257180207-640739231908489986?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/640739231908489986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=640739231908489986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/640739231908489986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/640739231908489986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/gifts-of-21.html' title='Gifts of 21'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Ssy268M3Z0I/AAAAAAAAAXo/KPvkwwGds5M/s72-c/edited+for+yaya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-7782651213853806384</id><published>2009-09-26T18:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:38:37.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SsLucS-Wz0I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/fPS818IDOO0/s1600-h/DSC_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SsLucS-Wz0I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/fPS818IDOO0/s320/DSC_0840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387130274185662274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week since my birthday. While it seem that i'll be celebrating my birthday tomorrow with family and relatives and this time, with candles (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was my birthday celebration with friends then? I thought it was VERY lovely? It was plain, simple and yet uncreative (as describe by yaya) but heard of " simple is beauty"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my morning traveling to the east to pick up something from yongkit to return to my friend in the east also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i had my lunch with my starfriend. Wait a minutes. She gave me something interesting! A hydrogen ballon with the words " Happy Birthday" written on it. I love the ballon. Since young i always find hydrogen ballon very interesting and my parent will always refused my request to buy. So when i saw the ballon i was pretty touched? But holding it also made me embarrassed. 21 le! holding a ballon and suddenly everyone around me knows that its my birthday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall spare the details, FB has all the details (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i thought that the camera i brought there spoilt my mood but&lt;br /&gt;we've CY who saved the situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was made to stand on the chair and gathered the attention of the floor for few minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SsLtrmX-tDI/AAAAAAAAAXI/kJNglcbZOr8/s1600-h/DSC_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SsLtrmX-tDI/AAAAAAAAAXI/kJNglcbZOr8/s320/DSC_0834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387129437579818034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            (that balloon is behind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to sum things up, love the camwhore session and we took like 300 photos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for some drinks. I had my flaming Lamborghini, like finally? But i thought the what Barcadi 151 is really a test? I had to RUN when i drank it. I don't know why i started running but it was hot, hotter than any of the drinks i had in my entire life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and everyone thought that i was drunk. But i was not, just a little high. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Summary, we took 400 odd photos with our DSLR camera. And Thank You to Ivan for putting up this and friends who has made this a lovely birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a simple,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet lovely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19092009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-7782651213853806384?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7782651213853806384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=7782651213853806384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7782651213853806384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7782651213853806384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-21.html' title='Hello 21'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SsLucS-Wz0I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/fPS818IDOO0/s72-c/DSC_0840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-3129465473549838283</id><published>2009-09-20T04:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T04:14:39.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be back posting soon (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-3129465473549838283?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3129465473549838283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=3129465473549838283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3129465473549838283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3129465473549838283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/lovely-day.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-7460805803132536200</id><published>2009-09-18T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:21:37.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-21</title><content type='html'>oh well in another few more hours i will be considered as a TRUE Adult under the eyes of the law. How exciting ah where there's no more age limit to this and that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people consider 21 as a very significant point in life? Why not 20? Why not 22?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. How i wish tomorrow i can celebrate my birthday with my family &amp;amp; friends together. But my initial plan was called off for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current emotion? I also don't know. Some excitement? Some nostalgic feeling? Some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because all these years i have wanted to hold a true birthday party and invite ALL my friends and i thought 21 will be the right time. But now, the ideal deviate from reality kinda of upset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If my grandma is still around probably ideal will becomes reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-7460805803132536200?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7460805803132536200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=7460805803132536200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7460805803132536200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7460805803132536200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/pre-21.html' title='Pre-21'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-297945766075023736</id><published>2009-09-17T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:55:03.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miniature Celebration (Virtual)</title><content type='html'>Today is kinda of fun?&lt;br /&gt;So much for laughing and doing all the silly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And YW says i don't behave like a 21 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Am I?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me. Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Had many food that i crave for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to complete my lists of food to eat before the big day or should i call it scary day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-297945766075023736?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/297945766075023736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=297945766075023736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/297945766075023736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/297945766075023736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/miniature-celebration-virtual.html' title='Miniature Celebration (Virtual)'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-6183050223540669065</id><published>2009-09-15T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:59:20.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; you broke up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it could be so painful.&lt;br /&gt;You were the one that i love most and yet i was not able to keep you by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-6183050223540669065?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6183050223540669065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=6183050223540669065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/6183050223540669065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/6183050223540669065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-broke-up-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-4443656423853166104</id><published>2009-09-08T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:36:22.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):(</title><content type='html'>I realised i am not smiling anymore&lt;br /&gt;I realised i am not sweet anymore&lt;br /&gt;I realised i am losing all the fun&lt;br /&gt;I realised i am not celebrating my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sing me a birthday song, and that will be the nicest birthday gift from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-4443656423853166104?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4443656423853166104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=4443656423853166104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4443656423853166104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4443656423853166104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='):('/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-6723808022041674186</id><published>2009-09-05T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:19:24.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indescribable</title><content type='html'>To be told it was our last PE lesson, the feeling is ( indescribable)&lt;br /&gt;To say we have done our last internal GP exam, the feeling is (indescribable)&lt;br /&gt;To know how time has flies, the feeling is (indescribable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day i was talking to ah hui (Shih hui). We talked about those days when we started out as a class. The introduction she made etc. So funny. It looks so yesterday. But sigificantly i told her this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" there will be people that we will not see them again, maybe years later"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&amp;amp; i specifically told her that one of them will be her)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-6723808022041674186?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6723808022041674186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=6723808022041674186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/6723808022041674186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/6723808022041674186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/indescribable.html' title='Indescribable'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-8294866283530352788</id><published>2009-09-02T20:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:01:39.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a note</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear Mrs Hoe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How're you doing? I really feel like going back to bukit panjang and have a cup of tea with you to listen to all your wonderful stories that you will always did. Honestly, i am missing your lesson &amp;amp; it was you who made great of literature that till today has an impact on my life. I still talk about literature to my friends from Art! Oh wait, i even let one to read A Sense of Belonging &amp;amp; we exchanged views :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was an except of what i wrote for this teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She changed my view on literature. She made literature so interesting and i begin to appreciate little things around me. She would always bring in her experiences or some other real-life example to help us to relate better to the text. Attending her lesson is never boring. Sometimes i wish i could drop in for her lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about this subject but you got to explore yourself, really. A Sense of Belonging is really a GREAT book. By the way, we ordered specially from oversea. If you want to read it after A's, ask me yo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISSED MY SECONDARY SCHOOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-8294866283530352788?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8294866283530352788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=8294866283530352788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8294866283530352788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8294866283530352788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Spi7gIpvMxI/AAAAAAAAAWw/I5O84JMwhDU/s320/jim_sturgess_in_21_wallpaper_2_800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375252316019438354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up till today i still find him attractive. very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish to have the same aura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-6453051265558307158?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6453051265558307158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=6453051265558307158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/6453051265558307158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/6453051265558307158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/only.html' title='only'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Spi7gIpvMxI/AAAAAAAAAWw/I5O84JMwhDU/s72-c/jim_sturgess_in_21_wallpaper_2_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-3805405377830791179</id><published>2009-08-26T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:36:18.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SpVIOz9BvZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/JFyjoBnXbPY/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SpVIOz9BvZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/JFyjoBnXbPY/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374281149638098322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i got to keep to my objectives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i got to keep my policies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i got to give my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am a Porsche but driving at 50km/hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A level is my priority now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there is not much time left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-3805405377830791179?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3805405377830791179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=3805405377830791179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3805405377830791179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3805405377830791179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/tell-me.html' title='Tell me'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SpVIOz9BvZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/JFyjoBnXbPY/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-1779574807482464343</id><published>2009-08-25T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:29:43.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't quit until you've nothing left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-1779574807482464343?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1779574807482464343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=1779574807482464343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1779574807482464343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1779574807482464343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-quit-until-youve-nothing-left.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-4906668720056406801</id><published>2009-08-22T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:26:57.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been so hyper up for the last four week,&lt;br /&gt;but today i am pretty quiet.&lt;br /&gt;It's for one reason,&lt;br /&gt;i am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when did the word bloody became part of my name? &lt;/span&gt;&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/1987307648257180207-4906668720056406801?