<?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-6967119578852172713</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:25:17.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Views And Feels</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-8400804474485389567</id><published>2009-01-02T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:45:02.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm back at &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://waiyew.blogspot.com"&gt;http://waiyew.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; which was my old blog but now my current blog. Sorry for any inconvinience caused and thank you for your support :D . Please head on to the other blog.&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/6967119578852172713-8400804474485389567?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/8400804474485389567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=8400804474485389567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/8400804474485389567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/8400804474485389567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-not-over.html' title='It&apos;s Not Over'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-2354365864651607760</id><published>2008-12-31T10:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:15:03.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale</title><content type='html'>This will be the last post of this blog. I’ve always wanted the next phase to come as I believe the next phase is more suited for someone like me. However, I never wanted high school to end. I really love my high school life. Everything has to end someday though. High school has ended and now it’s time to look forth into college life and the upcoming phases after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never close this blog as it holds many of my memories and lessons from this year of 2008. There’s so much that I have learned this year. Honestly, I believe I have matured through this year. People mature through experience and experience is what I have gained throughout this very year of 2008. As for the memories, there are so much great memories this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SVrYO8-6hsI/AAAAAAAAAOU/yZxNTJNQeP8/s1600-h/IMG_7988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SVrYO8-6hsI/AAAAAAAAAOU/yZxNTJNQeP8/s200/IMG_7988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285774864072476354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days in scouts with these bunch of people above, it was all great and memorable. Without them my life these whole year wouldn't at all be that amazing. I'm glad I spent those days in scouts. The memories and the things I learned from there are countless. I have no regrets joining you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SVrX9Lzt99I/AAAAAAAAAN0/15hgv2Jf44A/s1600-h/P3050224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SVrX9Lzt99I/AAAAAAAAAN0/15hgv2Jf44A/s200/P3050224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285774558814402514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SVrX-VSpSkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/DDlHVBM5FRU/s1600-h/P3050225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SVrX-VSpSkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/DDlHVBM5FRU/s200/P3050225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285774578539907650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taman SEA volleyball team. For half of the team, we trained a total of 2 years together. For the other half, even though it has only been months of training together it has bonded the 12 of us together. Today, we are no longer members of the Taman SEA volleyball but we remain as a team even at this moment. The moments with adrenaline pumping through our body in the games that we play, never will I forget them. I'm really glad I'm in the team.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SVrYOnNxhyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/HDONqCGl8uQ/s1600-h/DSC02156-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SVrYOnNxhyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/HDONqCGl8uQ/s200/DSC02156-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285774858229221154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JNJ, the newly made unofficial club. It started with only a few people and through these 2 years it has grown so much. Out of a sudden I am now VP2 of this club. The outing we had and the trip right after prom, it was really fun and memorable. However, JNJ is far from ending. It will continue through the upcoming years and maybe one day it becomes and official club that aims to benefit people? If there's a club that does that, why not us? Together, lets see the upcoming growth of JNJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting my 4/5 Ixorians of 07/08 which amused me these 2 years. In the end, we were never a team. 2 years we spent sitting in the same classroom, had our moments of laughter together but we were never bonded together. I have always hoped that we’ll finally end up as a team but well, I guess it’s foolish for me to have thought it could. I don’t have a picture because I don’t have any photos with many of the class people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interact club which has thought we quite a lot of stuff and also opened my eyes to many things shall not be forgotten. It's pretty memorable as well the days I spent in the Interact club. It's cool that I was given the membership director post although I did not do a good job at all. However, I'm not longer an interactor and will not join rotaract nor rotary club.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SVrjRN4E9yI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lmONGBaxDVU/s1600-h/IMG-2096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SVrjRN4E9yI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lmONGBaxDVU/s200/IMG-2096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285786997594847010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am now a proud member of the Leo Club of Petaling Jaya Integrity and I'm glad I made this choice. Roar roar roar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2008!! Hello 2009!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always an ending to everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-2354365864651607760?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/2354365864651607760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=2354365864651607760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/2354365864651607760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/2354365864651607760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/12/finale.html' title='Finale'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SVrYO8-6hsI/AAAAAAAAAOU/yZxNTJNQeP8/s72-c/IMG_7988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-9161956045690420922</id><published>2008-12-29T03:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:41:30.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17-18</title><content type='html'>I started this blog at the beginning of this year. This blog marks the growth, experience and changes of me within this year of 2008. 17-18, the age I mark as the age of change. I abandoned my old blog and changed to this blog to leave what I was and to attempt a change on myself. Certainly I did change but the changes were only minor. Many thoughts have changed though which includes the desire to change. I never needed to change. I needed to stop holding back myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the year is almost here. Together with it, the end of this phase and the end of this blog will come. It marks the beginning of my journey. It’s time to start moving.  