<?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-5847807459247481238</id><updated>2011-10-11T11:38:25.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Of Yam Fu Zhi</title><subtitle type='html'>Victoria School
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Way too much... Someone was telling me some stuff and telling me about her life experiences. It was more like how we will see things different as we age slowly or quickly. We may seem to think that 20,30,40,50,60,70 may still be a long way across. I know that it will pass quickly, but not that quickly as i have expected. I dont think that i am ready to handle what is going to be thrown at me. Studies, Jobs, Relationships, responsibilty. They either seem like some form of fairytale of perhaps unreachable. I've never thought that far before. Calcalations. Something essential and that we shouldnt idealise too much. &lt;br /&gt;I hope i make the right decisions as time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world doesnt really just rotate around me only, like i would had idealised. A prince charming with his castle saving his juliet. These aint reality. What reality is that everyone is dreaming of this non exsistent reality and i am not the only one. I am not as unique as i had thought. The problems i face arent limited to me only. They hit everyone and anyone. Its like awakening in the move 'matix' when you suddenly wake up and realise that you are not a unique individual but a product. Like a chess piece who is able to chart is own route, but still limited to a great extent. Notice the number of times i have used the word ' I" in this post, this is what actually worries me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im taking a pessimistic point of view of the life around us. But perhaps my life is still alot better when compared to many others. I still have the chance in excell in life, no disabilities, and good relationships with people. Compared to some counterparts, i am already tonnes better than them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-1826897001911261746?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1826897001911261746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=1826897001911261746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/1826897001911261746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/1826897001911261746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-not-now-then-when.html' title='If not now, then when?'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-6915809286510839638</id><published>2010-12-30T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:47:31.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A couple of days towards the new academic year. I would be 18 that year. Looking back in retrospect would always give you mixed feelings like.... looking back into a garden. You see flowers of all colours, you see the green grass, you feel the loose soil, you smell the fragrant air. If you are lucky, you will see someone sitting by the swing smiling at you. You will also see the muddy patches, earthworms digging through the soil or a decomposing rat. You will see the past, experience the present and feel the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i didnt stay overnight for UTC2010. Well, i did feel a little out of place there. I was overaged by 2 years, and that feeling was kind of weird. Jeremy kept saying stupid jokes and i kept laughing like a mad guy. When i was there, we kept comparing our own experiences with the experiences with our younger counterparts. It was more of a mixed feelings. Sleeping for 8hours and getting buffet as dinner. I got to say that i am too old for all the UTC stuff already, reporting attendace, handling any stealing of banners, all the green bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a particular incident which occured during land expedition when i was the barrack leader 4 years ago. ( whoa 4 years.. im old.. ) Our barrack were at the lagoon at that instant. There was this particluar sec1 who was lagging behind so far that i didnt even bother about him and i kind of got irritated at him and totally ignored him. Something a barrack leader shouldnt do. Well... i dont understand why i did that but i did it anyway. Haha old times. I remember that barrack 2 would be the strongest since they had the 2SIs there and my barrack would be the lousier ones.. hahah the curse of the barrack 4s... i remembered another humbling incident. We were having PT competition, it was the pushup category. I sucked at pushups. It was the norm to hit over 200 pushups then. But then i stopped and did dragon fist only after 100+ pushups... the first person to fall out was the barrack leader. Its quite humiliating to do dragon fist while the entire barrack just carries on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-6915809286510839638?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6915809286510839638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=6915809286510839638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6915809286510839638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6915809286510839638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/12/couple-of-days-towards-new-academic.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-993565630689043717</id><published>2010-12-21T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T23:18:56.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a long day today. Man i think im in love with this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1rYmzQ8C9Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1rYmzQ8C9Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell a hundred feet when i heard it, you forgot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-993565630689043717?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/993565630689043717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=993565630689043717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/993565630689043717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/993565630689043717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-long-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-6925418293674012819</id><published>2010-12-17T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T21:48:12.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed of Light.</title><content type='html'>The year is ending, christmas is approaching. Time. Something we all yearn for but is constantly neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to get an answer but i know i will not. It doesnt matter anymore to me now since someone entered and redefined the entire sequence. I wouldnt need to know it anymore. I moved on without realising and now pon looking back, i realised how foolish i was. Im glad that all those were past tense and not present or future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. What are we looking out for? Friends? Or companionship? We are constantly dreaming of a bed of roses in a dreamy land when we negleted the simple daisies jus right outside our doors.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and i'll really hope thats that is the right one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-6925418293674012819?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6925418293674012819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=6925418293674012819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6925418293674012819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6925418293674012819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/12/speed-of-light.html' title='Speed of Light.'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-7763144491252258609</id><published>2010-12-13T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:51:35.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've always wondered for a very long time. What was the actual reason? What was the something ? But i already took off, without waiting for the answer i needed. Lifes good. i have what i need now. Its just a period of self-realisation, or self reassurance instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-7763144491252258609?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7763144491252258609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=7763144491252258609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7763144491252258609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7763144491252258609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-always-wondered-for-very-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-3292019554590919834</id><published>2010-12-10T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:21:24.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OAC overseas is finally done after much trouble which we met in the process of trying to even make it possible. The end results was tonnes better than expected. Heres a short list of what we had:&lt;br /&gt;1) we are given a approx 60% subsidy&lt;br /&gt;2) we had airconditioners,wifi,water heaters ( this is an overkill ) we were expecting tents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, well. The trip went well.. watching six movies on the bus... playing with porcupines and getting bitten by cats... taking pictures while crawling flat in the cave tunnels... pretending to be sucked in by the waterfall monster... having war games on the 4-wheel drive..making retarded survivial videos on the 4-wheel drive... having a dodging game with miss yong on the 4-wheel drive... getting splashed by the evil driver behind and screaming like little girls... forest trekking in the rain to see a rotten rafflesia.. tonnes and tonnes of adrenaline rush... naval diver jokes.. fined 120 dollars... getting cheated that AandW is separated between men and women...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe i got the aim of my trip, which is to get to know the exco better, since im always the one on the dissapearing act. I think i certainly got to know a few better. Time really flies when you enjoy it.. 3 days just passed with a flash... so fast that im not ready to get back into reality. that always happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times in pahang reminded me of the times i had in mawai. Those times where mad people go madder... the best campfire of my life... hahahaha...well... it is a year since i left VS for NJC, i've completed half my time here. wads in stalled for me in the next year shall be a mystery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note. miss gao offered a tub of ice cream for any1 who hits 25 pull ups. i shall grab that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-3292019554590919834?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3292019554590919834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=3292019554590919834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3292019554590919834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3292019554590919834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/12/oac-overseas-is-finally-done-after-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-293722876125324373</id><published>2010-11-12T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T00:32:25.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welll.. emo time! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW is officially over. Time flies when you least expect it to. 5 impossible people gathered together and did the PW project with unexpected results. Well. i have to say im pretty amazed on how we turned out to be. PW is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what i did. Did i take a tour on the exterior of the castle and end up at the same old ground. Or did i enter the castle blind folded and thought that i was still outside the castle? i dont know. I dont want to enter the castle and face the locked door at the highest room.&lt;br /&gt;海鸟跟鱼, 只是一场意外 ,差异一直存在,尝不出还有未来.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-293722876125324373?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/293722876125324373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=293722876125324373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/293722876125324373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/293722876125324373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/11/welll.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-4903641680478301008</id><published>2010-11-08T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:36:00.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know i won. But i cant see the throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanced upon jiaxuan, sirong,weewee, at parkway after my pw. It's a nice feeling. I was wondering if I could like see jiaxuan out of pure luck. And sure I did. It was fun, although I coughed straight into jiaxuan's face, and he gave me the walao face. An wee wee and his 'secret codename' hahahah. Time flies. We don't! Hahahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince I came njc, I've not been putting my heart into my activities. Cca and many others. Well, I am reminded that I am a black shirt and I shall take pride in that. I shall dig out my wristband and be a good ogl. I nearly took 31 to school today. That sucks. Lingering pain which just strikes whenever it likes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-4903641680478301008?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4903641680478301008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=4903641680478301008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4903641680478301008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4903641680478301008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-know-i-won.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-214232653794242439</id><published>2010-11-02T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T00:05:52.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets run over the same old place, same old ground.</title><content type='html'>It feels foreign, like always. Whats underneath? i will never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I blogged using my phone again. It feels like old time all over again. I met up with bingyu over lunch last Friday before my results were released. Yepp, I love friends in which are just a phonecall away. It feels as if we never left. Then, we met up at dinner again. Must thank all those jerks for actually suaning me about me needing to study for Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results are fine, but not brillant as they could be. But I was particularly happy with chem. B! It's my highest grade. Yes, it's far from others who got 3 or 4 As, but I have a life. Hahah, I shall refrain from talking about other subjects, they aren't very great, I just have a long long way to go. I'm going to be j2 next year, 18 years old. I can't imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hooked up to the Nicholas sparks series recently. I feel that the notebook is the best so far. Well, it just creates the feeling that you want that earth shattering love story to happen to you but you don't want to face the tragic and agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i kind of won but time flies, too fast, way too fast. I tried picturing faces. I found no more excuses. If i have it, i have it. If i dont, i dont. Maybe, i dont even have it from the start. Can we finally start our conversation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-214232653794242439?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/214232653794242439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=214232653794242439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/214232653794242439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/214232653794242439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-run-over-same-old-place-same-old.html' title='Lets run over the same old place, same old ground.'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-6972498212359786798</id><published>2010-10-29T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T23:13:08.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know im going to get flamed for saying that my results suck or something. I felt really dissapointed with my results. At first, when i first received back my results, i felt that it was alright at first. But slowly time passes. The pain started to seep in. You suddenly realise that its quite saddening. urgh. idk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-6972498212359786798?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6972498212359786798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=6972498212359786798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6972498212359786798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6972498212359786798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-know-im-going-to-get-flamed-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-3266117130200082495</id><published>2010-10-20T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:25:22.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has been pretty good to me these days. Well, i'll just leave PW and all the negative stuff out of the picture. Well, I feel that these few days had been relaxing. Just waking up earlier to go for a run or just sitting down in front of the television watching channel newsasia. Its totally relaxing, slowing down your pace of life and just enjoy the tiny blessing you can give yourself. More and more frequently, i find myself enjoying time alone. Simply alone. I would feel like myself and feel really calm. Its like u feel totally in control with yourself, you can control your breathing, your movements, your thinking and as if everything is under perfect control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck me someday that its already 1 year into junior college life. It struck me when i saw the graduation pictures of my juniors, 1 year younger than me. It struck me when i realised that the Sec2 i had taught had already taken over as NCOs. It struck me when my promos are already over. It struck me when i realised my A's chinese paper is 1 week away. It struck me when i realised that theres already a wide gap between the some of us. People come and stay in your life. You look into your reflection and question yourself if that is the real you, or was it a self-constructed image. Do you talk to your friends, or instead speak to your friends? Do you spend time with your friends, or do you enjoy time with your friends? Do you say goodbye or do you mean see you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Sometimes the distance inbetween widens. Its reflex. Its conditioned reflex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-3266117130200082495?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3266117130200082495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=3266117130200082495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3266117130200082495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3266117130200082495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-has-been-pretty-good-to-me-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-643580126264760126</id><published>2010-10-17T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:00:04.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ripped this off Jia Xuan's blog, i think its kind of interesting and meaningful. Yea thanks jx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Market Structure - 4 types of market&lt;br /&gt; [Hmm beware all this is crap :) ]&lt;br /&gt;Like markets, some people really have a "friendship market" of perfect competition. They have "no barriers to entry", which means that it is very easy to socialize with them because they do not form cliques with people that are hard to join. They have many friends because it's so easy to be friends with that person, and he or she is likely to have a great personality to attract everyone. However, because of the fact that they treat every friend equally (equity), they are unlikely to have very good friends.Hmm but I believe this is highly theoretical (like how the lecture note says). This is because it is impossible for people to not form cliques and have better friends, but this is a basis for comparison and analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next friendship structure is monopolistic competition. This is pretty similar to perfect competition because the barriers of entry are not high - it's easy to be the person's friend because he accepts most people... but somehow he or she only accepts people with "differentiated friendships", people that are unique and are worth making friends with and perhaps reject some with bad personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and we have oligopolies too, its probably the most common type of friendship structure. I guess this is pretty obvious, there are high barriers of entry because there are cliques formed (probably between 3 to 6 people) so it is pretty difficult to be good friends with the person. You may be friends with the person but it may take more time and share experiences to be a good friend with the person. Generally, you would feel an aura around the person that makes it hard to talk to him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a extreme friendship structure would be monopoly, very simple to understand actually... one best friend, period. No one else can be very good friends with the person hahaha, since the aura is super strong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-643580126264760126?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/643580126264760126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=643580126264760126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/643580126264760126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/643580126264760126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-ripped-this-off-jia-xuans-blog-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-6047321106277053078</id><published>2010-09-09T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:17:54.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congrats to weeliang for taking the first step out.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a passerby for that gate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-6047321106277053078?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6047321106277053078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=6047321106277053078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6047321106277053078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6047321106277053078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/09/congrats-to-weeliang-for-taking-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-1290094031376889474</id><published>2010-09-01T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T22:26:59.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a little different these days to say goodbye. The difference lies in the fact that the goodbye actually means goodbye. You wont know when is the next time you actually meet up. Its a special feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having this conversation with madam kwok about aging. As time passes, we kind of understand many things which we did not when we were younger. When we were younger, we would actually want presents, like gifts or toys. But as we slowly age, we realise the emptiness in some of the presents. We actually want emotions. There are many emotions at the end of it. I am just glad that you guys are all part of it.&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/5847807459247481238-1290094031376889474?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1290094031376889474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=1290094031376889474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/1290094031376889474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/1290094031376889474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-little-different-these-days-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-3866707244143421800</id><published>2010-08-27T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:20:12.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll eat till the cows come home!