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4906668720056406801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=4906668720056406801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4906668720056406801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4906668720056406801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/unusual.html' title='Unusual'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-7406390860223159305</id><published>2009-08-19T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:36:30.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥  today</title><content type='html'>I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today. I love today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i really love today :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-7406390860223159305?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7406390860223159305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=7406390860223159305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7406390860223159305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7406390860223159305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-today.html' title='I ♥  today'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-1053738260333060050</id><published>2009-08-13T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:28:11.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Fear?</title><content type='html'>Yeah. Some may have heard of it. Some may still be in the dark. Anyway, today is SCARY! I need to conquer my fear. Ohhh gawdd, i've few weeks to prepare my heart for the biggest fear that took me years to decide on this. Yes, years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did i really changed again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-1053738260333060050?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1053738260333060050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=1053738260333060050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1053738260333060050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1053738260333060050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-fear.html' title='What is Fear?'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-845534762592930483</id><published>2009-08-11T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:38:57.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I'd i've decided but today Genevieve scared me with "horror" stories and now i am holding out for 2nd thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know this clearly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've to do it somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in for a change! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="profile_name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-845534762592930483?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/845534762592930483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=845534762592930483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/845534762592930483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/845534762592930483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-6009284295341028189</id><published>2009-08-08T15:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:28:50.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro?</title><content type='html'>Consumerism! Yesterday my friends and I head down to Bugis and then to town. I look around and so many wants. This clothes, that pants and the cool gadgets, i wish to own them all. On some occasion i am ready to open up my wallet but the saving instinct saved me. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a very interesting day. The school had this "Be Yourself Day" where you are allowed to wear anything or goes with the theme: Retro.  I really wanted to wear something different, but prefer to bet on the safe side. Yeah, wearing school-uniform has always been my best outfit!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Sn0oN9kMnLI/AAAAAAAAAWI/xKBa-LgGsz4/s1600-h/P1050762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Sn0oN9kMnLI/AAAAAAAAAWI/xKBa-LgGsz4/s320/P1050762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367490551225294002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Go ahead and laugh at this photo. Oh com'on, is this how a near 21years kid behave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Sn0p2sI2rHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZkkzuQcxIUw/s1600-h/6240_143274485358_619880358_3742560_7773385_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Sn0p2sI2rHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZkkzuQcxIUw/s320/6240_143274485358_619880358_3742560_7773385_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367492350433471602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Sn0p2doe7ZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Cap2U4I4_Cs/s1600-h/6240_143274490358_619880358_3742561_5414231_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Sn0p2doe7ZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Cap2U4I4_Cs/s320/6240_143274490358_619880358_3742561_5414231_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367492346539601298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Sn0p2MfM2NI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0VAGqa5_A1U/s1600-h/6240_143274475358_619880358_3742559_6470147_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Sn0p2MfM2NI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0VAGqa5_A1U/s320/6240_143274475358_619880358_3742559_6470147_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367492341937264850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how 'alien' we were ( people who wore school uniform)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Sn0oN9kMnLI/AAAAAAAAAWI/xKBa-LgGsz4/s1600-h/P1050762.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-6009284295341028189?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6009284295341028189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=6009284295341028189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/6009284295341028189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/6009284295341028189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/retro.html' title='Retro?'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Sn0oN9kMnLI/AAAAAAAAAWI/xKBa-LgGsz4/s72-c/P1050762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-8090935439341604218</id><published>2009-08-03T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:54:56.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SnbP2kHBquI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HQmmpOywyl8/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SnbP2kHBquI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HQmmpOywyl8/s320/happy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365704542371556066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This come alittle late. This is meant for Victoria :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get you a cake and get the whole class to celebrate for you, but your birthday fall on a Sunday. Nevertheless, hope that you're surprised. Here is my words to you, infront of all my friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All along i has always wanted to thank you for helping me in my Maths. I was able to pass my Maths because you had contributed your time to clarify all my questions, doubts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A big Thank you to you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore me if you see me behaving overly excited and like a little boy. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-8090935439341604218?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8090935439341604218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=8090935439341604218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8090935439341604218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8090935439341604218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/cake.html' title='Cake.'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SnbP2kHBquI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HQmmpOywyl8/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-7494659518031443165</id><published>2009-07-30T19:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:22:30.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's do it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SnGIbXfd7nI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2sfsYPT-Wxs/s1600-h/tracl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SnGIbXfd7nI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2sfsYPT-Wxs/s320/tracl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364218634918817394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm up was over. I gotten back my result and now waiting for the heat to start ( a heat is a event that determine if you qualify for the final race).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around. I found my competitors looking tired but they have alot of drive. I look into the mirror and asked, if i am ready to run this race? I'm not. Why not was my second question. I couldn't find an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competitors asked, how did i do it when i don't even really train hard for it? I'm always giving them a smile. The answer is, its the gift of God. And all the more, i am scare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start gearing up. Real one. For my parent, for myself, for my future, God give me the motivation to drive this up all over again. I need to feel what it is like to be in this competition and what it takes to prove my value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, let's do this once again, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i need to find a new pen. Buy for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To: Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's move together also. As my GP teacher put it: " You can do it".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-7494659518031443165?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7494659518031443165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=7494659518031443165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7494659518031443165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7494659518031443165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-do-it.html' title='Let&apos;s do it!'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SnGIbXfd7nI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2sfsYPT-Wxs/s72-c/tracl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-1557324945652935089</id><published>2009-07-23T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:32:46.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SmhYUmtnDrI/AAAAAAAAAVY/_T8r-hJjVOA/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SmhYUmtnDrI/AAAAAAAAAVY/_T8r-hJjVOA/s320/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361632467397054130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say i look happier these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;This is because,&lt;br /&gt;i found my answers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(temptation is the creation of the devil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-1557324945652935089?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1557324945652935089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=1557324945652935089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1557324945652935089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1557324945652935089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-say-i-look-happier-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SmhYUmtnDrI/AAAAAAAAAVY/_T8r-hJjVOA/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-7025166392391785966</id><published>2009-07-21T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:53:24.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years</title><content type='html'>I took out the un-sharpen pencil during GP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at it, stared at it and think of it.&lt;br /&gt;(i was sitting at the soft-fa, he came to me and asked me if i have taken the pencil. My respond was a no and he went to the drawer below the altar and took out a box of pencil and gave it to me and said ".... ")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somehow i miss his voice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his presence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his gold teeth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his always tan-look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when i was very young, kindergarten? I asked my mum, "why does he has gold teeth?" (that time i still cant recognize that he was my grandfather). I think they gave me a very weird answer; alien answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At that time i really thought that he is an alien cause he is so tan and with gold teeth, i've never seen one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the way he eat his lunch or dinner amused me further. He squat on a chair and eat his food.  That is something out of my mind? This is because my mum always tell me to sit properly and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today is his death anniversary, according to lunar calendar.&lt;br /&gt;it's 3years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is what i wrote on this day. Pardon me for my poor language and grammer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;Tuesday, July 25, 2006&lt;/h2&gt;                &lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;   &lt;a name="115375820300185417"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               Title: Darker World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours ago my grandfather has handed his NRIC.For the 2nd time of the year,i will be attending funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment i am writing this now,i am quite calm.But i am certain,when i step into the void deck.I will not be able to hold back my tears.You know,i think i am living in fantasy.Things just happened too swiftly.First was the death of my greatgrandma and then followed by my unexpectable results.And now was this.Probably most people would say look ahead and the bright side of life.But one who is in my shoe will surely understand how i felt that no words can comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago,when i was still a naughty child.There was this incident.I rem i was way too naughty that the adults cant stand me anymore.And my grandfather wan to beat me up.And he is furious.But as a child that time,i was really really naughty.Naughty to the extend that my mum almost give up hope on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rem 2,3 years ago,during chinese new year.He will often join us to play blackjack.And he will with us,kids,who play 10 cents and 20 cents.And he is willing to lose.That was when he is healthy.But thing change swiftly.Weeks after chinese new year,stroke strikes him.And there onward,his health decline day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think my ah gong can be proud.He has 6 children.And 5 got married and there it come 13 grandson.It's indeed a big family.And in the early days,he is the few who bought television set and drive a car(that was before i was born).And to buy television and owned a car during that time is considered success.I still rem sitting in his mini car.Air-con break down oftenly and we have to depend on open air.And when air-con is still new to Singaporean,he bought a small one.And everyone will attempt to sleep in that room.And he particulary like gold teeth.I rem asking my mum why is his teeth in gold rather then White.And he love wearing a dragon buttom shirt.He is also a good husband.He treated my grandma well.And whenever he strike lottery,children is alway happy.Because we got a slice of the windfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday was became my last time sawing him.And the last words we had was the simply farewell : bye bye ah gong and the last time sawing he wave to us to say :bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-7025166392391785966?