I used 17 years on the tutorial, now it’s time to get going. It’s time to start working for my aims and my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It begins here not because I believe this is the right time or anything like that. There isn’t a right time to do something like this. It is merely because I took 17 years of my life to realize, to learn, to figure out what I have to do to achieve things that I want. But well, at least I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial ends and the missions begin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-9161956045690420922?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/9161956045690420922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=9161956045690420922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/9161956045690420922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/9161956045690420922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/12/17-18.html' title='17-18'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-6508618240895238828</id><published>2008-12-26T03:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T03:48:51.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acknowledgement</title><content type='html'>Up till this moment I’ve achieved nothing worthy of acknowledgement. I’m just a slightly above average student. I have no big achievements in my school life. Whether in my academic, sports, club or uniformed unit I’m just at most slightly above average. I’m never considered to be anything near amazing. I always had the chance to but I had never reached out to grab the opportunities. I never dared to. Soon it’ll be phase and new sets of opportunities will be open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me very much to be looked down upon. It so happens within my home that’s what happens. In many areas I may be incapable but can’t they just stop focusing on them and look at what I’m capable in? I got a freaking score of IQ 180 in the MENSA test for god’s sake. I dream to achieve more than just a high pay and good job. In fact, that’s not even near to what I want to achieve. It’s true I don’t have any inspiration to what I wish to create yet but inspiration comes in a sudden okay. Maybe stop discouraging and try to give me some idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people actually think my specialty is in mathematics. That’s quite stupid actually. I’m not good in mathematics. I’m not gifted with numbers at all. What I’m good at is not counting. It’s understanding, analyzing, interpreting and visualizing. Trust me. I’m capable of more than what most people know. Never underestimate me. I’ll feel insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-6508618240895238828?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/6508618240895238828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=6508618240895238828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/6508618240895238828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/6508618240895238828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/12/acknowledgement.html' title='Acknowledgement'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-6264085572801180112</id><published>2008-12-19T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:23:26.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SUu8Zr3w3RI/AAAAAAAAALA/NpqPP3oBsMQ/s1600-h/Sunrise+011+full+page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SUu8Zr3w3RI/AAAAAAAAALA/NpqPP3oBsMQ/s200/Sunrise+011+full+page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281522137481403666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a matter of days until the year ends. I’ve switched to this blog to leave my past and to change. Indeed many things changed with include me. Through time and experience people change. The age of 17 is a great experience. 17 is not over yet though but the year is going to. Many people asked me, will I create a new blog of 18-19 then? I’ll answer the question now. I will be going back to my old blog. I’m not going back to my past instead I’m going to use my past to create a better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year resolution for the past New Year was to change into a more outspoken person. I didn’t completely fail but neither did I succeed. I did improve from what I was. My New Year resolution will not be the same as I know I will be able to soon. To change is not an easy thing. I’m not a quiet person in the first place so I don’t need to change, I need to show myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me 18 is a year where everyone changes as everything changes. It’s a new phase of life. I don’t know how much I’ll change but I’m not going to classify it as an age of change. I wrote 17 as the age of change and I won’t repeat the same for 18. 18 will be the base to success. It’s the mark of the beginning towards making my life a success. I won’t name my blog name as such though. My blog won’t involve age, It’s just not important anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the time is almost here. The phase of life where I believe I would prove myself. The time I want to let people know I’m more than what people have seen. It’s the time to reach my first mark of success. It’s the time to achieve what I call amazing. I’m not in any way boasting. I just believe in myself. Don’t believe in me? We’ll see in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what's coming and get ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture from: http://www.needahandspanishproperties.com/sunrise-picture.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-6264085572801180112?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/6264085572801180112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=6264085572801180112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/6264085572801180112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/6264085572801180112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/12/next-phase.html' title='Next Phase'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SUu8Zr3w3RI/AAAAAAAAALA/NpqPP3oBsMQ/s72-c/Sunrise+011+full+page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-6405132058740577662</id><published>2008-12-18T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:22:44.