</title><content type='html'>5 guys from 5different schools met up for dinner at serangoon botak jones today. It was more than reminiscence and nolstalgia, a feeling, which you cant describe. Try drinking, chilli sauce, milk, mustard, tomato sauce and apple juice together. Its a feeling, you never get understand unless you tried each flavor one by one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really blessed to have friends like them. I really do. Thank You:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-3866707244143421800?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3866707244143421800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=3866707244143421800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3866707244143421800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3866707244143421800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/08/well-eat-till-cows-come-home.html' title='We&apos;ll eat till the cows come home!'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-7667595785001156274</id><published>2010-08-07T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T23:02:49.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone shoot me. *BANG*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-7667595785001156274?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7667595785001156274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=7667595785001156274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7667595785001156274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7667595785001156274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/08/someone-shoot-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-6753121378422189125</id><published>2010-08-06T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:37:34.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That weird feeling is back. It is a mixed feeling. Choices are made. Some with the help of time. Some with the help of others. I am relatively sure of what choices i am making. No matter what i end up with nor if it is right or wrong. Sometimes u compare. You feel inferior. You feel that nothing is on your side. You feel that everybody else is better. A second you are walking, the next second you are sprinting, the next you fly. but all of a sudden you are back walking. Complicated.Im sprouting nonsense.Someone shoot me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-6753121378422189125?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6753121378422189125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=6753121378422189125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6753121378422189125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6753121378422189125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-weird-feeling-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-4238684687931540796</id><published>2010-07-30T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T23:34:19.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Theres a lot of emotions at the end of it. This morning, i almost thought that my world had stopped revolving. It was a really helpless feeling. The kind in which, you wake up in the middle of the night and scream but no voice comes out. The kind of sinking feeling. I want to be that carefree innocent child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was really young, i cant remember how young. I was at some open field with my family. We were flying kites in the clear sky. I remembered that my daddy was flying the kite really high, so high for my little self. But suddenly, the string snapped and the kite flew away, towards the direction of the trees. I tried running towards it to catch it. It was really far. My eldest brother then raced after the kite and got it back. He was really muddy thanks to the running. So we got the kite back. These memories are weird. I dream of it once awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i already 17. I need to be able to handle things well. Emotions are just part and parcel of life in which everybody goes through. I am not unique individual. Everyone faces the same problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-4238684687931540796?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4238684687931540796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=4238684687931540796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4238684687931540796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4238684687931540796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_30.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-2567889410343834366</id><published>2010-07-27T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:25:07.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WILL WIN MY TUB OF ICE CREAM :D</title><content type='html'>Should i join the SIM bouldering? its too close to promos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is busy and i dont really know who to say to. Haha but im really happy today. My bouldring skills had improved alot today! I managed to accomplish 2 of the newly set routes today! really, i can taste the fruits of labour from my daily pull up *regime*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i did a 360 degree backflip! ok technically, i didnt, it was a accident that i did the backflip. I was trying to do the STAR route without the use of legs, (aka use brute force, jinghan's favorite) So i lifted my knees over my shoulders and tried to do some STUPID method bobby learn from pumpfest... and i did my backflip and fell on the mat.... but it was really really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss gao then set a new route, if any1 of us can complete the route, we can get a tub of ice cream! and of course, share it. I will complete it in 2 weeks! i will! i will! for the sake of the ice cream! heheheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back muscles are hurting for the first time in my life. That is a good sign, it means im finally developing my back muscles! yay! i'll train hard for bouldering and hope to at least... be in the top 50% of the climbing cohort:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. i should had watched inception with TBY. suddenly, im missing my old friends alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get a cut, it gets inflamed, u get a scar. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-2567889410343834366?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2567889410343834366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=2567889410343834366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/2567889410343834366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/2567889410343834366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-will-win-my-tub-of-ice-cream-d.html' title='I WILL WIN MY TUB OF ICE CREAM :D'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-8624789109702842356</id><published>2010-07-19T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:23:23.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My reflections trouble me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-8624789109702842356?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8624789109702842356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=8624789109702842356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/8624789109702842356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/8624789109702842356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-reflections-trouble-me.html' title='My reflections trouble me.'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-462223634981431571</id><published>2010-07-18T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:32:12.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right in front, but i keep asking, where are you?</title><content type='html'>Life had been pretty nice to me, i passed all my subjects, they seem fine to me. I suppose i still have a long way to go. Time flies and its july, how many times had i said that time flies. Ironically, we are stepping into adulthood, NS, careers. They are things which i had once considered distant and too mature for me. The mindset stays till today. Fuzhi, you need to grow up, you are no longer in your fantasy world. When i was in VS, i felt all powerful, i felt that my potential was limitless, i had my youth, time and energy to develop myself in many ways others cant. Now, im 17, somehow, we are on a path in which we are unable to turn back but i know, as one door closes, another opens. I shall keep walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like walking through a tunnel now, i hope the light comes soon, but i'll hope its not a train. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need someone to read my mind, and i need to read too.&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/5847807459247481238-462223634981431571?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/462223634981431571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=462223634981431571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/462223634981431571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/462223634981431571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/07/right-in-front-but-i-keep-asking-where.html' title='Right in front, but i keep asking, where are you?'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-8106276354507431</id><published>2010-07-17T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T22:12:46.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/TEG6MUuqjGI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/E1-9bgv8fho/s1600/DSCN1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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I just hopped over to my neighbour's house to teach her some math question. O' level graphs for amath. Felt so good that this seemed to be the only math question i could do. her brother couldnt do it too, cause he is in IP and i dont think he learnt it yet. Yayyyy! i did the math question and i proved the teacher's answer wrong! whoohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-7017973235630149749?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7017973235630149749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=7017973235630149749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7017973235630149749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7017973235630149749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-kind-of-good-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-5111100237862103357</id><published>2010-07-10T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T20:51:52.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Mr Eli said that after moderation the passing rate in our class is 10%. so only 2 people will pass in class. -.- meldon and zhangyue. Who else? Well. Time flies and its already 1/4 of JC life. What about adaptation into JC life? I'm not sure about that. I think, its too fast paced and theres not even a chance to decide whether you are confortable or not. Its like taking a rifle. Shoot and kill someone, if not he'll shoot and kill you first.&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/5847807459247481238-5111100237862103357?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5111100237862103357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=5111100237862103357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5111100237862103357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5111100237862103357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-3549996087257571955</id><published>2010-06-16T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:07:41.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Shattering Battle</title><content type='html'>So i was on facebook moments ago. Suddenly, i heard a buzzing sound. I turned back and saw two black figures. They were black, ugly and with wings. Haha, they were either huge bees or small wasps. I think they were small wasps as they were full black. I decided to ignore them for awhile hoping that they will leave me alone and get out of my room after they had their fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they decided not to. They FLEW ONTO MY BED! damn i cant stand idiots on my bed. That was the tipping point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not&lt;br /&gt;1) Snatch my bed&lt;br /&gt;2) Eat my ice cream&lt;br /&gt;3) Steal my chips&lt;br /&gt;4) Take my chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You breach any of these in my territory, i'll go for your throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like &gt;:( and so i took my shorts from the dirty laundry and did a bit of stretching *ok im just dramatising it* So they flew onto my pillow first. Then i jumped on the bed and use my shorts to give it a long sweep. It flew away and landed on the floor. The other insect was on the ceiling light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my bin and overturn it( it was empty then) and cupped the insect with it. YES! 1 POW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status at 7.50pm&lt;br /&gt;1 POW&lt;br /&gt;1 Enemy&lt;br /&gt;0 casualty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the one on the light flew down. Then i gave it another swing( like those u see federer during grand slam) and yes its dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! mission complete. 1 dead 1 prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i know its dammmmnnn lame but this reflects my life. DOING THIS IS MORE INTERESTING THAT OKAZAKI FRAGMENTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-3549996087257571955?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3549996087257571955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=3549996087257571955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3549996087257571955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3549996087257571955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/06/earth-shattering-battle.html' title='Earth Shattering Battle'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-4459477773105000800</id><published>2010-06-15T11:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:39:38.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Outing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/TBb14DIi8RI/AAAAAAAAAr4/CrzKJR50C-U/s1600/32274_437942564387_561344387_5832275_4484726_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/TBb14DIi8RI/AAAAAAAAAr4/CrzKJR50C-U/s320/32274_437942564387_561344387_5832275_4484726_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482839939632787730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. Cant really describe it but it was really enjoyable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-4459477773105000800?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4459477773105000800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=4459477773105000800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4459477773105000800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4459477773105000800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/06/class-outing.html' title='Class Outing.'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/__Oznh832xaE/TBb14DIi8RI/AAAAAAAAAr4/CrzKJR50C-U/s72-c/32274_437942564387_561344387_5832275_4484726_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-3779581554978013014</id><published>2010-06-14T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:12:30.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe?</title><content type='html'>Today was awesome. Maybe not, because lakers lost to celtics:( alright when everyone is watching world cup, im watching NBA finals. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/TBZGeaQM-NI/AAAAAAAAArw/B6nbeaRCuI0/s1600/DSCN1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/TBZGeaQM-NI/AAAAAAAAArw/B6nbeaRCuI0/s320/DSCN1337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482647084627458258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/TBZGd5VvoWI/AAAAAAAAAro/CjsGtNNuI5c/s1600/DSCN1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/TBZGd5VvoWI/AAAAAAAAAro/CjsGtNNuI5c/s320/DSCN1332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482647075792331106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bing Yu's Birthday:D These are the people who made my life great in VS :D And yes, i tried to become robert green during soccer today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-3779581554978013014?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3779581554978013014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=3779581554978013014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3779581554978013014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3779581554978013014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-was-awesome.html' title='Maybe?'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/__Oznh832xaE/TBZGeaQM-NI/AAAAAAAAArw/B6nbeaRCuI0/s72-c/DSCN1337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-7515646882277386566</id><published>2010-06-07T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:00:29.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing the same air.</title><content type='html'>Had lunch with PW group at coronation plaza in Prince and talked crap. Maybe it is really true that cheng likes Shu Mei.  That would be news.:D&lt;br /&gt;Today was relatively unfruitful. We went to many schools, trying to get some banners but we were given none. So after 4hours of banner hunting, we went home empty handed. This sucks but at least we had a great time bullying JiaEn and we burnt a hell lot of fats.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Dawn Soh Chu Hong today on the bus today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this feeling? I cant decide.I dream. I wonder. The search goes on. I had been clicking on the facebook refresh page till i can practically memorsise some of the news feed. Monotonous. No, i am not in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-7515646882277386566?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7515646882277386566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=7515646882277386566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7515646882277386566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7515646882277386566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/06/breathing-same-air.html' title='Breathing the same air.'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-7164633242969672441</id><published>2010-06-02T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:51:48.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im kind of happy for senior jun heng that he will be on his road to recovery. :D Meanwhile we will still pray that all the assholes to be caught. 3 more retards to  catch. :D comeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran my first 10km today:D I took my own sweet time though. That feeling was great, the sense of achievement:D I shall try to do it more often. NVM next year! whheeeee.... im climbing in NUS this sunday:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after math and OAC meeting, a few of us, ryanlai,nic-ann,huichee and miro went to bukit timah plaza for lunch. Hui Chee gave me a really nice advanced birthday present. :D really appreciate the thoughts:D  So i wasnt really supposed to eat kfc, but who cares anyway. So i ate the shrooms meal, it was heavenly. &lt;br /&gt;We talked crap and started bragging about our own schools. I really enjoy talking about VS, you will get a very nice and sweet feeling when you talk about VS. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. I dont really know what i am thinking, what am i doing. Eccentric. PMS. Moodswings. Hormonal Imbalance. Split personality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-7164633242969672441?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7164633242969672441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=7164633242969672441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7164633242969672441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7164633242969672441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-kind-of-happy-for-senior-jun-heng.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-1901237341009063126</id><published>2010-06-01T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:36:09.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When things go wrong as they sometimes will,&lt;br /&gt;When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,&lt;br /&gt;When the funds are low and the debts are high&lt;br /&gt;And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,&lt;br /&gt;When care is pressing you down a bit,&lt;br /&gt;Rest if you must, but don't you quit.&lt;br /&gt;Life is queer with its twists and turns,&lt;br /&gt;As every one of us sometimes learns,&lt;br /&gt;And many a failure turns about&lt;br /&gt;When he might have won had he stuck it out;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up though the pace seems slow--&lt;br /&gt;You may succeed with another blow,&lt;br /&gt;Success is failure turned inside out--&lt;br /&gt;The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;And you never can tell how close you are,&lt;br /&gt;It may be near when it seems so far;&lt;br /&gt;So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--&lt;br /&gt;It's when things seem worst that you must not quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY to my senior. Jun Heng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-1901237341009063126?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1901237341009063126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=1901237341009063126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/1901237341009063126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/1901237341009063126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-things-go-wrong-as-they-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-8362738544315612072</id><published>2010-05-31T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:56:29.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll pray for you. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-8362738544315612072?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8362738544315612072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=8362738544315612072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/8362738544315612072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/8362738544315612072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-pray-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-6529125607733738700</id><published>2010-05-31T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:21:18.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BannersInDisguise.blogspot.com gogogogogo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-6529125607733738700?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6529125607733738700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=6529125607733738700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6529125607733738700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6529125607733738700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/bannersindisguise.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-3331955796567212669</id><published>2010-05-27T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:08:02.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLOS MISS HO!! HIHIHI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-3331955796567212669?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3331955796567212669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=3331955796567212669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3331955796567212669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3331955796567212669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/hellos-miss-ho-hihihi.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-4091063965933291067</id><published>2010-05-15T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:26:24.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New kid on the block</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S-5lBUpYsDI/AAAAAAAAArg/5uTO72c9r6Q/s1600/DSCN1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S-5lBUpYsDI/AAAAAAAAArg/5uTO72c9r6Q/s320/DSCN1210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471421670698299442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in NJC. Its after the Concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised. :D No need for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-4091063965933291067?