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7025166392391785966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=7025166392391785966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7025166392391785966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7025166392391785966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-years.html' title='3 Years'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-7487530546112188246</id><published>2009-07-17T17:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:12:28.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porsche Boxster S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SmBBmBboiRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-cMUsd3dUbA/s1600-h/porsche+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SmBBmBboiRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-cMUsd3dUbA/s320/porsche+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359355678046062866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SmBBmS5b7II/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gPyBok-yF8c/s1600-h/porsche+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SmBBmS5b7II/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gPyBok-yF8c/s320/porsche+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359355682734468226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SmBBlzVS5VI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KVKzaFgtwok/s1600-h/porsche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SmBBlzVS5VI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KVKzaFgtwok/s320/porsche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359355674261382482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know this is not going to be last time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, i went to my friend house to sit on his new Porsche Boxster S. At the first look i wasn't amazed. However the real admiration set in when he ignited the engine. The sound of the engine when ignited was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; similar to Lamborghini or a Ferrari ; of cause the latter car engine when ignited can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scare away a goat&lt;/span&gt;. But the Porsche probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scare away a cat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, i didn't get to taste the power of the car simply because he couldn't drive it so i can't comment much about the performance of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was inside, i observed the interior. It really wow me. The dash-board is made of leather or was it everything that was made of leather ? and it is flawless! I guess flawless is a must especially you pay top dollar. The car cost his dad a whopping $285 grand! The interior look exactly the same in the 2nd picture( from the top) but the driver seat is on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like particularly the back-side of the car. Don't you think it is sexy? I think of all the Porsche model, i think Boxster S has the sexiest back-side. By the way, if you didn't know, all the Porsche model share the same front(exterior). In order to differentiate the model, you must look at her back-side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called this car,  "Posh-che".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't tell the girl that i love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm in love with the red Porsche Boxster S&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's hot. Shhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-7487530546112188246?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7487530546112188246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=7487530546112188246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7487530546112188246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7487530546112188246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/porsche-boxster-s.html' title='Porsche Boxster S'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SmBBmBboiRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-cMUsd3dUbA/s72-c/porsche+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-2532846117151013974</id><published>2009-07-16T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:44:43.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16th July</title><content type='html'>I am going to redraft my previous post and it shall appear in my next post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i spent most of time recalling the time i had with my "ex-bestfriend". Perhaps i finally see it. It's too late. But maybe, there is still a chance? I don't know. We all learn from mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said this to me: " it take away a patient life to be a good doctor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it's 16th July, once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-2532846117151013974?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2532846117151013974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=2532846117151013974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/2532846117151013974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/2532846117151013974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/16th-july.html' title='16th July'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-5613749686289159475</id><published>2009-07-09T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:22:57.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audi R8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SlVnePu24yI/AAAAAAAAAU4/HhhdNPk85wQ/s1600-h/R8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SlVnePu24yI/AAAAAAAAAU4/HhhdNPk85wQ/s320/R8.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356301101143876386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous post created some curiosity. Thus, i shall let the cat out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how she looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is hot, Sleek and Sexy&lt;br /&gt;She has a small eyes and a nose that you can't find on other lady&lt;br /&gt;She is an attention-grabber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at a price of SGD$500,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, how many guys can get a hand on her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had Econ paper. I did a stunt by bringing artificial Mandarin orange to school, lol. I learned it from Fabian. I remembered last year he brought in a mahjong piece that read "FA". Anyway ah boon suggested i bring pinapple also, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the commerce of the paper, i was quite nervous because it is always paper 2 who pulled me down! Although i felt that i would not be able to obtain an A, but i am satified that i have managed to resolve one of the key complication while doing paper 2. It is also this complication that pulled me down for the past 3 exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know the night prior to the paper, i told myself that i will study for one hour (11pm to 12am). I switched on my table lamp, open up the notes and i started reading. One chapter after another. Then i realised i couldn't stop! Until my dad has to come in and asked me to sleep. But guess what! For once, i set my alarm clock at 5am and i woke up punctually! This is the FIRST time that i managed to get up at my stipulated time! Oh well, but call it last-minute studying then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper i was already ZzZz but i still went ikea to take a walk. But i guess the trip was not made in vain. I saw the lastest BMW Z4! It's like finally. I was very curious to see how the lastest Z4 would look like given that there was major changes to their length. I also saw a black TT and Nissan Fairlady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next: My closest encounter with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Porsche Boxter S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-5613749686289159475?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5613749686289159475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=5613749686289159475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5613749686289159475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5613749686289159475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/audi-r8.html' title='Audi R8'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SlVnePu24yI/AAAAAAAAAU4/HhhdNPk85wQ/s72-c/R8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-4250721580926696812</id><published>2009-07-06T03:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:51:20.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Love</title><content type='html'>I've a new love. She is hot, sleek and sexy. She is courted by many guys and is beyond the reach of many. Wherever she appear, she would gets all the attention. She has a pretty small eyes and you cant find her nose on any other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know who she is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Oei Zhiyang you must be thinking its megan fox right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On a side note i am giving up my 1 ticket to SYF Dance performance on 24th July? It starts at 7.30pm.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Free? Come talk to me then :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-4250721580926696812?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4250721580926696812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=4250721580926696812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4250721580926696812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4250721580926696812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-if-one-day-you-know-what-future.html' title='My New Love'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-2727726853343251481</id><published>2009-07-04T00:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:25:34.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Joycelyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Sk43mlm9sjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/nko_rTSIf3A/s1600-h/birthday+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Sk43mlm9sjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/nko_rTSIf3A/s320/birthday+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354278143060193842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Joycelyn Foo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't lose the item again ya :)XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Play the song on the right-hand side)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-2727726853343251481?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2727726853343251481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=2727726853343251481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/2727726853343251481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/2727726853343251481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-joycelyn.html' title='Happy Birthday Joycelyn'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Sk43mlm9sjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/nko_rTSIf3A/s72-c/birthday+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-533917901949414691</id><published>2009-07-02T18:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:20:46.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SkyXMDYjHwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/vsUoQFE4O9c/s1600-h/captures+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SkyXMDYjHwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/vsUoQFE4O9c/s320/captures+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353820290359172866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One day , the lenses of my camera will capture that beautiful face of yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll use my sincerity to capture your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-533917901949414691?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/533917901949414691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=533917901949414691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/533917901949414691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/533917901949414691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-day-i-will-use-my-camera-to-capture.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SkyXMDYjHwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/vsUoQFE4O9c/s72-c/captures+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-3067617654967955796</id><published>2009-06-30T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:06:16.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>冷静</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Skn_d5zUZsI/AAAAAAAAAUI/JxfQB1WjzZU/s1600-h/42-22250274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Skn_d5zUZsI/AAAAAAAAAUI/JxfQB1WjzZU/s320/42-22250274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353090521303901890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush! Today i watched a movie at home. I picked up something again and this is: 冷静. Lately one of my friends told me that i am not rationalizing. I realised this sometime ago. Over the past few months, it was emotion who rule over my intellectual thoughts. When you are using your heart to think, things can be irrational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am going to stay cool. Woot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Yanping did something sweet. Thank You :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,i appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend wrote this:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If I love is not a game, then why are there so many players.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-3067617654967955796?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3067617654967955796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=3067617654967955796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3067617654967955796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3067617654967955796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='冷静'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Skn_d5zUZsI/AAAAAAAAAUI/JxfQB1WjzZU/s72-c/42-22250274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-4362029086816953497</id><published>2009-06-29T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:09:43.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilted Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SkixC400bAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/6YjCDe0Q8Lo/s1600-h/wilted%2Bflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SkixC400bAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/6YjCDe0Q8Lo/s320/wilted%2Bflower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352722820301614082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, the catastrophe happened. For once i never complete the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to breathe harder. I wish i didn't feel this way, this is getting overwhelming. Sometimes i wish i am just a heartless men who don't hold any emotion for anything. Sometimes i wish to have the ability to clean away certain part of mind, certain memories, but God didn't create us with this function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we could do is to embrace what has being said, done and felt. In exchange for sad, disappointment, awkwardness, jubilant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exultant and whatever not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i shouldn't write this. But keeping inside my heart kills even more blood cells. Nonetheless let's hope this will be the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-4362029086816953497?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4362029086816953497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=4362029086816953497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4362029086816953497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4362029086816953497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-expected-catastrophe-happened.html' title='Wilted Flower'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SkixC400bAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/6YjCDe0Q8Lo/s72-c/wilted%2Bflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-8934795612566806773</id><published>2009-06-28T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:20:48.