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Layers</title><content type='html'>I guess soon is not so soon after all. I’ve been either sick, busy or both together lately which doesn’t cause me to be unable but cause me to be unwilling to write a post here. I’m still having throat infection and cough at this moment. Coughing is pain with the throat infection and I feel pain drinking water. It’s a pretty strong pain by the way. Other than that I’m pretty alright so here I am writing this. As I’ve said in my previous post I’ll write about me and girls. Well, I don’t know if you get what I mean by that but I meant the difference of me with guys and with girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who don’t know me would classify me as a very quiet boy. People who know me as in really know me will know I’m far from that. The outer layer of me is a quiet more serious person. The inner layer of me which all those who knows me would know is very full of crap and doing all kinds of stupid things. Both are the real me it’s just that the inner is the more natural one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never attempt to do any thing I think would embarrass myself alone without any push. But trust me, if you ask me to do it with you I might probably do it. Even when I was a small kid I’ve never dared to do things I know or think I would end up embarrassing myself. I wanted to do them, but never dare to do it alone or without any push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, besides the outer and inner layers there is the core. That would be where the feelings and all lie. Where the romantic and emotional me would be. It’s not a hidden part it’s just there’s no point for it in normal situations. I can’t say I’m a romantic person, I think I am but I won’t know cause well, there’s never a situation that I needed to be. Well, basically that’s it. It’s not a very meaningful post I know but now that I’m not so ill, I’ll be posting up again very soon a meaningful or maybe emotional stuff so stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be much more than the surface&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-6405132058740577662?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/6405132058740577662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=6405132058740577662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/6405132058740577662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/6405132058740577662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/12/layers.html' title='Layers'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-6310895377016064708</id><published>2008-11-28T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:17:55.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SS_hNTTsI3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/cb-mHEK5kTM/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SS_hNTTsI3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/cb-mHEK5kTM/s200/Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273681307311547250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM is not over. That’s something everyone should be aware of. No matter you’re an accounts student or not, it’s not over yet. Do you feel a feeling of relief yet something seems to be stuck there? It’s not over yet that’s why. There’s still a part of you telling yourself, it’s not over yet. Another case of feeling it is that you already felt it’s over before the day. Due to the fact your last test is EST you’re not feeling as good as you expect to be. The relief came before it ended. That’s how it is. Now without further delay, I shall write the essay with the title my perfect future husband or wife as I’ve promised. In my case it’s my perfect future wife of course. And now, my essay commences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women and men, both are categorized as the species of human. There’s a known fact the women will never understand man and the same goes the other way yet they still wish to get together and spend their lives together. This is of course with the exception of homosexuals where the same sex gets together. The ritual where the two people get together would be what we humans call marriage. As we go through that ritual, we gain a wife or husband where we are supposed to be spending our lives together. In my case, it would be a wife. Then it comes to the question of a perfect wife. There are a few points that would make my future wife my perfect future wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly are characteristic that would be needed for my perfect future wife. To people who would say looks doesn’t matter, stop lying to yourself. Look does matter to a certain extent. You’re definitely going to have trouble facing someone whose looks displeases you for your life. My future wife doesn’t need to be very pretty. She doesn’t have to have a great body. She doesn’t need to be sexy. She just has to be pleasant looking to me. For body, I have to be honest anything less than fat would be alright for me. Chubby or round are not counted fat. Looks does matter, but it’s not that important as long as it’s within the range of acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality would be a very common point to be considered. For me, personalities are criteria we must take into consideration. For me, a perfect wife has to be a person who cares for people. A person with kindness in their heart is sufficient. I don’t require a wife who is gentle or anything like that. I require a wife who is kind and cares for other people. Whether she is gentle, rough or anything it doesn’t really matter that much. As long as she is a kind person, it’s enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ability and skill is probably the least of my concern. It’s alright for her so have no special skill. It’s alright for her to not be successful at all. It’s also alright for her to have more abilities and skills compared to me. I don’t really mind. It’ll be perfect if she’s someone smart I would say. I would prefer a wife who is smart. Capable or not doesn’t really matter but smart would be perfect. It’s not a necessary thing though. It’s just something I would prefer to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important point for my perfect future wife is neither of those I wrote before. The most important point of all is that both of us love the true nature of each other. If I love her and she doesn’t really love me or the other way around, it wouldn’t be alright. Love needs to be from both sides. Love cannot be on the acting of a person. The love that exists must be upon the natural points of a person. Love cannot retain by pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a perfect future husband or wife is of course the ideal thing for everyone but most of the time it just never happens. For me, my future wife doesn’t have to be perfect. The most important thing is the last point written in my essay. Both of us have to love each other. I believe one day I will find the fated girl whom I will spend the rest of my life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the end of my essay. I would say it’s not a very good essay personally but I would say it’s a very true essay. It doesn’t only apply on wife, it applies on girlfriend too. Well, not that I’ve had any before. Next post will be coming up soon. It’ll be about the point on me and girls. Interested or not, just come back and have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is what matters in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-6310895377016064708?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/6310895377016064708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=6310895377016064708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/6310895377016064708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/6310895377016064708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='Love?'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SS_hNTTsI3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/cb-mHEK5kTM/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-2031807168063320469</id><published>2008-11-19T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:50:00.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bigcigarastronomy.com/PageMill_Resources/MosaicLRGB5-26X40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 233px;" src="http://www.bigcigarastronomy.com/PageMill_Resources/MosaicLRGB5-26X40.