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4091063965933291067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=4091063965933291067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4091063965933291067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4091063965933291067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/everything-in-njc.html' title='New kid on the block'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/__Oznh832xaE/S-5lBUpYsDI/AAAAAAAAArg/5uTO72c9r6Q/s72-c/DSCN1210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-619887905033705755</id><published>2010-05-07T20:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:40:17.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week is a really scary roller coaster ride. I was feeling very down most of the time. The week had been nasty to me. It was really painful to hold on to what i value. It was my own barrier which i defined. I decided to step out of it. I got cut by what was waiting outside for me.People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within&lt;br /&gt;I felt very cooped up in school, as if there was a bomb imploding within me. I dont really understand. There is a major change in 3 subject tutors we are having. Math,Bio,Econs. I wonder, if we are really that hopeless that you simply just gave up on us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big pretty ego hit this week(especially chemistry).&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry -6/10 and 9/20&lt;br /&gt;Math - 12/30&lt;br /&gt;GP grammer 11/25&lt;br /&gt;This month would be tough.&lt;br /&gt;1)Pumpfest&lt;br /&gt;2)X-Physic&lt;br /&gt;3)Nanyang Concept test&lt;br /&gt;4)Common test before June holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Weng left to teach another class as some other biology teacher went to continue her studies. Before she left, she told me to be more serious in spa for the last time, as i always do short cuts for my experiments. Well, i slept through her last tutorial, she was nice enough to let me sleep undisturbed for 30mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aristal.&lt;br /&gt;R.Cheng's friend couldnt make it for the concert and i got the tickets (for free). But actually i wasnt really interested in watching dance but since geetika, nicole and jiaqi were in, i decided to go in. Well, after its free right? Cheapo alert.&lt;br /&gt;I liked the intensity of the dances. The dance which nicole and jiaqi were in was good. The chinese dance which was also as good. I think i'll just post pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played basketball in school this week and unfortunately ryan got hit in the cheekbone under the eye. He looks like a real panda now, i guess we have to avoid basketball in school now, the single hoop is too crowded for any safe play. I am addicted to basketball now and i just went downstairs to play with some strangers. Yea, it was fun. Won the first game 30 to 10 and the next 4 to 3. Haha, i like that feeling. I broke my toenail though, it doesnt hurt though i see a little blood oozing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes my week. Aurora tomorrow. Binghan,Nicole,Hazel would be performing goodluck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I had a hard time loving myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-619887905033705755?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/619887905033705755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=619887905033705755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/619887905033705755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/619887905033705755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-week-is-really-scary-roller.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-7295062988278759677</id><published>2010-05-06T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:27:15.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-7295062988278759677?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7295062988278759677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=7295062988278759677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7295062988278759677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7295062988278759677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you?'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-4560796346651762278</id><published>2010-05-04T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:58:12.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remembered when i was 5 years old, a particular incident happened. I was alone at home. Somehow, i dont remember the details. I broke a lamp. The lamp shade broke. I was alone at home, helpless. I ran and grabbed a tube of superglue and quickly collected the broken pieces, thinking of piecing it back. I grabbed the broken pieces and it cut my hand. It was a deep 3cm cut on my thumb. It was really painful but i didnt cry. I looked as the blood flowed out and i ran to bandage it. Just moments after, my dad reached home. He looked at the floor and saw the broken pieces and superglue. I cant remember what happened next. But he told me something. It isnt the exact words but it is roughly this. He said : When this is broken, no matter how much u try to piece it back. It wont work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there was this cup on my table. It was sitting dangerously on the edge of the table. I knew it would fall and break if i dont push it in, but i didnt. I looked at it as if it was in slow motion, as it fell and shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i turn back time? No i cant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-4560796346651762278?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4560796346651762278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=4560796346651762278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4560796346651762278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4560796346651762278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-remembered-when-i-was-5-years-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-6929406190848766151</id><published>2010-04-22T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:55:09.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A slice.</title><content type='html'>It rained just now. Great feeling to just walk in the rain feeling kind of lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-6929406190848766151?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6929406190848766151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=6929406190848766151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6929406190848766151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6929406190848766151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/04/slice.html' title='A slice.'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-4749466649862917322</id><published>2010-04-15T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:13:20.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight,Tonight,Tonight</title><content type='html'>I feel so proud even though I screwed my math lecture test. My GC failed on me. I drew my graph manually. I'm a genius right? Hah! I'm officially retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense something very wrong with my social life in njc. Haha! I think I'll need to do something about it. Pe was kind of stupid for me. I helplessly ran for the rugby ball and I think I'm like a hamster on a running wheel, ok, weird analogy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry rocks. I have evidence that they have poor instructions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) there was this burette practical, I was so amazed and excited by how much spare time I had because I finished the experiment 30min before time and completed all the data, while I still see people still doing titration. So out of boredom, I redid my experiment 5 times and floated around class. Sounds fun right? It is the last 5 minutes that miss Tai said that we have to do the next 3 pages too. An evidence of unclear instructions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) ok, next is the chem test which I surprisingly failed. There was a 2m question which I didn't see! Another evidence of unclear instructions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, I know it's my fault. I hope miss tai doesnt see this, if not she will whack me. ( as per normal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there was this council elections in njc! I memorized some numbers. I memorized numbers I won't vote for! Pity the 2 persons who perfectly came up with  the perfect solution on how to memorise their numbers.. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my jc life is quite blank other than goofing around looking like a CHI-KO-PEI and trying to freak people out. HAH!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry now! Feed me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-4749466649862917322?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4749466649862917322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=4749466649862917322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4749466649862917322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4749466649862917322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/04/tonighttonighttonight.html' title='Tonight,Tonight,Tonight'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-5091439834920820210</id><published>2010-04-02T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T16:11:55.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, i said that i would start on my PI when its 1pm. Its now 4pm and i have not started on it. I shall really start on it once i finish blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its already april. 2 months into school. Lecture tests are coming up and i am not performing to the fullest. Take the chemistry lecture test for example. I am able to do the entire paper but carelessness caused me to leave 3 parts of it blank due to a calculation error. I really need to develop some sense of carefulness when i do my work from now on. Carelessness had been tripping me time and time again. GP, i think i topped the class from the bottom. 2.5/13,  Alright, i shall learn from my mistakes and take off from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months into school, i had made alot of new friends in school, both OAC and in class. Well, although i still confuse some of them, theres at least some improvement. It stills take me around 5 seconds to differenciate between Tiffany and Michelle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been running quite frequently in OAC, well X-Phy is coming up and we cant waste any time slacking. I need to built up my core muscles too, which is full of fats now. Cant even complete the last rock for the star route on the bouldering wall. Its just the last bloodly rock. I shall conquer it this coming tuesday, watch out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai Ching is leaving for australia on monday. I dont really know her well, i dont even talk to her much. Its quite ironic. The whole event just reminds me of Edwin. With Singapore on his back, he leaves for somewhere where an unknown future lies. Its weird, that feeling. U look at someone for the very last time in your life, knowing that it is quite impossible to see that very same person ever again. That person wont have any impact on you anymore. Its weird. You just fix your eyes at her for a moment and ask yourself what it means. I dont know. Well, another friend is leaving. I still remember i kicked the soccer ball and it hit her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies doesnt it? You click on everybody's blog and all the stories dont include you anymore. You feel weird. You feel out of place. Damien wrote this and i really think that there is a need for u guys to read it. Its brillant.&lt;br /&gt;If you could put all your emotions in a bottle, what colour do you think it would be today? To me I think nostalgia would sorta look like a bottle of colourful immiscible liquids swishing about. While on a normal day the emotions in my bottle would be homogeneously coloured. Cos when nostalgia hits, it’s like feeling everything you’ve ever felt for the entire time you’re in that familiar place, or doing that familiar thing. And each emotion stands by itself and expresses itself as it’s own vivid colour in my bottle of nostalgia hahaaaa. It’s so weird. It’s like drinking a bottle of Pepsi, apple juice, yoghurt and half boiled egg all together, but you taste it all in isolation. Whoa strange impossible analogy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-5091439834920820210?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5091439834920820210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=5091439834920820210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5091439834920820210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5091439834920820210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/04/alright-i-said-that-i-would-start-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-4093358359177209250</id><published>2010-03-26T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:46:59.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dreamt.</title><content type='html'>i read bingyu's blog and chanced upon this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Sometimes,things are better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,things are better left undone.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,you just have to be happy settling for a simple friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,we should learn how to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,we should learn how to give up.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,it is best to remain status quo.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,you don’t have to do anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,it’s better to learn from others’ mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,others’ lost is your gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words,the way we communicate.&lt;br /&gt;Words,powerful invention by humans.&lt;br /&gt;Words,can be used against you.&lt;br /&gt;Words,can be twisted and played with.&lt;br /&gt;Words,Can you keep to yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impulses,can you control them?&lt;br /&gt;Impulses,will you regret them?&lt;br /&gt;Impulses,do they even make sense?&lt;br /&gt;Impulses,do you really want it?&lt;br /&gt;Impulses,need great discipline to control them.&lt;br /&gt;Impulses,can you control them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt and woke up. Some dreams fade over time. When we fail to look at it again. They fade, they dissapear. But all of a sudden, the impulse comes back. You stand up, looked up into the sky, the story played in your eyes. The passion ignited again. The eye of the eagle. Young and determined, the eagle sets off for his dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-4093358359177209250?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4093358359177209250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=4093358359177209250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4093358359177209250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4093358359177209250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dreamt.html' title='I dreamt.'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-855376593933618911</id><published>2010-03-24T20:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:59:44.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S6oJEtliprI/AAAAAAAAArY/ypO7RUOXFic/s1600/zzzzzzzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452180275446589106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S6oJEtliprI/AAAAAAAAArY/ypO7RUOXFic/s320/zzzzzzzzzzzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our final event, HRC :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S6oJEfcoCrI/AAAAAAAAArQ/JDX1dEJpV2g/s1600/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452180271651097266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S6oJEfcoCrI/AAAAAAAAArQ/JDX1dEJpV2g/s320/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were still young. hahha cute hor. weixuan,brandon,nicholas and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S6oIYcwPewI/AAAAAAAAArA/faf6R-Ky2Wk/s1600/n1662213562_97381_2479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452179515013823234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S6oIYcwPewI/AAAAAAAAArA/faf6R-Ky2Wk/s320/n1662213562_97381_2479.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NJC is great. OAC is even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VSNPCC - Campcraft Champions and 1st runner up :D&lt;br /&gt;VS XC - C and B div Champions :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It rained today. But the Victorian Spirit was shining brightly as ever.' - Mr Low Eng Teong, Principal of Victoria School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i had learnt how to put things behind now. Life has to go on no matter what. Everyone has their own problem and phobias, it depends on how we see them. I think its time we explore outside our comfort zones and experience it for ourselves. You have to live for yourself, buck up, jump up, spring up... Its time to carve your path,shape your story. I guess i had reached the decisive crossroad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS is now a memory. Perhaps,  we should smile because it had happened before, not cry because it is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-855376593933618911?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/855376593933618911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=855376593933618911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/855376593933618911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/855376593933618911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-blogging-to-destress.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/__Oznh832xaE/S6oJEtliprI/AAAAAAAAArY/ypO7RUOXFic/s72-c/zzzzzzzzzzzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-9154744925579345642</id><published>2010-03-16T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:18:44.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up at 6.30am and headed off to east coast.... I texted Jia Hui and initially planned to meet her. So... i was reaching east coast already but she was reaching ang mo kio... hahah... so i decided to head off first, i swear the underpass is very scary, although there were alot of people there, it was still very creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached mac at 8am, it was super early. I had my breakfast with jing han and i suddenly had this ' cough and burp combined thingy' it was so painful, it felt as if there was a hole in my lungs or something... Then after like forever, we finally got our bikes and headed off! yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East coast is like full of memories, at some point of time, i just kept quiet and relived those memories. Nostalgic. So, we cycled towards Changi village, it wasnt far but jinghan and i cycled slowly together with some of the girls. Aik Ching was cycling halfway and she turned back to look at us, then she flew off the bike, yea she was laughing at herself more than us. It must be jinghan's fault, she saw his face, she freaked out and flew off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light drizzle came and we headed off to a small hut andtook shelter. We were drenched because we cycled too slowly. It was fun just looking at the rain coming down and everyone is just stuck in the hut. We reached changi village next and had our lunch,ate some famous nasi lemak and it was pretty nice. That place is great, i rememeber HRC, the lunch we had together after it. Beautiful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we cycled back. So.... Jinghan and i cycled past jia hui, so jiahui wobbled and fell off her bike! Who else can be blamed? Jing han! He must had scared her and she fell. hahahaha... Jinghan, Jian Shen and I rode quickly towards east coast as time was running out. The gear hit my leg and while trying to find any cuts on my leg, i crashed into the sidewalk. Somehow i didnt have any cuts. hahah.. im so lucky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning the bikes, we sat down outside the shop. I was sitting on the top of the bench and trish went to push me off :( i fell off in a funny manner hahaha... it was embaressing. haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some nonsense arugument we decided to go parkway. Rachel, Jia Hui and I took the bus while Jing Han, Ryan, Aik Ching and Hai Ching walked. It was a competition on who can reach faster. haha... I think it was a draw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i think its quite a sensitive memory that i share with some friends that going to parkway only belonged to them. It feels weird going there with my njc friends. But it was great. Ryan and I protested against it because it was too expensive but we went in anyway. Some of us went to Giant first to get some drinks first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite determined not to eat or spend money in swensens. The the waiter came and told us that there was this 2 ice cream for 10 bucks thingy. URGH, megan wanted to have it. THEN ITS PEER PRESSURE, nobody else wanted to eat the ice cream. So... thanks to peer pressure i shared the promotion with her. :( 6 bucks off the window.... Nonsense arugument with imran was very fun! hahahah... tonnes of bullshit... hahah.. we went home after that. I bused home with Megan, Rachel and HaiChing and talked about everything. It was really a fun day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa its quite a long time since i posted something this long hahaha.. gimme a moment the pictures are coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-9154744925579345642?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/9154744925579345642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=9154744925579345642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/9154744925579345642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/9154744925579345642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-woke-up-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-7233084763452111366</id><published>2010-03-15T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:15:40.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up in the morning at 7am, I thought weilun would be at school, so I snoozed till 8. Apprently, great minds think alike. Weilun thought the same thing as me. So, they did campcraft, while I tried to help CU, I wasn't much of any help too. I guess tomorrow, I'll be going east coast to cycle.&lt;br /&gt;We left at 12 and talked about many things, who will be the richest? Who will most likely cheat on their wives. The SMS mr chan sent was damn cool. I loved it, hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;I went to cityhall next for my dental appointment. Great place to be in. After the appointment, I went to walk around cityhall alone. That feeling of being alone is nice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly struck me, njc is a good place. I'm not consoling myself because I'm not accepted in vjc. But I just realised how great njc is. I looked passed the flimsy infrastructure and saw the palace. The teachers are chirpy, friends are real friends. It is a great place afterall. If you offer me now a spot in vjc, I'll hesitate a little, but I won't leave njc. What mr leo, mrs foo and some others said is very true. I have to venture out sometimes, not to be tied down by bonds and commitment. It would be a failure in the victorian education if our definition of success is vjc. Perhaps, time will tell.&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/5847807459247481238-7233084763452111366?