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catastrophe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Skb9dpLuUVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/4i6R5q5j1rs/s1600-h/catastrophe_625x352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Skb9dpLuUVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/4i6R5q5j1rs/s320/catastrophe_625x352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352243892889473362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Warming: Catastrophe in less than 24hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so exciting that exam is here again! So much thoughts running through my mind lately but i am viewing it positively :) I've aims to accomplish and time isn't on my side. But i know God is on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to start planning for my birthday party but i am not expecting everyone to be there. Any idea on how i can celebrate it? My mum keeps asking me but i've no answer for her. Talking about 21, it make me alittle excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can officially open a stock account :)&lt;br /&gt;I can take my Class 4 :D&lt;br /&gt;I can apply Credit Card XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going army :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The affections are like lightning: you cannot tell where they will strike till they have fallen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-8934795612566806773?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8934795612566806773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=8934795612566806773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8934795612566806773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8934795612566806773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/catastrophe.html' title='Catastrophe'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Skb9dpLuUVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/4i6R5q5j1rs/s72-c/catastrophe_625x352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-2047073547250477456</id><published>2009-06-27T14:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:40:35.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>179th....180th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SkW-nMRL8JI/AAAAAAAAATw/gO_lEEqqvtE/s1600-h/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SkW-nMRL8JI/AAAAAAAAATw/gO_lEEqqvtE/s320/time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351893312717189266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;179th post. I didn't expect it to last this long. The first blog i had has only 150posts. Recently i went back to flip through a few posts, the nostalgic feels was just too strong and i existed the browser. Only one person has read the blog in my current pool of friends. Back then it was a mistakes, i thought no one would know but never did i expect myself to left a 'clue'. This person has seen the different side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are hitting the earth in less than 48hours. How i wish i could ran away from this catastrophe. I've absolutely no confidence to do well for it. All i could do now is to embrace this catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about my name in the hall of frame&lt;br /&gt;Forget my A&lt;br /&gt;Forget my targets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember time is still on your side&lt;br /&gt;Remember A can still be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Remember the aims in my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was nowhere to hide, the ashes fell like snow&lt;br /&gt;(maybe time was all it needs?)&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/1987307648257180207-2047073547250477456?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2047073547250477456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=2047073547250477456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/2047073547250477456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/2047073547250477456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/179th180th.html' title='179th....180th'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SkW-nMRL8JI/AAAAAAAAATw/gO_lEEqqvtE/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-4402384176817252927</id><published>2009-06-23T00:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:37:48.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here i confirmed</title><content type='html'>I was browsing BBC and i saw this news, click &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/8113429.stm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It was outrages and i feel for them. They may have did something wrong but amputating their legs or hands may be off the limit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two events that i would like to share, but in installments. I had my confirmation yesterday. Okay, it turned out to be simple than i thought? Guess who came to anoint the oil for us? It's the archbishop! Click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Archdiocese_of_Singapore"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you don't know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suppose to reach the church by 1030am and guess what time did i reached? Tata, 1030am sharp! Dressed in white long-sleeve shirt and dark-colored jeans i think i look pretty good except for my 'pretty face' who spoilt the whole image. Then the others came, okay looks like some wedding occasion- black and white , formal clothing. But its a representation of respect to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pair by pair, we walked down the aisle with joyful music playing as our background. The mass proceed as usual and when the turn for us to get anointed, i got abit anxious (afraid to forget my lines for my respond). Got anointed and went back to my seat. While waiting for others to finish, deep inside my heart i was saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grandma, i've fulfilled what you have always wanted me to do".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-4402384176817252927?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4402384176817252927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=4402384176817252927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4402384176817252927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4402384176817252927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-i-confirmed.html' title='Here i confirmed'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-801918779860058164</id><published>2009-06-20T02:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:41:54.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more day</title><content type='html'>Its Saturday. I will be confirming tomorrow infront of my family members and members of the faith. I hope it will turn out well tomorrow although i am pretty anxious. Confirmation is an important journey in my faith. I remembered a priest once said this "you should invite alot alot of people to the church to witness this".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i wanted to invite someone, someone who i hope will be there with me. But i lack the courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-801918779860058164?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/801918779860058164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=801918779860058164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/801918779860058164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/801918779860058164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-more-day.html' title='1 more day'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-1347862106685539249</id><published>2009-06-16T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:50:41.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still counting...</title><content type='html'>In less than 170days we will all be graduated from this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Stranger to Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered the fear i hold when i stepped into this school for the first time. Mainly because i was concerned over the age gap between my peers. Will they isolate me? Will my thoughts be so overly mature that they don't understand me? In the past, my thoughts are pretty serious and matured. But i've got to admit after mixing with a gang of youth, my thoughts and reaction somewhat altered to blend into their way of communications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few friends i met during the orientation was of cause, Zhiyang and Clapton. I still remember how i fancy about Claptop PDA phone (that how we started talking). The way Zhiyang complained about school policies and all his crap jokes. Oh, we even skipped orientation halfway through. It was just plain boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when we all come together to meet our classmate. We were split into groups to do a short introduction. My eyes 'dropped' when nicolette told me that she live in East Coast area. I still remember who stood up to introduce herself. She spoke of her temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came HuiQing and Yeelee whom we becomes friends and did our first project, GP and the topic was Marriage. Then came along Econ project. I think it was this project that i started talking to joycelyn. I was sitting at the last row and she sat beside me. I forgot how we started 'discussing' one of our peer presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we were no longer strange, but friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my class, 07B2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348710589373936706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Sjpv8T4A9EI/AAAAAAAAATo/-7HfYu9s_l4/s320/1_354889749l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-1347862106685539249?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1347862106685539249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=1347862106685539249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1347862106685539249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1347862106685539249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-counting.html' title='still counting...'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/Sjpv8T4A9EI/AAAAAAAAATo/-7HfYu9s_l4/s72-c/1_354889749l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-6117653630786755717</id><published>2009-06-14T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:16:05.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did i pick it up?</title><content type='html'>The last time i walked with my head down for most of the time was nearly 9 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days i am walking in the same manner as i did 9years ago. My face has somewhat affected my confident. Don't ask why my face become like that, for if i have an answer, things may not be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i thought, maybe God want me to pick up something.  Something i lost along the way that was so crucial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up my revision. I realised 2 weeks has past and nothing fruitful. What happened to my organisation skill?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-6117653630786755717?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6117653630786755717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=6117653630786755717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/6117653630786755717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/6117653630786755717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/did-i-pick-it-up.html' title='Did i pick it up?'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-5525489438564707120</id><published>2009-06-05T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:50:55.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will be going through Sacrament of confirmation on 21st June. If you don't know what it is: click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confirmation"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I stopped my catechist when i was in Sec 2. My grandmother didn't like that and she has always asked my mum to ask me to resume my catechist. In the end, yes, i did resume my catechist for the love of God XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly my grandmother will not be present to witness this moment. Neither will she come for my 21st Birthday party. You know my grandmother asked my mum a few time about birthday? I know for sure, she will give me a big big angpao. But neither is this going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About ten years ago, my grandmother was in some critical condition and was warded into the ICU. My uncle went to pray to Mary. He asked if my grandmother could be given another ten years to amend what she wanted to and etc. I guess it was granted and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is with the lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-5525489438564707120?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5525489438564707120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=5525489438564707120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5525489438564707120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5525489438564707120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-will-be-going-through-sacrament-of.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-22259183145139982</id><published>2009-06-01T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:10:19.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Human do change, don't they? Or was it time that change everything? Then should we love change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how Xinya hated the way i speak. But this will be something to be missed. Aggressive, fierce and alittle more decisive are traits that i am carrying. I am not sure if this is good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody tell me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-22259183145139982?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/22259183145139982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=22259183145139982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/22259183145139982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/22259183145139982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/human-do-change-dont-they-or-was-it.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-253152461577163455</id><published>2009-03-26T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:45:19.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have decided to quit blogging at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new blog with world view agenda  may be on the block (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-253152461577163455?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/253152461577163455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=253152461577163455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/253152461577163455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/253152461577163455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-all-i-have-decided-to-quit.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-2926044419758143923</id><published>2009-03-04T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:52:05.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thumb down? Thumb up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED YOUR VIEWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you find my blog? In term of design and content, apart for my many many grammars mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I may revamp my blog and open to more people.  Or may be even shutting down this blog completely -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is talking about FRIDAY! Although i am prepared to face it, but i know, i would never like the fact. Especially that atmosphere :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where everyone starts to worry their future and it's all written on their face, but, understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already i have made known my intention. To my parent, to my friends that i am not going to University. Not that i didnt want to go, but they may not want me! Unless there is miracle which i doubt so. Still, i will try my best and try to benefit from this education system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world will not end here. We gonna pick ourselves up and keep moving, for life is more than just education. Although they are often viewed as the key to fat salaries. Let's not forget that life skill is just as important as certificate. I may not have the certificate, but certainly i am sharpening my skills?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-2926044419758143923?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2926044419758143923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=2926044419758143923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/2926044419758143923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/2926044419758143923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/thumb-down-thumb-up-i-need-your-views.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-2534545568522218328</id><published>2009-03-02T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:18:01.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe i need a time-out?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it just something that happened naturally?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. Five more days. Eventhough i know i will fail for sure. But i don't know how i react to this fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-2534545568522218328?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2534545568522218328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=2534545568522218328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/2534545568522218328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/2534545568522218328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/maybe-i-need-time-out-or-was-it-just.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-4155228415051545848</id><published>2009-02-24T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:43:34.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCBC Cycle</title><content type='html'>It took me quite awhile to straighten my thoughts. Has being quite down over some matter over the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Common Test officially hit town yesterday. We're left with accounts to go. I don't know what went wrong in my brain. My accounts is weakening day by day. Unlike in the past, i can "close" my eye and still get an A. Now, i close my eye and my paper remain empty. Had MOB, Econ &amp;amp; Gp. Econ case-study was, out of box. You can't find the answer from there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. Yes, i went OCBC Cycle. I reported early to help them out. It was also my first time stepping into the F1 pit-stop. Cool uh. Unlike past event, this time round i get to sleep abit. Haha. Here are some of the photos taken from my near-retirement phone:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306250000381553282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SaOWQvooqoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/pBBGVt1vXZM/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306250004151448130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SaOWQ9rcskI/AAAAAAAAATA/hCJcCGIq6Ug/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306250006519419522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SaOWRGgBEoI/AAAAAAAAATI/HRrxnvYMTS8/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306250005802204178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SaOWRD1BPBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/pPIbohYRFII/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-4155228415051545848?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4155228415051545848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=4155228415051545848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4155228415051545848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4155228415051545848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/ocbc-cycle.html' title='OCBC Cycle'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SaOWQvooqoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/pBBGVt1vXZM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-3596587720083795890</id><published>2009-02-21T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:50:20.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently a lot of firms issued profit warning. Mainly for the purpose of their stakeholders. Oh well, looks that i will need to issue one too. Nope, its not called profit warning. But i call it, Score Warning! So who is my biggest stakeholder? My parent lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:IVAN CHEW! You better study hard for CT. We have alot more things to talk about it. And who will supply me tissue?! You're my biggest supplier lor.&lt;br /&gt;: Yuwen! You must also study hard! Else who can i look for mirror?&lt;br /&gt;: Kerrie! Same to you too. We will lend you Newspaper every morning!&lt;br /&gt;: WeiQi! Eh, i still want you to supply me chocolate le!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-3596587720083795890?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3596587720083795890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=3596587720083795890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3596587720083795890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3596587720083795890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/recently-lot-of-firms-issued-profit.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-8075703477813500259</id><published>2009-02-17T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:08:12.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's right</title><content type='html'>Star friend was right.&lt;br /&gt;She said what i need was not just 1 day of rest, but&lt;br /&gt;1 whole week of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I believe i can do it! Afterall i didnt had my Nov/Dec holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be away for some days. I need to pull my socks up for Common Test. Yes, she's hitting earth again. What's after Common Test? Ohh, please don't tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( The release of A Level result)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shut your mouth if you have done well. Cos there are a bunch of people, don't :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, they deserve to be proud. Nonetheless, spare a thoughts for other ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-8075703477813500259?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8075703477813500259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=8075703477813500259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8075703477813500259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8075703477813500259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-right.html' title='She&apos;s right'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-1871448637759987066</id><published>2009-02-14T11:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:47:27.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Over? Almost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping at 3am and waking up at 5am is ain't fun. Well. It's almost over. Just left with the accounts to be sorted and then maybe a few complaints to handle (i'm pretty sure there would be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i grumble out, i shall thanks two people. Special mention to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Qiaoying &amp;amp; Yanping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They take their time out to help me and mind you, they are not even in my team! I seriously appreciated your help, else i guess everything will be more chaotic. Even though they may be doing little things here and there. But look. They are not even in my team but out of goodwill and friendship, they poured in their time for my group initiative. I guess using the "group initiative" was contradicting. More contradicting was, where's my team in the first place? hurhur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of cause friends who has help me little bit here and there. I will remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. I guess going into florist business where i have no idea about flowers was kinda of crazy. But well, we learn from it. Don't we? I know the quality was abit off for some, i apologies that. I tried to minimise that already. But it boils down to getting a good supplier. Uh huh, this bring new biz idea to me yesterday (hahaha)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although profit will not be going into my pockets, but the experience will be an asset. I saw the mistakes i made. Things that i could do better. Well, just learn from it. This should be the essence in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the canteen start to cheer? I thought something happened sia, that i quickly went back to tell qiaoying to follow the approved content. Else later not only my head roll but other head also start rolling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;ok la. gonna get prepared for my competition later :( Somemore its at BEDOK la. Far can? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;(and yes, eventhough i went school. But i did not attend any lesson! Cool uh? But my Gp teacher was understanding enough and he extended my hw deadline!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-1871448637759987066?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1871448637759987066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=1871448637759987066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1871448637759987066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1871448637759987066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/over-almost-there.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-2512721407985961985</id><published>2009-02-10T18:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:06:17.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>consequences</title><content type='html'>Sales has being good. Zhiyang and i are panicking over logistic issue among other. From taking delivery to keeping in good condition for the next 15hours is really an issue. Yet i wonder if my team mate foresee the problems or are they just waiting for us to solve? I wouldnt hide the fact that i am with-holding one more BIG project (larger than this one and potentially a national one) because of the team issue. I wouldnt want to be the driver for the team after this current one. Potentially i see there's alot of work to be done if this big project go ahead but not only you need a good driver but more importantly a very hard working team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, did i mentioned that our sales is good? Yea. Thanks pals! Now i have to arrange for that lucky draw and among many things. Busy? yea. Just look at the number of homework on my to-do-lists :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, why nobody is buying me flower? Eventhough i am selling flowers but you can buy it and send to me! The most i will write anonymous as your name. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and i already received one from my dear partner. Tks!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-2512721407985961985?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2512721407985961985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=2512721407985961985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/2512721407985961985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/2512721407985961985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/consequences.html' title='consequences'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-4969871182634948666</id><published>2009-02-06T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:55:30.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower flower flower</title><content type='html'>I am already planning to call it a day. That will happen after i finished this valentine business and represent the school for another 3 more competitions. Although i am looking at one more BIG project which i will act as advisory role and another business opportunity on Teacher's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my birthday to plan also. My mum asked me how i want to celebrate especially this year is really "special". I have few ideas but still looking at them.  After all my birthday fall on our dear prelims, who want to come right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after i call it a day, what do i intend to do for the next very few months? I will be free and get to get home earlier among mist of benefits. I guess it will be my study? and if if my i'm lucky enough and get myself a gf then spend with her also lor. But. That was IF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at my participation over the past few months, i think its quite alot? Lalala, but i have one worries. Our business organisation( _ Biz). We need to find people to take over. I don't want it to end or at least not in my hand pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then recently i just started my organisation- volunsia. I have big plan for her okay! But I will review my committment and plan with my dear partner when the day come. Or maybe we will get junior to take over? Woot from running a biz organisation to setting up a non-profit organisation, how cool can that be? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this came with a cost. I have backslide by a big margin! I was referring to my practice of reading bible each day and etc. O Lord forgive me and give me strength, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-4969871182634948666?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4969871182634948666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=4969871182634948666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4969871182634948666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4969871182634948666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/flower-flower-flower.html' title='Flower flower flower'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-8536650717779698966</id><published>2009-02-05T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:47:10.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>Woot. Busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am selling flowers! Yes in school! Come buy from me ya. If really really only discount will antic you, then tell me lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i love doing business in school. Lol. I think partially is because of my "history". I've being selling small items since primary one. The largest i go which is also "illegal" and lasted a few days but earned me a lot of money. Which is? Eh, "help ppl copy note pte ltd". LOL. Hasnt being ppl jealous of my income, i think my biz would have lasted la. That time i smart lor. i reduce my cost by telling my customer, i think i need your pen. Other wise later teacher may spot the differences and i also get paper from there lor! But i did spend abit of time looking at their handwriting hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, so professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-8536650717779698966?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8536650717779698966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=8536650717779698966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8536650717779698966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8536650717779698966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-4985824362192370979</id><published>2009-01-30T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:41:14.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had our First Class Basketball friendly.&lt;br /&gt;9 turned up on my call. ( i totally missed out on xianglin! i didnt mean to forget you :(     )&lt;br /&gt;The scoreline was 10-6&lt;br /&gt;The main contributor was KC from the "6" team and Meverick from the "10" team.&lt;br /&gt;The person who took the most rebound was IVAN CHEW BOON TECK from the "6" team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-4985824362192370979?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4985824362192370979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=4985824362192370979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4985824362192370979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4985824362192370979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-had-our-first-class-basketball.