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7233084763452111366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=7233084763452111366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7233084763452111366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7233084763452111366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/woke-up-in-morning-at-7am-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-4513307511670797917</id><published>2010-03-13T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T13:30:11.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't live in Victoria anymore. I walked around victoria just now, everything seemed distant yet so close. Every single location seemed to have its own particular beautiful memory. Even the isolated regions like the area behind the hostel, where we used to do our flag drills. We used to grit our teeth tight, praying for the end of the training. Now, when it had all come to a beautiful end, we can only take deep breaths and try to taste the sweetness within it. Everyone is in different jcs now, although a common identity binds us tightly. I want to go vjc, not the college, but the people. But I'm blending in well in NJC, with great friends like Miro and Hazel. Victoria, the people and the infrastructure, the place of miracles. Victoria now lives within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, I miss you.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-4513307511670797917?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4513307511670797917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=4513307511670797917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4513307511670797917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4513307511670797917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-live-in-victoria-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-4941174419213255939</id><published>2010-02-23T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:49:52.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More or less, school life would had been stable by now. I should be joining OAC. Maybe i'll join another cca if it is too slack. OAC orientation camp was fun. The guys were very nice and it should be a cca i would be looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;My class is also out. Whether i like it or not, i will need to work very hard to catch up on my school work. Currently, i am not catching up with much of the schoolwork and i have 4 or 5 more sets of homework to complete. I hope that i would come back to the ' mugger phase' i used to have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy chinese lesson alot. The teacher is very good and she makes classes very interesting. For GP, i have mixed feelings over it. I like the teacher, she seemed to be very nice and patient. For Economics, the teacher is very serious. I think that fits me, i need to buck up for my humanities subject. For Biology and Chemistry, i think i got the better teachers, they teach well and make classes very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to chill out, but i dont feel like blogging. Hmm i shall just list a number of updates in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I bought 2 new pairs of spectacles, a red and black one&lt;br /&gt;- I cant do as much pull ups as last time, the same with running&lt;br /&gt;- I am not catching up with my school work&lt;br /&gt;- I am frequently asked why i am not in VJC. &lt;br /&gt;- I am going to join OAC&lt;br /&gt;- I dont think anyone i actually know in NJC has a blog.&lt;br /&gt;- I am the first to pack my stuff in class once the bell rings&lt;br /&gt;- I am called hamsterboy in school&lt;br /&gt;- NJC road run is this friday&lt;br /&gt;- Steamboat is also this friday&lt;br /&gt;- Diagnostic test is this saturday&lt;br /&gt;- I have 3 days of school which i end classes at 4.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-4941174419213255939?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4941174419213255939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=4941174419213255939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4941174419213255939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4941174419213255939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-or-less-school-life-would-had-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-7051488055147146017</id><published>2010-02-16T01:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:37:46.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S3mCWuVaXoI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9tj8w8_hFAs/s1600-h/DSCN0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438521351933156994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S3mCWuVaXoI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9tj8w8_hFAs/s320/DSCN0633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is janelle and zu rong. The 2 angels who forced me to play hide and seek with them... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S3mB5WvGL0I/AAAAAAAAAqg/PudHRMui5Yo/s1600-h/DSCN0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438520847382228802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S3mB5WvGL0I/AAAAAAAAAqg/PudHRMui5Yo/s320/DSCN0644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All my cousins are here.. all of the same generation! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S3mBdlpltcI/AAAAAAAAAqY/EPqlB1dN2cQ/s1600-h/DSCN0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438520370349323714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S3mBdlpltcI/AAAAAAAAAqY/EPqlB1dN2cQ/s320/DSCN0635.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My failed attempt to act stupid and janelle took a picture of it.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S3mBdIvMoBI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/QPnhVlSUri8/s1600-h/DSCN0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438520362588217362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S3mBdIvMoBI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/QPnhVlSUri8/s320/DSCN0641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, janelle dragged me into her room and forced me to watch tom and jerry with her.. sighs... poor guy right? now i understand how hard it is to be parents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S3mBc0dRBNI/AAAAAAAAAqI/2-roczTBszE/s1600-h/DSCN0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438520357144298706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S3mBc0dRBNI/AAAAAAAAAqI/2-roczTBszE/s320/DSCN0636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was tring to scare me...nice 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S3mBcMpzlvI/AAAAAAAAAqA/xEBrfkTrW5I/s1600-h/DSCN0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438520346459477746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S3mBcMpzlvI/AAAAAAAAAqA/xEBrfkTrW5I/s320/DSCN0616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princess... so apprently, we were playing hide and seek. out of boredom, nat and i wore it and camwhored hahah... haha PRINCESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S3mBbeCDk6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/rcDChkt1E2Y/s1600-h/DSCN0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438520333944722338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S3mBbeCDk6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/rcDChkt1E2Y/s320/DSCN0643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played bball with my cousins and had a game lost 11-7 HAHAHA... broke my spects in the process... that explains why i didnt wear my spects in the other photos.. haha... so i lost the game ... my cousin told me he was a basketball coach.. damn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bowling was damn fun too.. whee striked a couple a number of times... guttered some too.. haha but it was fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im too lazy to spit out the details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Somehow, I had been the centre of their discussions. How shocking that I didn't get into raffles? Vjc rejected a guy with 7 a1s? Njc is also not bad? So, my uncle talked to me. He suggests that I should be a doctor or a lawyer, instead of an army or police officer. Honestly I don't know what I really want to be in the future. All my relatives are great achievers, I don't know. But that can't be my answer right? Maybe I should try out an internship or go for career counselling? My parents don't actually demand much from me, they don't mind what I do in the future, a simple and contented life they want me to have. Medcine? Law? Criminology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly and adruptly, I just realised that I'm no longer a child. I would need to bear new responsibilities. I'm 17 this year, I can no longer hide behind my parents, my brothers and my friends. I need to handle everything myself. Kinship, friendship, relationship, my future and every single thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-7051488055147146017?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7051488055147146017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=7051488055147146017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7051488055147146017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7051488055147146017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-janelle-and-zu-rong.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/__Oznh832xaE/S3mCWuVaXoI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9tj8w8_hFAs/s72-c/DSCN0633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-2016258411403717067</id><published>2010-02-14T20:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:47:37.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S3f1ZJ-voiI/AAAAAAAAApw/FbzsZmrEeJk/s1600-h/DSCN0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438084887597785634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S3f1ZJ-voiI/AAAAAAAAApw/FbzsZmrEeJk/s320/DSCN0602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My lovely mummy and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&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/5847807459247481238-2016258411403717067?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2016258411403717067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=2016258411403717067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/2016258411403717067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/2016258411403717067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-was-another-dejavu.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/__Oznh832xaE/S3f1ZJ-voiI/AAAAAAAAApw/FbzsZmrEeJk/s72-c/DSCN0602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-272081986233723222</id><published>2010-02-09T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:24:53.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for floorball trials today and it was very boring. I guess i wont be join floorball anymore. OAC is for me. Wheee.... I hope the upcoming camp would be great.  Lessons were hard to catch up with these days, i have to put in quite abit of effort to keep up. No more crapping during lessons like secondary school. I am starting to treat language more seriously now. I wont repeat the same mistake i had made by neglecting english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is coming! whooo... i dont know what to blog... school life is so.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No matter how far, i'll be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-272081986233723222?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/272081986233723222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=272081986233723222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/272081986233723222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/272081986233723222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/went-for-floorball-trials-today-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-6812473416509541774</id><published>2010-02-07T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:54:18.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a beautiful day. Met Kelly, Eugene, Dawn,Nurul and zaleha today and had a meal at Swensens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Marche first and sort of tried to give dawn a surprise. It failed, she didn't seem quite surprised. We then hanged around marche and chatted with our 'old' friends. A wonderful feeling. Had a chat with June and some others for awhile. Quite nolstagic.i don't really know what to blog about in marche, but I was really happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed off to swensens to eat! Had this awesome earthquake and it was nice. Kelly stole zaleha's phone and refused to return her till a very late time. The meal was great with tonnes of gossip and laughter. We tried saboing zaleha by giving her number to the manager and she was so defensive and shy! This is so not her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies when you enjoy it. I'm really happy from morning till the night. I'm looking for Thursday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes, when i see that you are so sad. i just want to come forward to hug you, but i dont know how to. :(&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/5847807459247481238-6812473416509541774?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6812473416509541774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=6812473416509541774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6812473416509541774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6812473416509541774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-was-beautiful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-7401209887692065717</id><published>2010-02-03T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:46:40.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's only when you step out of your own comfort zone and embrace the new world, then you will be able to call the world your own and walk out of the shadow. I walked out of vjc's today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showdown was great, I gave my favorite ogl,dilshaad 8 grand water bombs. She then chased me round the red track, I outran her:D the water bombs were gone in like 10mins, I swear that is damn fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a total blast. Cca orientation was fucking fun. Climbed the rocked wall and it was tiring, I reached the peaked! I tried the more challenging one next where there isn't any belay and an incline. Finished 3/4 of it and completed the incline... Whoo... But I had a layer of skin scraped of both of the toes since I didn't wear shoes. Somehow they didn't hurt, maybe they are dead skin, I know it's plain disguisting to blog about this. Tried many others like floorball and shooting. I think I'm talented! In the pistol one, I got 4 shots in a straight line.. Cool right? Anyway, everyone say I have the basketball and tabletennis look, whoo.. But I suck at both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway alot of people said that I look like someone they know. One said I looked like her cousin. The other looked look liked her tuition mate, haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance party was awesome, screamed my lungs out and now I had partially lost my voice. Cool man. Idk how to describe how awesome it is, everyone just went wild, out of the sterotype of muggers... I'm so into njc now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-7401209887692065717?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7401209887692065717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=7401209887692065717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7401209887692065717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7401209887692065717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-only-when-you-step-out-of-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-5878642147648992219</id><published>2010-02-02T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:02:47.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>My new life at njc had been eventful. I know myself what is missing. Had tonnes of fun and met new friends around the school. Life is back to its routine where i wake up at 6am, go to school and reach home at 5pm. No longer 2am. I looked around, I made alot of new friends. I dont really know what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i'll be always there for you. :D Keep that in mind. It makes me feel sad too when i see you like this. Dont be silly. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-5878642147648992219?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5878642147648992219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=5878642147648992219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5878642147648992219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5878642147648992219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-6300481017244750122</id><published>2010-01-31T11:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:09:01.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day of Work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S2UCVrPmDXI/AAAAAAAAApo/ReDdUnZbD-w/s1600-h/20431_256640909150_634784150_3406674_3167978_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432751096901012850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S2UCVrPmDXI/AAAAAAAAApo/ReDdUnZbD-w/s320/20431_256640909150_634784150_3406674_3167978_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I fell asleep while waiting for kelly to finish her stuff yesterday night and i fell alseep till i woke up this morning at 11am... So i missed out the late night chattings they had last night. I didnt hear the nudges eugene sent me nor the calls kelly did. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was our last day, i have mixed feelings over it. Time and tide waits for no man. 3 months had just passed with a flash. But the flash was as memorable as fireworks, and it left a beautiful mark on our hearts. 3 months into work, i had learnt so much from team leaders and team members. I had gained much more than just pay. I had regained lost friendships and built long lasting ones. These friendships are more than enough to make me feel that i am the richest person on earth. Fate had really brought us together and i made the right decision to make friends with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are an essenital part of our lifes. We can never live without them. I pity those who climb high in their lives and do not actually have any real friends. I had made precious friends like Kelly and Dawn. They added up to my beautiful memories in which i would take me a long time to forget. The sweet or sad memories are really nostalgic, and i would savor them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, fresh from VS, i still had those elitist mindset. Sterotyping people from mainstream schools to be very rowdy, slack and unproductive. This is where i am wrong. Leaders come from all schools. It does not mean that if you are a head prefect from the best institution, you are the man of the world. There are so many things in which we can learn from each other and these really makes you realise, you aint great at all. You are just academically stronger. Thats all. Coming to work is really an eyeopener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many,many things had happened. Orientation when the 5 of us were called the ' famous 5' to....steven calling us raffles boys... till the initall marche opening.... till the first pipe burst in cosmos......till i got transfered to juice bar.... and i got fired from juice bar... and i got reemployed... till eugene got into coffee bar.... till victoria left....&lt;br /&gt;There are so much memories to be kept deep into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to blog about what happened at work yesterday. Refer to kelly's blog ok? I shall post the pictures some other times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life at marche is now over. I've got to smile because it had happened, not frown because it is over. Time is honoured. A quiet stream of time completes my gracious and elegant metamorphosis.&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/5847807459247481238-6300481017244750122?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6300481017244750122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=6300481017244750122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6300481017244750122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6300481017244750122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-day-of-work.html' title='The Last Day of Work.'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/__Oznh832xaE/S2UCVrPmDXI/AAAAAAAAApo/ReDdUnZbD-w/s72-c/20431_256640909150_634784150_3406674_3167978_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-5832369794298969894</id><published>2010-01-26T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:08:28.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S16DfWHJJYI/AAAAAAAAApg/yLuKwyLowsE/s1600-h/DSCN0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430922775190119810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S16DfWHJJYI/AAAAAAAAApg/yLuKwyLowsE/s320/DSCN0471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kind of weird feeling is back. It sucks. The sky looks peaceful and i hope everything else can be that peaceful too. It's just one of those days where I just want to disappear,to just blend into somewhere invisible. Yesterday night, i walked alone after work around into 313@somerset. The whole centre was empty. That feeling was great. Its really nice to be alone, taking a step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends. - Richard Bach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-5832369794298969894?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5832369794298969894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=5832369794298969894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5832369794298969894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5832369794298969894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-kind-of-weird-feeling-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/__Oznh832xaE/S16DfWHJJYI/AAAAAAAAApg/yLuKwyLowsE/s72-c/DSCN0471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-8531078330685414186</id><published>2010-01-21T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T02:19:32.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today had been a great day. Did many things and tried many new stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early in the morning and dozed off on my bed the next minute i woke up. haha.. Headed off to meet Eugene, Victoria, Kelly, Dawn, Samantha and Amanda at bugis. Kelly and Amanda bought some nice looking ice cream which really looked very nice but they tasted like those you can buy in the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S1dFmiD1FmI/AAAAAAAAAow/7ZVESzdnPzA/s1600-h/DSCN0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S1dFmiD1FmI/AAAAAAAAAow/7ZVESzdnPzA/s320/DSCN0378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428884404098635362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to seoul garden to eat. We wanted to make it a 'mini party' for victoria since she was leaving marche and going to australia to study. So there was this retarded guy working in the restaurant. He started at me at the beginning and i wondered what was his problem. Awhile later, he came up to me and apologied for staring at me and started to talk with me. He then told me he was a lesbian. I was like ' ooookaaayyy....' I dont really know what is his bloody problem. He also came and took kelly's handphone from her chair. Then kelly went to take it back from him. I think he is really a retarted moron, lost my appetite and ate quite little because of him. I shall never return to seoul garden ever again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to take neoprints, its my first time anyway. I know i am a country bumpkin as its my first time, u cant expect me to take neoprints with guys right? So... its kind of weird. Let the pictures do the talking... It is quite amazing how neoprints can entertain girls so much hahaha...