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-2655227381897111273</id><published>2009-01-29T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:13:26.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priesthood</title><content type='html'>I am finally considering priesthood seriously. Yes. Seriously. A couple of days ago, the priest spoke on calling. He said one should really consider calling when 2nd times comes. I had a few actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Priest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-2655227381897111273?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2655227381897111273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=2655227381897111273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/2655227381897111273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/2655227381897111273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/priesthood.html' title='Priesthood'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-8389572915733600930</id><published>2009-01-26T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:43:39.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Launched</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Year.&lt;br /&gt;New Design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-8389572915733600930?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8389572915733600930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=8389572915733600930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8389572915733600930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8389572915733600930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/launched.html' title='Launched'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-3499632852645476508</id><published>2009-01-20T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:44:24.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheated</title><content type='html'>Cheated was the feeling i had throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i had my PE lesson. The training goes where you jog for 30min, non-stop. That was pretty fine with me. I jogged for about 15rounds with some laps doing interval sprint (i wanted to bring my fitness back asap). After that was some short sprint. Terrible. I had gave 100% for the 15rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. After PE was my track training. "Warm-up" 5 rounds. Fine with it. I tried my best. Then came the "hell" part. 100m sprint. Not once, not twice but TEN times. I was the last to complete. Then came the 200m sprint, eight times. By then, my muscle was in overdrive mode. A result of persistent missing from training over the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to yesterday training, i had 8km run on Friday training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, i nearly pulled my muscle! (the same area where i had it nearly 2 years ago) I made myself totally tired out. No energy to move, no energy to walk and etc. Muscle aching from ankle to my back. Ankle hurt like anything. I slowly made my way to church for lesson. I am proud given my status :) Climbing many steps and walking up a very steep hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then when i reached home its nearly 11pm. Dang. I fell asleep on my armchair before i quickly bathe and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled to wake up the next morning. Reeling from all the muscle-ache and pain, i struggled between sleep and school. Still, i still went ahead. In the end, by the time i limp to school i am late. Mr Ser saw me and gave me a word- unfit -.- (then he think he fit meh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The critical thinking set in. I wondered why do i made myself suffer? Making myself with no energy to do anything after training. Yet, the school show little empathy/sympathy toward us especially where one is injured. Moreover we are doing in the honour of our school too. Why be so silly to do all these? I questioned seriously. Upset as it is, i have made my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quitting the track was the smarter the things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-3499632852645476508?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3499632852645476508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=3499632852645476508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3499632852645476508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3499632852645476508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/cheated.html' title='Cheated'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-3530410853328783852</id><published>2009-01-13T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:53:35.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>I'm back in school! It was my first day unlike my peers who is already into their second days. It was nice to see all my friends again after 2months of breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It mean everything is back in BUSINESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to facilitate equipment for our video competition. Then, i am still arranging meeting with my teacher over our organisation future! Then, i've track issue to solve (i've being missing training ever since ages,eh). I know my teacher will be coming toward me to "lecture" me thus today i SIAM when i saw her. HAHAHA. But running is not a solution. I intend to see her on Thursday. With the outcome of resuming my training as earlier as Friday! And i really cant imagine how far back i am behind the training. I tried running for 1km and its like i've ran 5km of that tireness. To make thing "best", our nafa test will commerce in about FOUR weeks. Mind you, nonono me, that this will be used for Ministry of Defence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically today I was joking around and talking to people etc. And my dear Ivan say i have changed? lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-3530410853328783852?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3530410853328783852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=3530410853328783852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3530410853328783852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3530410853328783852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-7808570400048725637</id><published>2009-01-08T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:42:30.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. Similar to what ah boon is experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am down with Fever that come with very HEAVY headache and stomach pain. I almost fainted at once due to excruciating pain. The journey to see the doctor is a real pain. I keep groaning in pain that my mum say i was like a kid. I even need my mum to hold me. My vision was blurred. Then alot of people was looking at me. But good thing is, i made a right decision to see a private doctor. I cant imagine if i have to wait at the polyclinic with that excruciating pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the real bad situation i ever experienced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-7808570400048725637?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7808570400048725637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=7808570400048725637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7808570400048725637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7808570400048725637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-1263871145524174892</id><published>2009-01-04T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:07:06.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a brand new year. The other half of the hemisphere is snowing (in sub zero degree)? Sometimes i really wonder how sub zero condition is like. I mean at 16 degree i am already shivering. What's more below than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to complete my Christmas week entry. So after Christmas. On the boxing day i went to Chalet. Went after work. Okay. They went to the beach. And and, its freezing cold! The cold wind keep blasting at us. At 3am my head keep knocking downward (sleepy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Between, what time does the sun come out?) They wanted to watch sunrise but at 530, they say its already out! But, i didnt see any sun le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my 26th and 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the 28th, my church had a small gathering at someone house. There's food and (unlimited flow of) Wine. Haha. I had Australia then French then don know what wine. That uncle just have too many bottles of wine. It filled up the wine cellular? Then had chats here and there. The priest was there also. I had chats with him too. He filled me with more knowledge about my reglion on the differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its a week of fun, food and drinks. Okay. Its 2009 already. We shouldnt look back anymore. Look forward then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-1263871145524174892?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1263871145524174892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=1263871145524174892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1263871145524174892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1263871145524174892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-brand-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-7006486518568855879</id><published>2008-12-31T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:53:21.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking Forward 2009</title><content type='html'>(I have to interrupt my post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is going to be history. 2009 is a future that is only few hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do i feel for this year. It's pretty mixed. I enjoyed a good start to the year. Scored A for Economic and from there, everything was like Singapore Stock Market (it went down). In sports, eh, i think i can think of retiring already. In business, our organisation still dangling with the same old problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, i had a little more time in 2008 than i was in 2007. There was less "never-ending night". There was less meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking ahead. A level result will be coming out in March. I expect no miracle. Yes. I need to review my plan. Eventhough University may be abit more difficult. But i will give my very best for the A level. We have a few more months to prepare for it. Let's encourage each other and not forgetting to support. (if u nid help in biz subject, may ask me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, pray for world peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that. I wish you all a &lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-7006486518568855879?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7006486518568855879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=7006486518568855879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7006486518568855879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7006486518568855879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-forward-2009.html' title='looking Forward 2009'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-8348169880511521919</id><published>2008-12-30T20:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:17:13.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday. 24th Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was half day work week. But ended up, a few of us stayed on to clear several things. Quickly went home and then attended Mass. As always, we attended the one in Clementi. They just renovated. It's nicer. Spacious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawnnn. Everyone is so pretty and handsome. Most of them put on their best-look. It's good. I mean, this show how important this is. After Mass, we went to Grandma house to have Log-cake and Turkey. I left half-way thought for, XINYA (note, for you hor! lol) and gang. While waiting for the train to arrive, i saw my secondary classmate. We did some catch up and not forgetting about other classmate. Some were sad. Some are progressing well. During these time we brought ourselves back to the past too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285891541216722002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SVtCWdN2_FI/AAAAAAAAASg/oC0XtbiQxKM/s320/n676713650_184055_9256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a decision in the train. I decided to go to town and see. I've always wonder how Orchard look like on this night. I managed to get someone to accompany to go. But i drop at the wrong place- doby gawn. There isnt any countdown. Argh. So we walk toward the heart of the town. Tata. Saw another friend. Then we bought some spray. Woohoo. Kind of fun. Although we end up with alot alot of form. I love to see other people having "war". Then we will join in and anyhow spray at them also. Then they will start spraying at us also. Then there is traffic light. Once the green man is lighted we will dash across and war erupted instantly. Its the randomness that make this kinda of fun. And alot of them is doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And XINYA! You left before i arrive lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that head to Bukit Batok and had Mac in the wee hour. Eat until my eye wanna close. And we walk home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i really had fun. Also i get to know more about this person too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-8348169880511521919?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8348169880511521919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=8348169880511521919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8348169880511521919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8348169880511521919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SVtCWdN2_FI/AAAAAAAAASg/oC0XtbiQxKM/s72-c/n676713650_184055_9256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-948276910934043825</id><published>2008-12-28T13:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:35:51.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wohoo Party!</title><content type='html'>This week has being pretty... Cool! I've being party-ing over the week! Serious! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday ( I shall start from Tuesday).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The company had outing plus dinner to celebrate Christmas. Gawnnn. I had real fun man. There was game. The game is so exciting! Something like snatching gift from other people. Y'know everyone though its gonna be exchanging of gift, 1 for 1. But sadly or gladly you may call it, its something more fun! I could have 3 gifts but ended up with 1 toward the end of the game. But some of them left with nothing! And another one ended up with 3 gifts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But later, my nice colleague gave me back one of the gift she snatched from me. So i ended up with two :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284720866006270658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SVcZoMNmAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/JmCxhbdD2oE/s320/n727201408_1660601_9202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drank alot on that day. First was red wine then tiger then two shots of tequila. I love the red wine. But somehow, the glass of red wine worked on me! I mean, i was a little high after 2 glass of it and i had to try to stay "normal". My colleague has to ask me if i am alright. They concluded i was drunk! As i was telling them i can drink while pouring more to the glass, guess what! I missed. I poured outside the glass. Then another incident where i mixed hwa pa villa with chinese into hwa pa pei shu. (but i am not drunk okay)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's red wine. After awhile the effect was gone. Then i had tiger and shots. Surprisingly i was fully attentive thou. It was my first shots. They bought extra shots and was looking for drinker. I raised up my hand and shout: I WANT to try! They made me scared. They were telling me you sure you can take it or not. Then they were telling me who to send me home and blah blah. They were afraid that tml i may not turn out for work etc. For that moment i thought it's gonna be real strong that i may "collapse". After that they teach me how to drink, need to lick what salt then later eat lemon. Anyhow i drank it with full of worries. It feel as if you are drink a glass of plain water. And nothing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284720119930563666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SVcY8w3SLFI/AAAAAAAAARo/vxczPSB-_GM/s320/n727201408_1660635_8525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later they went to bought more shots. My colleague bought another one for me. This time is Ta-something de lah. This one feel something. The extra "smoke" from the nose. That's it. After that we had some pool and games and left the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284721129095750946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SVcZ3gTA5SI/AAAAAAAAASI/UXCYaMmZU70/s320/n727201408_1660600_8901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284720185470551394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SVcZAlBPBWI/AAAAAAAAARw/eQONBfUezzQ/s320/n727201408_1660603_9831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284721313006787442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SVcaCNa0m3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/rJW1Oa2vxPI/s320/n727201408_1660630_7071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284722061033232450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SVcatwCOWEI/AAAAAAAAASY/_WJ9MVAZDxQ/s320/n727201408_1660634_8194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284720587176423090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SVcZX9fYLrI/AAAAAAAAAR4/79n2szDPvbs/s320/n727201408_1660611_7972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was one of the best night. And seriously, i am not drunk on that night! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(what's the definition of drunk?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-948276910934043825?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/948276910934043825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=948276910934043825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/948276910934043825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/948276910934043825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/wohoo-party.html' title='Wohoo Party!'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SVcZoMNmAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/JmCxhbdD2oE/s72-c/n727201408_1660601_9202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-7816677878482021580</id><published>2008-12-21T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:42:56.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sunday :(</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday. Beside going to Church, beside helping my dad. It also mean that its back to work tomorrow. Perhaps the only optimistic picture is: $$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading an office life is fun, eh? Friday is a day that all of us look forward to. The atmosphere in the office is so much better than on a Monday. As a result, Friday is also social-day! A day where office-worker will meet up with Friends to chill out. This is despite that we are way too tired. Energy that was drained as days goes before weekend hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i was working alittle hard? I couldnt feel Christmas until last Friday. We should start going to Orchard. The atmosphere there is getting "thicker". Am loving it. Churches has also put on a new make-up in preparation for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know sometime i wish to travel around, to see how each individual countries, culture and people celebrate the Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-7816677878482021580?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7816677878482021580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=7816677878482021580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7816677878482021580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7816677878482021580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-sunday.html' title='It&apos;s Sunday :('/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-1516353144156347205</id><published>2008-12-14T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:36:28.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatlog</title><content type='html'>Interesting chatlog with this friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- says: i go malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will.i.am` says: WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will.i.am` says: why keep going to malaysia sia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- says: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will.i.am` says: you keep mistress there ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will.i.am` says: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- says: i go there find 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will.i.am` says: aiyo. Singaporean nt good meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- says: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- says: wanna try other 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- says: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(anyway we were just joking)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-1516353144156347205?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1516353144156347205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=1516353144156347205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1516353144156347205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1516353144156347205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/chatlog.html' title='Chatlog'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-8098025315364785799</id><published>2008-12-13T01:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:16:19.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Alert 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SUKZefNMVgI/AAAAAAAAARU/ktxZhM5FVzE/s1600-h/CnC-RA3-win-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278950462283601410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SUKZefNMVgI/AAAAAAAAARU/ktxZhM5FVzE/s320/CnC-RA3-win-cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally i get a hand on this much anticipated sequence; Red Alert 3. The graphic is not very different to its ancestor ( Red Alert 2). However, in this sequence, there is even more sophisticated machines. So much so that army of troops looks redundant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then for once, i went online to played with "live" players. That was like "my dream". But sadly, the opponent there are just so strong. Needless to say, i lost right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But y'know there's something about me! My mind will not stop thinking about the strategy i approach until i think of a better strategy! But the good thing is, the game doesn't belong me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-8098025315364785799?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8098025315364785799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=8098025315364785799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8098025315364785799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8098025315364785799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/red-alert-3.html' title='Red Alert 3'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SUKZefNMVgI/AAAAAAAAARU/ktxZhM5FVzE/s72-c/CnC-RA3-win-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-5512195840353260571</id><published>2008-12-11T11:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:39.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boon Tag!</title><content type='html'>1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;: Definately. Who don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy/girl younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;: Eh. it should be phrase as older than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;: That really ought to depend on how worthy person is. But a more standard ans will be, till the day that God directed me to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;: Hello! Its not enough. Well. But i guess i will invest. Start my foundation that shall name either my parent or my wife name. This organisation shall spread the word of God and giving millions of ppl hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What will you be doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;: Stay at home, sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;: Both. Love is a gift from God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you love doing?&lt;br /&gt;: Reading and looking at Cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;: Hello. I will give my blessing to her. But i will grin for being "late".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that make you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;: When seeing a Lamborghini pass by and start to imagine that one day the driver was you. (Siao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you secretly dislike anyone without them knowing?&lt;br /&gt;: Ephesian 4:32 say this: "Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in God forgave you." We have to forgive other so that we will be forgiven by him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;: I really don know. The next 10 years is our prime. Anything can happen. I may well be a father? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;: Need to say meh? Lord and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is being regarded as the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;: Black and White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you are attached but you feel as if you like someone else, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;: That's quite impossible. But if i do, i will see if it just lust or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing that someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;: Yes i will. But that relatively depend on the seriousness of that horrible thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What would you want to tell someone you like?&lt;br /&gt;: I love you lah. What else can you say? Say i hate you meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What if you caught your bf/gf doing stuffs (only god knows what) with other girls/guys?&lt;br /&gt;: See who fault lor. If its the male seducing the female, slap him. If its the female who seduce the male, kill her. (actually i don't know also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you believe that there's "Love At First Sight"?&lt;br /&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Some answer were meant to be funny only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-5512195840353260571?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5512195840353260571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=5512195840353260571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5512195840353260571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5512195840353260571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/boon-tag.html' title='Boon Tag!'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-1190196739787571840</id><published>2008-12-08T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:55:51.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a little note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/STzyeYHw_BI/AAAAAAAAARE/oSuybDooGz8/s1600-h/SC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277359467056397330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/STzyeYHw_BI/AAAAAAAAARE/oSuybDooGz8/s320/SC.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised i am even more shagged after i woke up. Yes. The whole event has came to a close. I was fortunately enough to be part of this prestigious event and be part of the management team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277361577676572370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/STz0ZOy1BtI/AAAAAAAAARM/t59SGU-XfLo/s320/IMG_0780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went for the interview many weeks ago, all by chance (Yes i didnt expect myself to join the event). That interview was memorable. Because that was my first time "selling" myself. I blah-ed out what i have did over the past few years that could contribute to this event. So, the person was very impressed and he gave me this job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was given the chance to see how the event was built on. The massive amount of resources and planning. Nonetheless, the whole learning experience was great. Sometimes when people look up to you waiting for your decision or advice, yes, i do feel alittle insecure. I fear that it may be wrong. But with the best knowledge i have, i made a decision. In general, i have spotted my leadership weakness. And lord gave me this opportunity to see it and perhaps a chance to improve on it. Also to learn to work under tight schedule, pressure and without sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the event, i went to help my dad. And that's another interesting thing which i may write in the next couple of weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-1190196739787571840?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1190196739787571840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=1190196739787571840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1190196739787571840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1190196739787571840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-little-note.html' title='On a little note'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/STzyeYHw_BI/AAAAAAAAARE/oSuybDooGz8/s72-c/SC.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-6150280957912215277</id><published>2008-12-08T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:18:52.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>41 hours! I broke my personal record going without sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i still here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-6150280957912215277?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6150280957912215277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=6150280957912215277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/6150280957912215277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/6150280957912215277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/41-hours-i-broke-my-personal-record.html' title=''/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-185345227938860904</id><published>2008-12-06T22:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:00:24.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay?</title><content type='html'>I went to help out with the exhibition. When i walk in, i saw two lady diligently doing their job. &lt;div&gt;Oh well. At the end of the day, i realise they though i was the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also opened my Vodka Pear! That was like, finally? My mum has being eye-ing that bottle for months! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276691044655592338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/STqSjEouc5I/AAAAAAAAAN8/hUABj5TDD3c/s320/absolutpears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reluctantly opened it. y'know you cant find this on the shelve of any shop! And when i smell at it, you know everything is worth it B)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-185345227938860904?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/185345227938860904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=185345227938860904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/185345227938860904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/185345227938860904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay.html' title='okay?'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/STqSjEouc5I/AAAAAAAAAN8/hUABj5TDD3c/s72-c/absolutpears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-8458033411225692482</id><published>2008-12-04T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:11:41.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December de 4th</title><content type='html'>Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;Weekend is coming. It is coming.