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S1dHHODDXPI/AAAAAAAAApA/ymx55DMzMtw/s1600-h/DSCN0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S1dHHODDXPI/AAAAAAAAApA/ymx55DMzMtw/s320/DSCN0387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428886065173978354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S1dHGnKjRfI/AAAAAAAAAo4/_TVTCZ9yKpk/s1600-h/DSCN0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S1dHGnKjRfI/AAAAAAAAAo4/_TVTCZ9yKpk/s320/DSCN0391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428886054736446962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then late for work, marlina was very angry and she just didnt say it. Work today was quite interesting, maybe because of my good mood. I started my closing at 9pm and i slowly did my stuffs. I needed to teach damien how to close juice bar too but i have the whole week to do it, so no worries. So we bought a cake for victoria and shared it. The pictures shall talk again.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S1dJEYVjx4I/AAAAAAAAApY/lWn97pyvv00/s1600-h/DSCN0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S1dJEYVjx4I/AAAAAAAAApY/lWn97pyvv00/s320/DSCN0424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428888215419602818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S1dJDtypCzI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qChNv8pfOCk/s1600-h/DSCN0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S1dJDtypCzI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qChNv8pfOCk/s320/DSCN0417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428888203998858034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S1dJDImOmJI/AAAAAAAAApI/EAUW84lWFEY/s1600-h/DSCN0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/S1dJDImOmJI/AAAAAAAAApI/EAUW84lWFEY/s320/DSCN0407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428888194014681234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-8531078330685414186?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8531078330685414186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=8531078330685414186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/8531078330685414186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/8531078330685414186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-had-been-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/__Oznh832xaE/S1dFmiD1FmI/AAAAAAAAAow/7ZVESzdnPzA/s72-c/DSCN0378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-5631286630923001756</id><published>2010-01-19T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:40:13.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so tired. think i'll sleep&lt;br /&gt;byes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-5631286630923001756?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5631286630923001756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=5631286630923001756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5631286630923001756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5631286630923001756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-2609174429586200907</id><published>2010-01-16T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:46:49.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun kept moving, didnt it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woke up at 9am and just snoozed on bed till around 1pm.... Its such a nice feeling to just lay down on your bed and simply do nothing. On-ed the computer and simple stoned for awhile before i decided to wash up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to have a chat with my mother about everything under the sun. She came clean with me. She was sad that i had an b3 for english. Well, both my elder brothers had b3 for english too! I take it as inheritance. She didnt want me to appeal for rjc. I have doubts about appealing too. Like what khoon wee had said, do i really want to be a rjc boy? would i regret next time?... I dont know. Ironically, i have more friends in rjc than vjc, stupid right? sighs... i really dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum also told me sternly to quit after school starts. She didnt want me to carry on working and that it would be too tiring for me. I guess i wont be getting any extra cash to buy any of the 'wants' which i want to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i told her alot of stuff about marche. The people, the food, the place. It sounds interesting to her. She was quite shocked when i told her that i had received numerous complains about my juice bar service. She asked : how come you are bot fired yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i decided to head down and play basketball after weeks of work. I suddenly found the 3pointer line to be very far from the hoop. That sucks. My bball also could not bounce as much as last time, an indication that i have to get a new ball. I hope i can get a cheap one now. So anyway, i tried kicking the ball into the hoop ( like what weixuan had done somehow ), the ball came flying into my own face, i dodged it amazingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late afternoon, darius texted me and wanted some help for CU. Since im a super nice guy... i decided to help him.:D Read through his proposal and i felt it was quite a good job. ( compared to me last year, i just anyhow anyhow wrote and submit ). I think, this year, his CU would be better than my CU. I hope that this is the case. Anyway, i am also heading down to CU itself to help out. 16 March. I hope that it wont end up like UTC where the CIs ran the camp instead of the NCOs themselves. This year's CU got wei lun to help too, i think it would be a success. whoa....... I still had not upload the pictures of CU09 on facebook. Its overdue by 2months le. Mr chan is going to kill me. opppss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my parents today to &lt;a href="mailto:313@somerset"&gt;313@somerset&lt;/a&gt; and O.C. and some other places. Bought some shirt at recoil and i resisted the temptation to buy another one, though i think i would return to get it. Its 40 bucks each. Damn. 1 day of work. I wanted shoes and bags too but they were kind of expensive. Maybe i would return to Zinc or cheaper shops to get one. Shoes? maybe not. I already have 2 pairs of running shoes. At most i would just simply get a pair of normal walking shoes. My dad bought a few shirts which were more expensive than mine, i dont understand why they dont feel the pain when they pay for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We headed for supper too at some hawker centre near my house. Had fish and chips and ate some ice kachang. Amazingly the ice kachang was only 1 buck! cheap right? The fish and cheap was good for its price, only 5 bucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i cant seem to upload the pictures from my phone but im not very photogenic anyway. so no loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有地球 太陽還是會繞&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-2609174429586200907?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2609174429586200907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=2609174429586200907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/2609174429586200907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/2609174429586200907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/sun-kept-moving-didnt-it.html' title='The sun kept moving, didnt it?'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-7451849493022851806</id><published>2010-01-14T03:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T04:54:50.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost something at work which someone had given me. I was panicking and searched through everywhere. Some things lost, are lost. No matter how much u try to find them, you won't find it. When I was just about to give up, it appeared on the floor. It meant so much to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-7451849493022851806?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7451849493022851806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=7451849493022851806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7451849493022851806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7451849493022851806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-lost-something-at-work-which-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-5133624988429538709</id><published>2010-01-13T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:30:52.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes what seems like a disaster actually lifts the curse we never realised was holding us back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-5133624988429538709?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5133624988429538709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=5133624988429538709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5133624988429538709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5133624988429538709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-what-seems-like-disaster.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-5247780897577594207</id><published>2010-01-13T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T03:40:09.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work today was fun. Steven taught me how to open oysters, he told me how honoured I was. He said that im the 3rd person in the whole of singapore's marche to learn how to open them. First was kogi, second was him and im the third. So he said something quite wrong and he said it was not sick, it was a theory. ' you have to find the correct opening mouth and the correct angle and use the knife and slowly cut it in. like what u do to women...' I opened 2 oysters myself today, shall try again tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice bar was alright today, tried doing everything very neatly and making things clean. I think i had sort of did it. I had also reduced the wastage to 3 cups of juice. Last time i always waste jugs and jugs of juice. Zaleha came back today, it was her off. So i just went to her and disturbed her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The empty feeling is back. I feel retractive. I know i lack nothing in my life. I have everything dont I? I have everything people would long for. I am already like the peak they aimed for. I live the life many dreamed of. &lt;br /&gt;I have in a happy family. Parents loves me, brothers dote on me. I studied in Victoria School, i have 8 points, i have 7 a1s, i have a great cca. I have great friends. I actually have everything. Really everything. I dont lack anything. I know i dont lack anything. I feel lucky all of the sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我忍住的情緒,不是因為在乎,是我错失的机会,我好累...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-5247780897577594207?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5247780897577594207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=5247780897577594207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5247780897577594207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5247780897577594207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/work-today-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-3027059347334913584</id><published>2010-01-12T03:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T03:35:19.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mind is in a mess, so much things are just flashing through. Mixed feelings. Before anything, i think i am content with my l1r5 although i know im far more capable than that. So, with a calm mind, i shall start blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 9am and just stoned there till 12pm. Time dragged then and so many thoughts and 'what ifs' just flashed past. I was mentally ready for a bad time during the results. I knew my english and combined humanities were going through a tough ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dad was at home and he cooked me mee goreng and sent me off to school. I reached school an hour early and i then sat with brandon, shaun, weixuan, jub and some others and started to joke around to relive the anxiety. So we joked that if weixuan got 6 points, he will get kristabell pregnant. Anyways i was also quite mean, i said that if the class distinction rate for biology is 1%, i will also get a1. ok im very mean. I got my retribution anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mr low gave his super long speech and we know we are very screwed with an average of 10.8. I saw the impending doom when fel yeo and mdm kwok just came by me and rubbed my shoulder. I felt really scared then. It is as if they were comforting me for my bad results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i received my results from mr pang. I slowly read the results, the first one i saw was my english, an b3. I ran behind the stairs and cried. (gay i know) called my mum and then just cried on the phone. B3..... yea, then so i went to punch the wall and bruised myself (stupid, i know).. its painful, i regret doing that. Madam kwok was telling me that i had done really well, an a1 for combined humanities. Mr chan was saying i should celebrate. Chang da told me that he would see me at VJC and ODAC. Well, im just dissapointed with myself on not becoming a 6-pointer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lets nt hog on the sad stuff. I got 7 a1s! Physic a1 too! whooo... although its useless, but then its always a bragging chip. I can use it to appeal if i fail to enter vjc. Well... idk idk idk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then i headed for work and then changed. As expected people would start to question about the results. Well... idk much. Work was a breeze today, forced myself to stay happen and be content with what i have. There were only a few customers today. So, its good. Then went off, took some pictures at work and headed home. Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling messy now. i'll reorganise this post soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-3027059347334913584?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3027059347334913584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=3027059347334913584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3027059347334913584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3027059347334913584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-mind-is-in-mess-so-much-things-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-6882692674454903669</id><published>2010-01-10T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:44:26.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because i dont believe you anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;沒有理由 我能自己找&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-6882692674454903669?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6882692674454903669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=6882692674454903669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6882692674454903669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6882692674454903669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-i-dont-believe-you-anymore.html' title='Because i dont believe you anymore.'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-1066029929018362257</id><published>2010-01-10T02:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T03:54:40.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So i woke up at 10am this morning and checked my phone. I saw one message and i excitedly opened it half expecting it to be june. So it wasnt, i got that 'sighs' feeling. So i texted her and i continued snoozing for awhile. Then she didnt reply, so i guess that i would be working from 12 to 8. Just nice when i finished bathing and preparing to leave, she texted me back saying i can work 1pm to 1am. Haha, so i took the time to eat lunch slowly... Then i decided to grab my pillow and snooze a little bit more on my sofa. It was so comfortable....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then kelly wanted to meet earlier before work, at 12.30. So i pulled myself out of the cosy sofa and dragged myself to the busstop. I waited for the bus for around 15 minutes and i was late by 10minutes. Opps... sorry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work started out and i felt like a ball. Zaleha wanted me to work at the floor, June wanted me to work in the bar. I feel like an orphan all of the sudden, nah just joking. SO zaleha wanted me to pick out the pomegranate seeds, a full basket of them. I took 1.5hs to make 2litres of the juice. So nice, then yassin was like 'shit!' when he saw pomegrante on today's menu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So adi had to leave at 4, yassin starts work at 5. So i was roped into bar for an hour to help out since it was empty. And then i was pushed to do countercheck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, i had this cut in my inner thights, i dont know how, but when i walk, it hurts seriously. Hope it recovers by tomorrow. Countercheck was another disaster for me, i know i did it very slowly, tonnes of team leaders and eugene had to run in to help me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, so zaleha made some sugar syrup which seriously looked like an ice pop, the whole thing just hardened up! it was so cool! Then andres and i were laughing real hard. Zaleha had to also point at the sugar and said : this thing tastes like me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we had our break when it was near to the closing time. I had a waffle with 2 scoops of ice cream (passion fruit and ice cream ) and i shared a plate rosti with kelly. Eugene ate a waffle too. Then headed back to work and i think im super slow at countercheck, i finished everything at 12.45 -.- i think the others finish at 12 or something. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-1066029929018362257?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1066029929018362257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=1066029929018362257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/1066029929018362257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/1066029929018362257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-woke-up-at-10am-this-morning-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-8397836714599608282</id><published>2010-01-09T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T02:46:32.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The alarm rang at 10 and i had this dreadful feeling whening waking up, but i had to work. Went to work promising myself to stay happy through out. I reached early at 11.30am so i decided to help zaleha earlier. No diffcult customers today, a wonderful time. Adi caught a flu and came late a little. So, zaleha wanted me to work double shift, and suddenly there were 4 people in the bar, so june moved adi and me to service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i suck alot at service, maybe i cant do anything at all. A pampered kid perhaps? Well, i did countercheck. Perhaps it is an oasis for me. I didnt have to face any customers. It could be a disaster for the people at sevice since im at service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop procastinating, its not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt take a genius to see that im pissed. I dont really know why i am so pissed. Maybe it could be due to the lack of sleep. Somehow, i feel weird. This retractive feeling. 失去的勇气,还要多久?你的身影這麼近,我卻抱不到 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-8397836714599608282?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8397836714599608282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=8397836714599608282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/8397836714599608282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/8397836714599608282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/alarm-rang-at-10-and-i-had-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-2707134220226876162</id><published>2010-01-07T15:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:27:44.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woke up at 1pm and i was headed to the pool to have a swim. I think that swimming is really a great activity in which you can sort out all your thoughts and then chill and think of solutions. Swam for quite awhile. So anyways, i passed by the community centre and decided to pop by to ask about the edusave thingy, they said that they had not sent out the letters yet because &lt;strike&gt;i am attending and &lt;/strike&gt;they need to renovate the hall &lt;strike&gt;just for me &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going out to celebrate my bro's bd and i'll blog soon, cya&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;Whoa i just remembered alot of things happened yesterday, i just didnt have the mental capacity to blog them all down. So here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went down to the hawker centre earlier to buy chicken cultet rice for the break at work. I think that the service is really good, the uncle was very nice. The amount he gave was really huge too, i was so full after the break. I think the price is really cheap for the amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was cutting some of the fruits (cutting myself including ) khine walked to me and meowed. Then i gave her the 'WHAT?!' face and i was really stunned. She meowed.... anyways she always come to my counter and pinch me, it hurts ok? T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaleha was another one. Some handsome guy walked past and she said : Whoa he is handsome, too bad he got a kid... Then i told this to June, June said : Is this the first day you know zaleha?&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting chat:&lt;br /&gt;Zaleha : hey this is the communication book, u can write things on it and i'll reply in this book. We use it when we dont see each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fu Zhi : i thought there was a similar invention called the handphone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaleha : orrhhh... but this one is more romantic wad... u can write i miss u or wadever leh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thidar came for a visit with a friend from the same school i think. not bad, first day wearing contact lens and long hair, changed alot from the past, not that geeky face anymore haha. Glad to see you at marche and great to know you ate alot ( paid alot too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During closing, i closed my store and cleaned them up a little faster, it was around 10.30. and so i decided to run to the hostess counter and start to colour the picky meal thingy, i shall post the pictures up when i am free. ( ok im actually free now )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was secretly eating the sour dough sticks and i was supposed to help yassin to clear the ice, so june screamed out my name. At that spilt second, i was like : O SHIT! So i ran towards the bar and i fell, i landed on those ninja position and june's face was -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways talking about ice, so halfway while clearing ice, somehow i dont know who started it, everyone began to throw ice at each other. So i threw ice at dawn, but then it was fidah who threw it into her shirt, not me! so she started chasing me around and somehow kelly managed to stuff ice into her mouth and kelly became her target. June popped out of nowhere and gave the JEYA STARE. whoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed off to the van, only my van didnt leave. Dawn and kelly's left. Thank god that alice remembered me, everyone was laughing in the van and i was like what? I entered the van and alice say : wa so long ar? Then we started waiting and waiting.....&lt;br /&gt;Then alice asked : uncle what are we waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle : i thought we waiting for some bedok or wad?&lt;br /&gt;Alice : walao eh..... uncle they are here a long time ago.... uncle you old liao...&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone started laughing and he drove off.....&lt;br /&gt;Then the uncle drove back to fetch dawn and kelly got to cab home. Er... so kelly saw my sms and she cried, er... so my fault? okok.. You think too much la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life got to go on no matter what. I discovered something stupid yesterday night while talking with sandra, sighs, i sense that this mistake would only repeat itself when the time comes. I can only blame myself, no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-2707134220226876162?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2707134220226876162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=2707134220226876162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/2707134220226876162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/2707134220226876162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/whoa-i-just-remembered-alot-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-4864918171733701697</id><published>2010-01-07T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T03:36:32.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work today was fun, cut myself a few times yea, shiok. Thidar came and had a visit today. Work was as normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaleha : hey this is the communication book, u can write things on it and i'll reply in this book. We use it when we dont see each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fu Zhi : i thought there was a similar invention called the handphone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaleha : orrhhh... but this one is more romantic wad... u can write i miss u or wadever leh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;idk idk idk idk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-4864918171733701697?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4864918171733701697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=4864918171733701697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4864918171733701697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4864918171733701697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/work-today-was-fun-cut-myself-few-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-6960425921616825629</id><published>2010-01-06T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:45:51.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a faggot, so?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blasted and took off yesterday night, the second time an volcano erupted. But then, this time round it's much a smaller one. Yea, so I just ranted and ranted and ranted about somestuff which I was upset about. Well, I think I'm chilled enough for work. Let's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was peaceful today. Just 2 or 3 difficult customers as usual. Started work racing Kelly to see who reaches marche first. I saw a flash of pink shoot pass, she won because she ran. Unfair right? Yea I know.&lt;br /&gt;Break was epic. Shall spare the details.&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to cut melons a new way, cool, failed though. Lucky enough not to cut myself. I think I wasted quite some of the flesh too.&lt;br /&gt;Close to closing, I helped Adam get sugar, then I went to pastry. Then they were clearing the chocolate fountain. I joking asked them to smudge it on me, then they really did. So I went to taste it, it was bitter! Urgh. They should smudge ice cream on me the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy did the Chinese new year decorations while I just slept through the whole morning. He also moved some of the furniture around to create a fresher feeling to our house. I want to buy a orange/green lava lamp and put it in my room. Hope it blends in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told u I'm those indifferent kind of guy. Just leave me alone and we are fine. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turned my world upside down. Both of you are polars apart yet so similar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-6960425921616825629?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6960425921616825629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=6960425921616825629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6960425921616825629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6960425921616825629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-faggot-so.html' title='I am a faggot, so?'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-2192905818100092831</id><published>2010-01-04T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T01:26:08.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work had been full of ups and downs. I had sort of fully integrated into bar. It is just left with the beer foam, recognizing wines and making the homemade drinks which I need to master. I think the brown beer apron is cool, it's like some battle gear which zaleha appoints. Resembles a queen appointing a knight. Ok I watch too much movies these days. Zaleha had started calling me princess and the customers are really giving me those of looks, apprently it all started with andrew. I shall spare the details. They seem to be lacking people in marche, however, June said that it is jan, the crowd would be less than expected.i hope everything would turn out fine and everyone would be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had insomia yesterday night. Just laid on bed thinking about stuff, that sucks. Didn't sleep much though. Woke at 8am and chatted with my mum. It's quite a long time since I had chatted with her.&lt;br /&gt;After that prepared for work and headed to meet Kelly an hour before work to have lunch at marche. June saw us and she was like giving the 'walao' face as she was doing the juice bar which I was going to do. Then, ate the savory crepe and the cooking process was a little messy. Nigel joined and he told me his dirty little secret. Well, it's not very safe with me, but I'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the juices and yiyang was posted to the bar. Eugene was swapped to the coffee bar. Marco told me something which had me confused: I feel much more confident around when I see you, yiyang and Eugene inside the counters.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if that's sacarsm, I'll ask him tomorrow. Adi and Adam came today in the night shift, so the bar had sufficient people, June relocated me to the large area behind together with Kelly. So I decided to help both sides as bar needed to make the sugar syrup and Adam needed his break.&lt;br /&gt;I sound damn good right? Well, I seemed to have screwed both sides. Vicky and khine had to enter to help, Kelly was irritated with me. Adam was kind of patient, but I could sense his disgruntment. Maybe I should stick to my own post.&lt;br /&gt;Theresa came today and she finished eating before asking me for the card, so no half price I guess.&lt;br /&gt;So I did service for the later half of the night. Was a little slow, I just suck. Had my 'fifteen' minute break with Kelly, nurul and fidah. Ate kfc's mashed potatos and some of khines noodles. Then we went to June and asked for some brownies. She gave us and we also took along some fruit cakes. Blink and fyd came in with ice cream and I'm so jealous. Then they started to laugh and giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go running before work tomorrow to sort out my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O's results are going to be out soon, the digits that determine our lives. I always say that the results doesn't matter, now, ideals are starting to set in, maybe they do matter afterall. Maybe I was just trying to find some solace. I hope everything turns out well. I need to face it anyway. Comparison is always the fatal one. First we will compare our results, next career, next property and then our wifes. It's an never ending cycle. I don't know. Let's just take good results as a bonus. Victoria school? We need to break 10? Let's not get choked by dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, life is fair, you gain some, you lose some. Nobody is perfect enough to please everyone. Maybe, sometimes the environment plays a part in the outcome of a person. Elitist or laid back, they are all due to the upbringing of a child. We can't blame anyone. I ain't a saint, I'm also a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like a combination of a budding rose and mimosa. It is thorny and you won't dare to pick it up, afraid of the thorns. However, just had u picked it up, it bloomed fully. The rose had opened up to a welcoming magnificent rose red. But then, it still resembles a mimosa, sensitive, when it detects danger, it closes and pretends to wither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood at the exact same spot, did the same thing. I know its different now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-2192905818100092831?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2192905818100092831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=2192905818100092831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/2192905818100092831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/2192905818100092831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/work-had-been-full-of-ups-and-downs.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-69926226390066338</id><published>2010-01-01T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:07:55.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The year - 2009. Time and tide waits for no man.</title><content type='html'>2009 had passed with a flash, and it was the best year of my life. Lets all just list a few memorable times we had together and hope these memories stay in our hearts for time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights&lt;br /&gt;-Sec1 camp...&lt;br /&gt;I started out as a black shirt and went for the sec1 camp, being a black shirt was kind of slack and i remember i and endy sitting down with a sick sec 1 and chatting. We said to Mr amir : Sir, if we have 3 bubble teas, this poor sick boy would recover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sec1 NPCC camp&lt;br /&gt;So i went to camp after npdp at around 12am. I bought them some mac and it was so much that the people at mac were betting if we could make it back to VS. thanks for the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BNSS Xcountry run&lt;br /&gt;Yea, we won first would always miss those times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sec4 HRC&lt;br /&gt;Its the final HQ event of our sec4 lifes. We managed to get a full attendance, something remarkable. Lets hope all those adrenaline stay in our veins... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-VS CU 2009&lt;br /&gt;Met some great friends like shermaine here. A brillant experience, planning, scolding, getting scolded by people. Its a kind of a experience which allows you to actually know our own peers better and use the manpower more efficiently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Xin Yu's wedding&lt;br /&gt;She got married this year, eternal bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NPDP&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful but tough experience. Flag party GOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-O levels&lt;br /&gt;I shall not comment much, a few days more we will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that my life is very meaningful this year although i didnt actually complete half my new year resolutions but then, we have to be content with what we have. I will not compare with others on my life achieves and results as everybody is different. I am a winner in my own rights. My psle is 247, MOE's target for me is 12 points, my prelims was 9, a little better and i would be happy, 6 points? I take it as a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Friends&lt;br /&gt;Friends this year was an up and down. I got closer with many of my friends like shwu tyng and thidar. Not to forget my squad mates : Wei Xuan, Bing Yu, Brandon, Jia Xuan, Jub, Wei Lun.&lt;br /&gt;Some other friends like Eugene, Andres, Myo, Nick Han are also friends which i had made, nevertheless great ones. At tuition, we arent that close anymore but theres still time, Sandra,melvina and nick. At work, there are great people like Nigel and Zi hui. Kelly and krystal. Choon Chee, Carlise, Carl, great personalities from different backgrounds and schools, i had really learnt tonnes from you guys. Thanks...When you gain something, you lose some, when we get to know friends better, we discover the deep dark secrets they are hiding. Its like a alter ego which he had been hiding. Some are good, while some are not as good. Live and let live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria School? 4 years in this wonderful institution, living a blessed life with great friends, great cca and a great class. Time flies when you are enjoying it. I have no regrets. Would surely miss those times we had together... We cannot turn the clock back and revisit the memories. Lets all just cherish all we have today and love our familes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-69926226390066338?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/69926226390066338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=69926226390066338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/69926226390066338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/69926226390066338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-2009-time-and-tide-waits-for-no.html' title='The year - 2009. Time and tide waits for no man.'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-4774101835580282900</id><published>2009-12-29T02:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T03:11:35.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went running before work and i ran for 45mins staright.. then i checked the route and it seemed that i had only ran 3km, i think something is wrong with my sense of direction, maybe i didnt follow the map or anything. My calfs are hurting, both sides, spammed 100plus at work and it didnt seemed to be of any help, blame me for rushing and not drinking water before running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was another challenge. I had to do closing shift, i like these kinds of new challenges daily. It makes me feel that there is something in work which i can look up to. Today work was as per normal. Nothing to blog much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be heading off to camp after work and returning to work. I hope i can catch enough sleep for work and also i need to pack 2 days worth of stuff for the camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-4774101835580282900?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4774101835580282900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=4774101835580282900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4774101835580282900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4774101835580282900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-running-before-work-and-i-ran-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-7822912738368329609</id><published>2009-12-28T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:39:40.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zaleha transferred me to bar today because adi was around and she wanted me to learn all of the bar operations. Quite slack today i feel, although its a sunday. Like what adi said, concentrate on that single customer, finish it 1 by 1 and everything would be fine. It is not as busy and stressful as some had described.Zaleha also taught me the wines, the red and white wines. I hope that i can still remember them tomorrow. I had also learnt how to properly close the juice counter, adi finished at 11.20pm, i should be able to at least finish them by 12am tomorrow, afterall, its going to be my first closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khine was very funny today. We were standing outside the toliet waiting for the toliet. Helen was inside the toliet. Khine then gave me the sad face and hopped around saying that she wanted to use the toliet. She then started to hysterically knock on the door and switched the lights on and off... When helen came out, she blamed everything on me! tsk..... it was really hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the more funny one. Zaleha came up with this new blend of juices which sent me and adi to the moon. She wanted to add chili to the juices. Then adi was like : ARE YOU MAKING SALAD? Who came up with this idea??&lt;br /&gt;Zaleha: me....&lt;br /&gt;Adi : You work too much become siao ar? Come up with this stupid idea...&lt;br /&gt;So we continued to laugh the entire day, suggested her to add ham, sirloin pork and grill items to the juices... really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go for taekwondo classes and go for a run this morning, but i woke up at 2pm, so everything goes down the drain. I guess i'll run again tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-7822912738368329609?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7822912738368329609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=7822912738368329609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7822912738368329609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7822912738368329609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/zaleha-transferred-me-to-bar-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-639110266343573434</id><published>2009-12-26T22:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:08:59.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday- Christmas was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Started work early and it was work as normal. Went to aunty jenny's house to celebrate it. Uncle Beng came and fetch me from work. Thanks! Then we went to the gym around east coast to fetch jay. He had really grew some muscles, i was like WOW when i saw him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Favorite Christmas gift... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYzIISLYoI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ULFfoGfLuqw/s1600-h/DSCN0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419575416342667906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYzIISLYoI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ULFfoGfLuqw/s320/DSCN0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks sleepy! my toddler cousin... i think that she is super cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYyigA3q3I/AAAAAAAAAoI/-nSarNZZOlA/s1600-h/DSCN0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419574769877494642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYyigA3q3I/AAAAAAAAAoI/-nSarNZZOlA/s320/DSCN0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The xmas feast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYyiPuqmlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/fBgl4CgjQpY/s1600-h/DSCN0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419574765506173522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYyiPuqmlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/fBgl4CgjQpY/s320/DSCN0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same cousin as the one above. Shes going to be a great beauty someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYyhouJzkI/AAAAAAAAAn4/dXVB7BK_DjQ/s1600-h/DSCN0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419574755035041346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYyhouJzkI/AAAAAAAAAn4/dXVB7BK_DjQ/s320/DSCN0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYyhdqaMLI/AAAAAAAAAnw/5AqOkwRxY68/s1600-h/DSCN0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419574752066547890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYyhdqaMLI/AAAAAAAAAnw/5AqOkwRxY68/s320/DSCN0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay cutting some bananas down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYyg58-8sI/AAAAAAAAAno/xJjQuOc762U/s1600-h/DSCN0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419574742480777922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYyg58-8sI/AAAAAAAAAno/xJjQuOc762U/s320/DSCN0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Thursday- Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had my off today. Woke up at 2pm and ate my brunch and fell back asleep and woke up at 5.30pm. Eugene had already spammed me dozens of smses and there were many of those happy christmas messages. Then met eugene at bugis and we went around looking for clothes. Didnt get any because the price was a little discouraging for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYu1BSrkGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/w0vhyFWAIsQ/s1600-h/DSCN0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419570690001703010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYu1BSrkGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/w0vhyFWAIsQ/s320/DSCN0181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYu0o0S0DI/AAAAAAAAAnI/XhHnElv1uf0/s1600-h/DSCN0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419570683431800882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYu0o0S0DI/AAAAAAAAAnI/XhHnElv1uf0/s320/DSCN0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYu0Y1G5VI/AAAAAAAAAnA/hmLdIVh9YYY/s1600-h/DSCN0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419570679140246866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYu0Y1G5VI/AAAAAAAAAnA/hmLdIVh9YYY/s320/DSCN0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; We then went to meet kelly at somerset and we headed off to marche. She brought some gigantic soft toy and stuffed it into my locker. The picture is below. Somehow, eugene and I were very tired and decided not to stay down to do the countdown. So we headed home that was my christmas eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYwHHh_vVI/AAAAAAAAAng/F0XMpqzCFj8/s1600-h/DSCN0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419572100425825618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYwHHh_vVI/AAAAAAAAAng/F0XMpqzCFj8/s320/DSCN0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The christmas cakes kelly made and eugene ate tonnes of them at a shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYwG7Mi6dI/AAAAAAAAAnY/fAp_dNfDzds/s1600-h/DSCN0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419572097114630610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SzYwG7Mi6dI/AAAAAAAAAnY/fAp_dNfDzds/s320/DSCN0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Wednesday- Eve of the Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, i tried very hard and did all i can to learn from adi the tricks of the juice bar, i want to show to zaleha that i am able to do the juices without her becoming pissed. I wrote short notes and took pictures and asked alot of stupid questions. I hope it helps. Juice bar doesnt seem that hard to conqer and i dont seem to be very retarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finished work at 9pm and i waited for some of my friends who finish work at 12am. I went walking around looking for some xmas and birthday gifts. Walked somerset313 and orchard central and shortlisted a few gifts. I should be getting them these few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Took the company bus home with zi hui and the adults in the bus were quite sick. Somebody said that her husband was complaining that she had been doing too much OT. Here were some of the replies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A: Your husband need you mah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B: Get some red bull home la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then they started to talk about sick stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people are being strangled by their dreams, while some ride their dreams and soar up high into the horizon, surpassing their own potientials and dreams. A sparrow, who just lives a simple life, just has a simple dream flies daily in search of food and a partner. Bit by bit, day by day, it is able to fly high and soar high into the clouds and become comparable with the hawks and eagles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The eagle, a master in its own aspects, watches a plane fly past, looks at itself, and thinks that it is insufficient. It dissassociates from his flock and hogs around the airport, trying to observe what the planes are doing. He slowly redraws from his livihood and tries to soar up into the sky just like a plane. Will the eagle become a plane?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-639110266343573434?