&lt;br /&gt;Nono. I shouldn't be woohoo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;For all you know, this weekend will be even more HAPPENING.&lt;br /&gt;I wun be sleeping on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;The whole 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;And that is , at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me how many jack of caffeine do i need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Happy Birthday to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the clock strike 12. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I prayed and wished you well &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-8458033411225692482?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8458033411225692482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=8458033411225692482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8458033411225692482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/8458033411225692482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-de-4th.html' title='December de 4th'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-7101945799905658707</id><published>2008-11-29T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:03:23.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Finally! Its here. It's FRIDAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need some quick recharge. I realised i am going to "screen-saver" mode more frequent (a sign of tiredness). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sort of went to my first IT show on Thursday. It wasnt fantastic as i thought. Maybe it was the first day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-7101945799905658707?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7101945799905658707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=7101945799905658707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7101945799905658707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/7101945799905658707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome-weekend.html' title='Welcome Weekend'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-1609320325064780560</id><published>2008-11-27T00:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:05:12.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting La</title><content type='html'>This happened some weeks back, but i thought its interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mum: &lt;em&gt;I thought your should reach within 15minutes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad: &lt;em&gt;I wasn't the one driving.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;The driver was your Son.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-1609320325064780560?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1609320325064780560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=1609320325064780560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1609320325064780560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1609320325064780560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/interesting-conversation.html' title='Interesting La'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-5592557315445964440</id><published>2008-11-22T16:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:48:52.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo - La</title><content type='html'>Shagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 4am. First time in as many months that i can remember.  AnywayI went chomp chomp food centre. It is also my first time going there. In the course of journey, we lost our way! We zoom in and out of Ang Mo Kio. But still, we managed to get there only after an hour. The take away is, i will never lose my way again if i need to go there. (just don turn into any Serangoon Road, cos Serangoon Garden is not anywhere near Serangoon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economic issue. Flip that paper in your living room. It's all pessimism. Layout, GDP cut, Cost-cutting and best of all, GLOBAL recession. As a economic student, it is in our interest to examine today economic context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongjie said this " Did the economic failed?". I started pondering since the Financial Crisis started in 2007. The theory of Free Market, Market Forces etc really make me wonder if it is still relevant in today complicated economy. I wonder if the benefit of these theory still hold today? They say Free Market will eradicate poverty and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i shall stop here. I will write abit of my view in next posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-5592557315445964440?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5592557315445964440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=5592557315445964440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5592557315445964440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/5592557315445964440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/lo-la.html' title='Lo - La'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-1846176258493558424</id><published>2008-11-19T00:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:57:17.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivi Wa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SSV6vSpAm3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/jOk6D8a4iD0/s1600-h/42-19504020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SSV6vSpAm3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/jOk6D8a4iD0/s320/42-19504020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270753891783318386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow somehow, one week has past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you asked me how did i spent my beautiful one week, ehh, i don't know also!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i do remember i watched the FIRST episode of Hot Shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tidy up my room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I played a few rounds of dota.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I attended my first Catholicism classes.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went Ikea! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway most of the time i was travelling here and there. I think i am not doing enough justice to myself. Instead to go as planned, where i will play, eat, rest and sleep. I am going to resume all my commitment and activities. In fact i am going to add MORE. First being a video competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than there is Track Training! You know, when i was checking my hotmail, something grabbed my attention. It read Race Calendar 2009. AHHHHHHH. Next year, the National Cross-Country will be one month earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have problem running even 1kilometre now! What's more about 5km.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-1846176258493558424?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1846176258493558424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=1846176258493558424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1846176258493558424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1846176258493558424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/vivi-wa.html' title='Vivi Wa'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SSV6vSpAm3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/jOk6D8a4iD0/s72-c/42-19504020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-3700666883803251257</id><published>2008-11-11T23:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:26:37.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday!</title><content type='html'>HOLIDAY! Wohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have completed part of my A level course. I have survived the tedious pre-u 2. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However holiday does not mean a fullstops but only a commas, a short break from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thus before i resume all my work, before i resume my training. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am going to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;watch my Korean and Taiwan drama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Play rounds and rounds of DOTA with my cousin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Catch up with friends as well as basketball games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not forgetting reading the bible. I have backslide over the past 1month due to higher demand from studies. And and, i will be resuming Catholicism classes from next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We also had our Chalet yesterday. The guys went to play soccer. We had a match against this particular guys from this particular Junior College. Tension was high. The opposition has an edge over us because they got (girls) supporters. But still, under the "special one", we WON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-3700666883803251257?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3700666883803251257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=3700666883803251257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3700666883803251257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3700666883803251257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday.html' title='Holiday!'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-3685417407772946542</id><published>2008-11-10T13:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:04:21.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change has come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Today change has come to American"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the man who say not to just American, but to the World. He may be young. He may have alot of ideas that may seem unfeasible. But what United State of America need is, some one who will bring changes. And this look to be the man from this election.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jll5baCAaQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jll5baCAaQU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jll5baCAaQU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-3685417407772946542?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3685417407772946542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=3685417407772946542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3685417407772946542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/3685417407772946542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/change-has-come.html' title='Change has come'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-4810620103951130988</id><published>2008-11-06T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:01:23.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open your Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is the day that my group has been looking forward to, for the past 6months"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With that, it marked the start of my Oral Presentation. I was abit neverous in the first minutes but later on, my prayer was answered, i was calm. It was by God grace that this presentation go out well not just for me, but the entire team. Although there are some minor mistakes but i think our closing really put everyone in the surprise mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To be alittle honest, i love my closing section. I thought that was unique. Nonetheless everything was a blessing in disguise. We have wanted to make badges. But by the time we reached the shopping centre, most of the shops is already closing. We walked around and found this shop and we kind of beg that person to do the stickers for us. Since there is no fish so we take shrimp. After that when i was in the washroom, half way through, idea struck me! Excited as i am, i quickly went out and shared the idea with jasden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, Praise God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, it was Question and Answer. Oh well. Do you believe me that my mind is still blank after 10seconds? Because i don't get the question. So i use another technique which i picked up last time(finally it came handy) and thank God, slowly my brainwave start to connect to each other! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nonetheless Project Work is coming to a close, love it or hate it, the experiences will stay with us forever. Ask me if i will do Project Work all over again, why not? Hahaha. Although its very tedious thing especially on the planning part but life is all about planning? But i guess what really make our project a success is because, our strength and teamwork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yongjie mentioned that my group has shown him the importance of teamwork, but you had show me the power of MS office 2007. Incredible. And in fact, your group indirectly motivated me to look for something extra in our presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-4810620103951130988?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4810620103951130988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=4810620103951130988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4810620103951130988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/4810620103951130988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/open-your-mouth.html' title='Open your Mouth'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1987307648257180207.post-1178944406634089975</id><published>2008-11-05T00:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:39:26.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SRCJhibvuqI/AAAAAAAAANE/-xSbIHL0xsE/s1600-h/question-mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264859173667977890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SRCJhibvuqI/AAAAAAAAANE/-xSbIHL0xsE/s320/question-mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the clock strike 5.03pm. I put down my pen. A moment of elation, a moment of disappointment, a moment of angst and a moment of confusion between reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheer because finally Maths is over. Disappointment because what i have prepared didnt came out. Angry because Cambridge dump all their new questions into our paper. For awhile i hope everything was just a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am back to square one. My future again look bleak. Going by probability, going to university has shave by another 0.99. I don't know how to bring to my mum that i may not be able going to university. But i think she know that i work hard for it. I really did. I have never worked so hard for Maths. Not even for my H2 subjects. In a way, i am proud of myself. At least, i tried. At least i did my best. At least my Maths is stronger now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really unexpected. I thought i have prepared enough. I thought i will be able to pull through with this level. Only to realise that Cambridge has stop their 'recycling program'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i can only pass over to Lord to decide my path down from here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The consolation i have got from him;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I know the plans i have for, "declared the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because he fulfill all his promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Cambridge, why did you choose to slaughter us?) &amp;amp; thanks to you guys who has being encouraging/motivating me and teaching me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1987307648257180207-1178944406634089975?l=will-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1178944406634089975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1987307648257180207&amp;postID=1178944406634089975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1178944406634089975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1987307648257180207/posts/default/1178944406634089975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-knew.html' title='I knew'/><author><name>will.i.am</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOaH7luTkDk/SRCJhibvuqI/AAAAAAAAANE/-xSbIHL0xsE/s72-c/question-mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