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/639110266343573434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=639110266343573434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/639110266343573434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/639110266343573434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/friday-christmas-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/__Oznh832xaE/SzYzIISLYoI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ULFfoGfLuqw/s72-c/DSCN0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-6656334355239481078</id><published>2009-12-25T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:42:21.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shall blog about today some other time when im not so tired, morning shift tmr. cya people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-6656334355239481078?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6656334355239481078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=6656334355239481078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6656334355239481078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6656334355239481078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/shall-blog-about-today-some-other-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-9116181869445220962</id><published>2009-12-25T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:16:39.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow is going to be a day with a blast. Im quite determined to do my job at bar well tomorrow, im ready and set to fight in bar, i will show to zaleha that im capable enough to work in the bar. Also, aunty jenny would be fetching me from work to her house to celebrate christmas as my brother had to use the car and would be coming very late. I am very excited about tomorrow. I need to catch up on my sleep and fight on tomorrow. i'll blog on these few days some other time when i am free. Byes and enjoy your christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-9116181869445220962?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/9116181869445220962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=9116181869445220962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/9116181869445220962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/9116181869445220962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/tomorrow-is-going-to-be-day-with-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-6961310471898711038</id><published>2009-12-23T01:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:55:10.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just got fired from the juice bar and i would be doing service again. I think i pissed off Zaleha as i couldnt really cut the fruits fast and properly. I am cetainly relieved to some extend, that i would be back to service. Its much more fun there. I am not sure if i will get my off day on the 24th. Please, i want my sakae sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, somewhat, i dont know why.Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams, who looks inside, awakens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-6961310471898711038?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6961310471898711038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=6961310471898711038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6961310471898711038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6961310471898711038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-got-fired-from-juice-bar-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-2113179967179576780</id><published>2009-12-22T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T01:05:30.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juice bar was sort of fun, well, sort of, relutantly fun. Got adi's welcome  lecture of how to hand the bar over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with lester and syakir, it was a coincidence, somehow lester brought me a Christmas card as he sort of knew I was working in marche and decided to try his luck, i'll post the picture of it when I find the time, I still need to upload cu pictures on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain things are just different.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-2113179967179576780?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2113179967179576780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=2113179967179576780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/2113179967179576780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/2113179967179576780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/juice-bar-was-sort-of-fun-well-sort-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-382909728822823795</id><published>2009-12-21T08:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:10:11.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The rain seemed to very poetic now, &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-382909728822823795?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/382909728822823795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=382909728822823795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/382909728822823795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/382909728822823795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/rain-seemed-to-very-poetic-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-6790412659151183340</id><published>2009-12-21T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:06:34.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Thidar!&lt;br /&gt;I seriously doubt i would be going to poly. I said that i want to enter poly, but something is drawing be back. Mr Pang warned us to plan carefully if we wanted to go poly. I dont think that i had much planning, i dont know what specific course i want to go to. Furthermore, i need to consider scholarships and university admission. These decides my future. I want to do chemical, or biosciences or social sciences. I think that they are interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I think, i shall just flip through the H2 biology notes and see if they interest me or not. I think most likely, i would be going to JC, unless i score 12 points and above.&lt;br /&gt;All of us tend to put off living, we are dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon, instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today. I think i shall live with what i have, jc or poly, time will decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From tomorrow onwards, i would be transferred to the bar counter to make the juices. I have mix feelings about it. What is good is that it is 9am to 5pm; a healthy lifestyle, after work, i can go running or some other sports, watch tv. However, the con is that i would sort of like get spilt up with my working cliques and then slowly slowly turn into strangers, specially after the release of the o' level results. Somehow, this reminds me of a quote someone i know used to say ' You do not need friends, they are only temporary.' Well, i do not know. Somestuff, just keep it to yourself. I know after the release of the o'level results, everybody's life would be changed. Some people would become closer, some people would not be friends anymore. I dont really know, time will take care of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped tkd class again, i woke up at 2pm which was too late for class, so i decided to get my food and head off to work. Work was fun, but then, there are certain things which just draws me back. I shall not elaborate. I was stationed to the area behind the bar, did it together with carlise. Today wasnt as busy as saturday and friday. Had a few empty tables today, which was good for me, a less tense day. Im having a off on christmas eve, i must thank june for that. I need some other days off too, maybe im going for the poly open houses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-6790412659151183340?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6790412659151183340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=6790412659151183340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6790412659151183340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6790412659151183340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-thidar-i-seriously-doubt.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-3985430697760020647</id><published>2009-12-20T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T02:02:14.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice feeling walking in the rain.</title><content type='html'>Had my haircut today and decided to give the bookfest a skip. Haircut was comfortable during the point when she helped me to wash my hair, I almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still deciding if I should go poly or jc. Needless to say, if I ever get 6 points, I would go jc. It's 50% my results and 50% my choice. Poly sciences and social sciences are interesting. JC biology is also or even more interesting. I don't really know. I'm not very interested in vjc currently. It seemed to be the peak when I was a sec1,2,3, however, it seemed to be the benchmark now. There are so many factors to consider in, poly scholarship? University after poly? These  freaks me out just a little, should I stick to the crowd and go jc? Rjc? Vjc? Sajc? Mjc? SP? TP? I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;Actually I feel very blessed. I am able to choose where I want to go, live a life filled with love and laughter, have great friends, studied in a wonderful institution. I live a life where I'm sheltered from everything, my brothers and parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was so tiring, slept at 5am again, today I was half dead during work. But it is sort of turning into a fixed routine. Tomorrow is going to be a rushy day. TKD before work, I guess it's gona be harsh, I should sleep early... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5847807459247481238-3985430697760020647?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3985430697760020647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=3985430697760020647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3985430697760020647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3985430697760020647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/nice-feeling-walking-in-rain.html' title='Nice feeling walking in the rain.'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-8908743763050472799</id><published>2009-12-19T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T04:08:42.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4am now, Today, job was a little tense and busy as it was a friday night, sort of gave a expressionless face to pass it off quickly. So far, i was lucky not to meet with any actually demanding customers. Something is brewing in the restuarant, sooner or later, someone is going to blow. Well, im only a yellow shirt, its out of my pay range. I like blowing ballons, its fun.&lt;br /&gt;I skipped my taekwondo class today as i received night shift, i think i would shift my classes to sundat mornings so that they wont clash, i hope i wont get too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bookfest at suntec today, bought tonnes of foolscalp and some pens. Shall return to grab some more pens soon. They are really cheap! Maybe i should stock up for my J1 year.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my cousins and uncle today, i guess i would be seeing them on christmas day next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Cottonon and Uniqlo with eugene also to check out some clothes. Nothing much caught my eye. For myself, i had already busted my budget on fashion, so not any clothes any time soon, maybe i'll see if any good designs are around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be all, the routine would repeat itself tomorrow. See ya guys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-8908743763050472799?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8908743763050472799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=8908743763050472799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/8908743763050472799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/8908743763050472799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/4am-now-today-job-was-little-tense-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-4315190007299037603</id><published>2009-12-17T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:16:02.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work was very fun today although i worked double shift as June needed people. There were new comers today, 5 girls from CHIJ tpy i heard. One of them got attached to me to learn counterstrike... i mean countercheck. ( i keep thinking of counterstrike...) Her name was wee ting? or yi ting? dont remember. (opps..) Apparently when June said guide, it didnt mean spam her theory for straight 10mins and then leave her. It meant that she had to tail me for the entire day. Karl called her my subordinate, i sound majestic dont I? Somehow, i got rid of her after an hour or so. But then... someone had some comment about her... 0o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thahara was damn funny today. I teased her that she had wrinkles on her face everytime i met her in cosmos. Then she would then run and tickle me, damn funny. yea i would scream like some girl.-.- Then she fell down while chasing me! Whooooo.... Ok maybe im a little mean, but she is super act cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting transferred to bar soon. June said that i would be taking up the night shifts since andres and krystal could only take up the mornings. So adam explained to me some of the workings in the bus ride home, so it was ok i guess... Today i was doing countercheck and somehow i landed up in bar and Zaleha and i were shouting: CALAMANSI THAHARA!... seriosuly shouting that, i swear its funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlina brought her son to work today, super cute, her son was a mix of chinese and malay, well.. cute la aha...hmm wad else happen at work td.. i cant remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr 4pm to 12am, see if i have time to pop by the book fest or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i wronged you from the start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-4315190007299037603?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4315190007299037603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=4315190007299037603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4315190007299037603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4315190007299037603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/work-was-very-fun-today-although-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-7686962894560372460</id><published>2009-12-15T15:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:04:31.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/Syc5MF9sLWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/8It7hcq5rcw/s1600-h/DSCN0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415359956858449250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/Syc5MF9sLWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/8It7hcq5rcw/s320/DSCN0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/Syc4-67eKyI/AAAAAAAAAmw/EkbwrnvS3ms/s1600-h/DSCN0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415359730558053154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/Syc4-67eKyI/AAAAAAAAAmw/EkbwrnvS3ms/s320/DSCN0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outing with family.. to marina barrage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/Syc4x6XNTBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Bc-Xcdb1bbM/s1600-h/DSCN0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415359507067653138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/Syc4x6XNTBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Bc-Xcdb1bbM/s320/DSCN0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/Syc4YW-H3qI/AAAAAAAAAmg/hqOGPyNw7aA/s1600-h/DSCN0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415359068070469282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/Syc4YW-H3qI/AAAAAAAAAmg/hqOGPyNw7aA/s320/DSCN0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Edwin's departure, i hope thats not the end, afterall, we are great friends. See you the the o level results day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/Syc35hZ6BII/AAAAAAAAAmY/-oQkcNMJcBY/s1600-h/DSCN0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415358538295411842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/Syc35hZ6BII/AAAAAAAAAmY/-oQkcNMJcBY/s320/DSCN0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My house is undergoing renovation i like this new light alot, feels retro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=====================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few weeks into work, i had really learnt alot and opened up to people and learned even more. Sometimes you think you are great, you are marvelous, but actually are you asking for too much? Could you be content with what you actually have? Must you really chase your dreams? Must comparisions be made? Sometimes i have to decifer it by experiences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Work was really funny but it could be stressful at certain periods. I hoped that nobody was pissed at me as i did many discredits ; breaking the salt holder in front of June and others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But the people there are really nice, iris helped me save a fruit cake yesterday, so sweet of her to do that, i ate it during my break and khine was like : Go behind and eat, later i look at you, i get angry because you are eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;June is also very funny. She called X a fucking asshole. That was nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=====&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The pipe burst in cosmos at some point of time. That feeling was great, felt like escape theme park. So there was a mad rush of plates, cups and cutlery. So, nigel and I decided to take refuge and go to the commonroom and take a leak. We joked about handwashing the plates like those in the movies, nigel said that i was thinking too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After coming out from the toliet, we went to the cosmos. Nice one, they were really hand washing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(i took this from kelly's blog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;June: hey, what are you guys doing? *frown&lt;br /&gt;We: Err, cosmo don’t have enough place to put, so we’re putting it outside ans sorting it.&lt;br /&gt;June: nevermind, just bring it in to the cosmo. [*evil smile because jeya(my manager) was inside washing plates.] Bring in as many plates and tray as possible, and see how he manage.&lt;br /&gt;Ps: marhce was in chaos.&lt;br /&gt;June: I love this, this is soo cool. Quick, bring in as many tray as possible.&lt;br /&gt;========&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; We arent that close also, so lets not act this way. Stay this way, square one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-7686962894560372460?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7686962894560372460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=7686962894560372460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7686962894560372460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7686962894560372460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/outing-with-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/__Oznh832xaE/Syc5MF9sLWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/8It7hcq5rcw/s72-c/DSCN0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-8268523872732771753</id><published>2009-12-08T10:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:32:00.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VS Challenge Unlimited Games Day is an annual competition organised by Victoria School NPCC Unit. This year more than 25 female units had registered for our Captain's Ball Tournament but sadly, we were not able to commence with our basketball Tournament as the basketball court is undergoing construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first sight, there did not seem to be any trouble with VS Challenge Unlimited Games Day 2009. We had years of experience and history in this annual competition that we personally organise. However, we met with new challenges and daunting tasks which had even challenged us further to stretch our limits and potentials. It's not how good you are, it's how good you want to be. - Paul Arden. This was what my Honorary Officer had constantly reminded me, he wanted CU09 to be better than previous years and to set a high standart for future VSNPCC cadets to follow and live up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inital planning process was painstakingly demanding as over 25 schools sighed up for the competition and based on previous years, only 10 or more schools would had signed up. We had to take care of many minor details which would add up to be very important. Teamwork was very important too. It is impossible for a single cadet to plan an event and it requires more brains to work together to enable the event to be a success. I was extremely lucky, I had teacher officers, seniors, peers and juniors to back me up when i was faltering. They gave the the support and advice when i needed them the most. They shared the tears and laughter together with me in the process. The friendship and bonds formed in this competition would be heartwarming and something that would always be deep in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks of planning, the day had finally come. The day where the coordination between my peers and I would be put to the test. We managed to forsee many impending problems and with our backup plans, we managed to bring down the disruptions to the smallest extend. However, there were still some problems which we had overlooked, like units which turned up very late. We had to think of solutions on the spot. So we isolated serveral slots and marked them for late comers and that they would be in another group and our games would not be disrupted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-8268523872732771753?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8268523872732771753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=8268523872732771753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/8268523872732771753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/8268523872732771753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/vs-challenge-unlimited-games-day-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-5015902737475348944</id><published>2009-12-08T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:13:14.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to school earlier in the morning to play basketball with han, eugene and damien. It was fun but i really like missed most of my shots while the others just like got in one after another and other. Well, it was fun and nostalgic to play in VS again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed and went to work next and it appeared to be a slack day. That was just the beginning. When 6pm reached, we are still sort of like finding things, sorting out others and not ready. It took a while for the crowd to gather and i was allocated to a deep portion of the restaurant where nobody goes. Ill save my words on these. (im tired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mrs Peh,her hubby,her daughter and Mr,Mrs Wong came. We took a photo together and it was really nice. I ate a ice cream while they were taking pictures. The mango ice cream was just very great, its very very nice! So, i lied to Krystal that Felica Wong was my girlfriend, i think she sort of believed it for a split second, and Mrs wong also acted with me, haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... i accidentally touched someone thinking that it was yi yang, well sorry? i really didnt mean it? But it was your back, it wasnt ur front la... -.- Well, Mrs peh daughter liked eugene, wad awful taste, next time grow up sure get scammed by men 1. sighs.... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really a mad rush, i worked 9hours and went home at 11, i was panicking if i would be able to make it for the last bus at toa payoh and thankgod, i did, if not i wont be blogging here now. I would be working afternoon shift tomorrow, well.. i guess i need to sleep now, byes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-5015902737475348944?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5015902737475348944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=5015902737475348944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5015902737475348944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5015902737475348944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-to-school-earlier-in-morning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-5030857130697717943</id><published>2009-12-06T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:54:03.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Snoozed on my comfy and soft bed the entire afternoon, sweet. A great feeling to be just awake but partially asleep and just cuddling around the pillows and just like lay still in fetal position. Maybe i have no life haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to play basketball in the late afternoon. Played with some people who were also at the basketball court, from their accent, i suppose that they are from Hong Kong. Had a 2v2 match, quite a slow paced match and luckily my team won, 24-16. The first part of the game was sort of fun and very fast paced. I just chionged up and did layups until they decided to crowd around the hoop and the 2 guys just marked me as if tomorrow was 2012.  I tried the 360layup and i got blocked once i turn 3.6deg. - . -No choice lo... got to shoot, did a hundred and one 3-pointers and sort of missed all and airballed a few. So malu... haha. but got lucky and won in the end lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to school in the morning to play bball again before heading for work which starts at 2. Should be able to make it early. Mrs peh, her lao gong, mr and mrs wong are all coming as guest to the restaurant. Well, i hope i dont spill anything on anyone tmr.. cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-5030857130697717943?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5030857130697717943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=5030857130697717943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5030857130697717943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5030857130697717943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/snoozed-on-my-comfy-and-soft-bed-entire.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-3684359091080333904</id><published>2009-12-04T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:14:20.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up like 4am today thanks to insomia ( again ), so i decided to go jogging. My stamina is certainly not very good. Best of all, i fell while running, nice way to begin the long day ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work and did everything as usual. Then out of nowhere marco (polo) called me to follow him and nigel to vivo city! to help him transport some stuff to the somerset station. The cab ride to vivo city was very funny. Background infomation : There is this girl who sort of likes him in work.... and we were teasing him in the cab ride.&lt;br /&gt;Nigel : Please make no mistake about the rumors please....&lt;br /&gt;Marco : U mean there is no mistake about the rumors??&lt;br /&gt;The ride was really funny and some dirty jokes are also told. Really funny.&lt;br /&gt;So went on back to somerset and tried out the new lift inside the store itself. It was nice and transparent. So..... we were like waa...... And we got trapped inside...... The lift was jammed.-.-&lt;br /&gt;We shouted for awhile and marlina finally came to our rescue, first thing she did? She took out her handphone and start snapping pictures!!! Then she finally called nick to fix the lift. (somehow by instructing us something )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK this paragraph is when i screw up. So there was this practical of service. So, 4 of the team leaders were sitting on the same table. I went to serve them.(i was holding 2 cups orange juice) Steven then said how good i was performing and saying bla bla bla. Next, i took 1 orange juice and laid it on the table. ........... (drum rolls) next my other glass of orange juice slipped off the tray and it landed on the table, spilling all on pua kuang.... OPPPSS.... I panicked and luckily, Khine came to my rescue. ( thank you!!! :) ) She then taught me what to do in this situation, phew......Helen (isit her? ) was then jokingly scolded steven for talking with me, saying that he distracted me and bla bla bla....&lt;br /&gt;Well, im lucky that this is not a real customer or i think i would really be fired, yea must really thank khine for teaching me and not scolding me (bows*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. im just wondering if Helen and Steven are together or not. I heard that they are living together! whoa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, im not emo-ing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... helpless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-3684359091080333904?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3684359091080333904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=3684359091080333904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3684359091080333904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3684359091080333904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/woke-up-like-4am-today-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-809988023745695891</id><published>2009-12-03T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:44:46.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired, went to uniqlo after work to buy some clothes. Actually we went in via the back door through the marche side lift, so we went in withour q-ing. We really didnt know that we need to q before we went in, we thought that the crowd were q-ing up for some restaurant. Bought a hoodie and jeans, 30 bucks in total. Andres spent 20 and eugene 40. haha. feels great to spend your pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work wad fun today, Jeya wanted me to go and photograph the process going on in the restaurant, so it was fun. I got to walk out of the restuarant and get some shots, so nice. Next was the food testing, the food was great and very very expensive, the best of all we didnt need to pay! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to be nicer today, took a step back and looked again. Certain people arent as bad as they seemed to be judged from the first impression. I hope im right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissapointed, i always lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-809988023745695891?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/809988023745695891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=809988023745695891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/809988023745695891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/809988023745695891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/tired-went-to-uniqlo-after-work-to-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-7753963574612372958</id><published>2009-12-02T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:42:16.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Must really thank Shwu Tyng, cos i complained about every single thing liao. Its like a volcano eruption, BOOMZ.... yea. im going to work smiling tmr. thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was fun as usual, somehow, patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from basketball. Fell again. Painful -.- sighs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-7753963574612372958?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7753963574612372958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=7753963574612372958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7753963574612372958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/7753963574612372958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/work-was-fun-as-usual-somehow-patience.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-623490520507641709</id><published>2009-12-01T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:17:29.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, job was just another breeze, there wasn't anything to be done. We just sat there and stone. Ate mushroom soup and salad that the kitchen had prepared. I don't really have much to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's draw the line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-623490520507641709?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/623490520507641709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=623490520507641709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/623490520507641709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/623490520507641709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-job-was-just-another-breeze-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-8877423770094990313</id><published>2009-11-30T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:21:58.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa...</title><content type='html'>Today was cool. Went there and started our training for restaurant. Khine shared much of her experience during her time in vivo city, quite funny. I'm quite surprised that those 2 girls had also just finished their o's. Whoa, loved it when khine was gossiping about them. Yea, shall refrain from commenting. Talking about pens, poor andres. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was awesome. Ate the sinful kfc with one layer of fats. Damien saw this uneaten and untouched cheese fries from some table behind. So he went to take it. I ate some too, haha, we are a bunch of cheapos. Hehe, gave up on my bread, they look..... Sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch was the greatest. 2 to 5, we just sat there and talked for 3 hours! There wasn't any work to be done! We talked about everything under the sun. Sweet. Poor hostress had to continue their training. Awwwww.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Steven is a cool guy, i jokingly said that we were from raffles and he starts to call us raffles boy. Okok, I know we are damn bhb. Haha I'm looking forward to work tmr. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-8877423770094990313?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8877423770094990313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=8877423770094990313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/8877423770094990313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/8877423770094990313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/11/whoa.html' title='Whoa...'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-680318470336953069</id><published>2009-11-25T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:34:54.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day into my job</title><content type='html'>Working was sort of an eye opener, but I would still find it acceptable as we are still credited for the extra effort we had placed in. We had to move heavy boxes transfer them over 2 stories. Pack those fragile handmade ceramics, move cardboards to the dumping area. The area was dusty, real dusty. My throat is sort of hurting now credited to the clouds of dust. It feels sweet to earn your first buck, although it is kind of difficult. Yea, we were the last to leave except all those managers in their department. So the gm decided to reward us by giving us a free meal and we can order as much as we can during the opening day. Haha nice. Looking forward to Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really detest those girls who try to act pretty and fail miserably. Come to work and sit there to slack and try to be a vase (not to forget to fail) Really detest those dregs... Nvm I'll try to be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-680318470336953069?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/680318470336953069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=680318470336953069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/680318470336953069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/680318470336953069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-day-into-my-job.html' title='First day into my job'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-6763706945192212919</id><published>2009-11-24T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:31:12.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night sky was very nice today. Its looks edible. Haha a nice way to describe the sky.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SwvevMmG2kI/AAAAAAAAAl4/cjcVT6PaQRM/s1600/DSCN0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407660680004688450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SwvevMmG2kI/AAAAAAAAAl4/cjcVT6PaQRM/s320/DSCN0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to frame up all my pics in primary sch and sec sch, including the NPCC 1. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SwvfVvXZE5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/t6JcjcEF67A/s1600/DSCN0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407661342173238162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SwvfVvXZE5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/t6JcjcEF67A/s320/DSCN0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my rank haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/Swvfrn17vvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/rxppJeBfm08/s1600/DSCN0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407661718110977778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/Swvfrn17vvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/rxppJeBfm08/s320/DSCN0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/Swvf8h2_fiI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/sJ0IV2g5m3c/s1600/DSCN0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407662008562581026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/Swvf8h2_fiI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/sJ0IV2g5m3c/s320/DSCN0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-6763706945192212919?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6763706945192212919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=6763706945192212919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6763706945192212919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/6763706945192212919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/11/night-sky-was-very-nice-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/__Oznh832xaE/SwvevMmG2kI/AAAAAAAAAl4/cjcVT6PaQRM/s72-c/DSCN0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-2233080491499790648</id><published>2009-11-23T15:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:08:57.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Bought a new camera at Suntec in the fair and it wasnt a really good bargain to buy this camera, but i did. Its quite a great camera but im quite lousy at photography. So i hope it makes up.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SwpBX1pihfI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vvQzvyB1ktI/s1600/nikon-coolpix-s570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407206180405806578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SwpBX1pihfI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vvQzvyB1ktI/s320/nikon-coolpix-s570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, also i changed my handphone, i have a long history of handphones and i think this new one is quite beautiful considering i did not spend a single cent for this phone and i bought it at the singtel Christmas Fair. Nice right?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SwpB55XwJ0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/HpJ0rEL6wB0/s1600/DSCN0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407206765520496450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SwpB55XwJ0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/HpJ0rEL6wB0/s320/DSCN0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been using this pink phone which is damn cool, my mum called me gay. Yea so... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SwpCRhSKFuI/AAAAAAAAAlg/UoHBDj3vnkg/s1600/DSCN0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407207171371439842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SwpCRhSKFuI/AAAAAAAAAlg/UoHBDj3vnkg/s320/DSCN0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im starting work at Marche this wednesday, im looking forward to it, lets hope the experience is wonderful. Thats my nametag haha!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SwpC0iJHHZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/uvOfVpRTH7M/s1600/DSCN0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407207772897353106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Oznh832xaE/SwpC0iJHHZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/uvOfVpRTH7M/s320/DSCN0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-2233080491499790648?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2233080491499790648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=2233080491499790648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/2233080491499790648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/2233080491499790648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/__Oznh832xaE/SwpBX1pihfI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vvQzvyB1ktI/s72-c/nikon-coolpix-s570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-3729492803411652538</id><published>2009-11-22T09:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:51:07.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Went for the marche briefing. Felt that it was more of an orientation than a briefing. The people there are friendly and I'm quite excited to working there. I'm starting work this coming Wednesday, really looking forward to working. &lt;br /&gt;We played some team building games and some were really fun. You won't really be expecting adults to be screaming their lungs out. Not to forget, our dear Eugene who went to bang the wall during the game, sweet! Haha! Damien did the great leap of mankind across the room, 'a small step on the moon, a great leap for mankind' . Even the instructor was shoked to see damien just jumping through. &lt;br /&gt;There was a break which was 45mins, just perfect that we were at yishun safra, the time crisis game was only 1 token each, played till the 3rd stage and I died off.&lt;br /&gt;After the games was the buffet, I dunked on the brownies haha. We were the last few to leave. Then michelle ( the HR) offered us a pay rise if we could finish all the food. So the 5 of us readily agreed and she changed the topic. She also didn't believe I was 170cm, tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, really looking forward to working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-3729492803411652538?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3729492803411652538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=3729492803411652538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3729492803411652538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/3729492803411652538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-5201283651334483487</id><published>2009-11-22T09:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:51:04.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my brother</title><content type='html'>Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for some jab for my job. Nothing much to describe about that. Had a rushy breakfast and went off to school to meet the guys. Must thank brandon for lending me the ball pump. Headed off to Singapore Poly next for the nyaa award ceremony. Relatively boring, survived it thanks to brandon's wireless@sg account. Had access to msn, facebook and YouTube. Spent bulk of the time on these to pass time during the ceremony. So after much dread, we finished the award ceremony. Headed off to the mrt station where I started my killing spree. I DONT NEED TO POLISH MY BELT NOR MY BOOTS. Muhahahaha. Let's keep it short and sweet, 9 days more haha! Awww.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to some restaurant which had some alacarte buffet with my family to celebrate my brother's birthday. Ate quite alot and the fish was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-5201283651334483487?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5201283651334483487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=5201283651334483487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5201283651334483487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/5201283651334483487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-my-brother.html' title='Happy Birthday to my brother'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-4382619702124881995</id><published>2009-11-22T09:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:51:02.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyaa gold</title><content type='html'>Had a quite lengthy discussion with mr Khoo and weilun about what we are going to do for nyaa gold. Here's just a short summary of wad I think I might be doing&lt;br /&gt;Skills: taekwondo&lt;br /&gt;Service: hospice/orphanage&lt;br /&gt;Recreation: soccer?&lt;br /&gt;Expedition: I join odac then see&lt;br /&gt;RP: mpfsc?&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure if they'll work, guess that we would go brandon house discuss ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the body worlds exhibition at the science centre. My mum got the tickets at    an discounted price thanks to her company.  It's quite interesting, didn't expect that the liver is so big. Overall, it's quite nice, but then it's a little short, we finished the exhibition in an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-4382619702124881995?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4382619702124881995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=4382619702124881995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4382619702124881995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4382619702124881995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/11/nyaa-gold.html' title='Nyaa gold'/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847807459247481238.post-4264984357803032855</id><published>2009-11-19T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:45:47.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few hours more, i'll be heading off for NYAA presentation. Dont really feel like sleeping now, dont really know why. Sighs, i dont really know what im thinking these days. It must be the boredom getting into my head these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldnt had played basketball in the drizzle. No one to blame except myself. Did a layup and fell. Landed on my back and it hurts a little above the hipbone while walking. I dont really know what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..i just finished the entire series of Hot Shot. I hate it when people die in the dramas, especially if the one is the hottest girl. W died in the end. TSK.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that i should catch some sleep? sighs. i think im acting abnormal again. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847807459247481238-4264984357803032855?l=yamfuzhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4264984357803032855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847807459247481238&amp;postID=4264984357803032855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4264984357803032855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847807459247481238/posts/default/4264984357803032855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yamfuzhi.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-hours-more-ill-be-heading-off-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Fu Zhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873622518639038913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