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since it’s SPM season lets talk about SPM stuff. In my SPM English paper 1 there were 5 questions and there were 3 that caught my eye. The 3 questions were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My perfect future husband or wife&lt;br /&gt;2. Write a story ending with: “…Now I realize the value of a true friend.”&lt;br /&gt;3. Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 3 of them were essay titles I can write about but I stopped and think. I wanted to write a story as an essay at that time. I chose the 2nd one in the end. To rewrite my essay is quite a stupid thing to do so I’ll summarize my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with me talking about my high school life where I have numerous friends and even until the beginning of my working life I still have these friends. One day I had tumor and need help financially for operation but all my friends backed away. They avoided me and refuse to answer my calls. I began to feel depression and rage. That changed my whole personality to a bad personality. Soon later I was banged by a lorry and went to the hospital. As a result I had my legs amputated. I reflect back on the words of an old friend in the hospital. The old friend suddenly appeared and I broke into tears. He helped me back up. I had operation and prosthetic legs then I was able to stand up again. And that’s when I realize the value of a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a dramatic essay isn’t it. Now let us start on my unwritten 2 essays. I’ll start with the 3rd one, stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars, the little dots of light twinkling in the sky at night. Stars play many roles towards the life of a person. One very significant role it plays is the Sun. The sun is one of the many stars we see although it appears very differently compared to the little dots we see of the other stars. However we cannot deny the fact that it is also a star. The sun provides light, energy and heat to the world. It makes our world inhabitable for organic life forms. Without this 1 star, we will not even exist. But all these are not what make stars as interesting as I feel it is. What I find most interesting about stars are the many myths behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many magical stories are told about stars. All of them are considered to be non-logical stories but still these stories are believed by many people. One of the favourite one is the transformation of your deceased loved ones into a star, a star that will brightly shine and protect you from high above. Many people choose to believe this story. It doesn’t sounds true at all but many people still believe or at least try to believe it. To see the death of people you care for is really painful. To believe this story is to get a comfort in your heart that even after death they will stay and watch over you as a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one would be the all time favourite wishing star. People will very naturally make a wish when they see a shooting star. A person is considered lucky to be able to see a shooting star as it is not a common thing and thus wishes at that time will have higher chance to be granted. This is one of the explanations given on this believe but of course this does not apply at all times. Many people also believe that the shooting star has some magic that can grant your wishes. However, no matter what is the explanation given, people choose to believe it is true. Wishing star is like a form of hope given when things seem bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People choose to believe to believe these unbelievable things about stars as stars are really a very big mystery to us. We see countless stars in the sky some brightly shining and some very dim but all we see are just dots. How do the stars actually look like? How did the stars come about? How are the stars able to shine so brightly? It is still pretty much a mystery to us. Not only is it a mystery but it is a very powerful thing to be able to emit its own bright light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing the stories actually does help a person. To believe would make one able to accept unacceptable things and have hope when the world seemed to be pitch black. Psychologically a person would be able to do better with such believe. Whether or not the stories are true, it helps people one way or another. To believe or not to believe in these magic about the stars is your choice but stars will always be here waiting for you to believe in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1 more question will be done later. Think it’s stupid? I think it’s not so I don’t really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars, an eternal symbol of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-2031807168063320469?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/2031807168063320469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=2031807168063320469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/2031807168063320469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/2031807168063320469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/stars.html' title='Stars'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-5541057527444492798</id><published>2008-11-10T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:53:29.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SRhYtXwWhKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0BqFXe32pzY/s1600-h/DSC00793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SRhYtXwWhKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0BqFXe32pzY/s320/DSC00793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267057300703970466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM is in a few hours and I’m still here writing out this post. I’m sure some people are going to think that I must be over confident or something. I can tell you I’m not at all. I’m not nervous as well. I know very well I can’t get straight As and I even have the chance to fail a subject or two. I’m also very well aware that it might cause a little trouble for me in the future but I’m not worried at all still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam results never will determine where someone will stand in the future. Exam results only determine where a person’s starting point would be. That’s right we’re not even at the starting point yet. We’re only trying to get a good starting point at this stage of life. I’m very well aware that where I start will not determine where I’ll end. That is why I’m not scared at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this exam my life will go to the next phase of this stage of life. The phase called college life. The phase where there will be different exposures. I’m glad this new phase is coming but there’re many things from the high school phase I wish to maintain. It’s quite a dilemma but life is just going to keep moving and you have to move with it. None can ever dwell in the same phase of life forever. We just got to move on with the flow of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examination results are important because many people need a good start. A good start could give a boost to many people in what they do. For many people, if they don’t get a good start they could never climb their way up. The reason for that to happen is not because of capability, it’s whether one has the will to do it or not. When there’s a will there’s a way. It’s a very famous saying and it’s also almost always true. One never needs to be afraid or be to tensed up on their results. You could still reach where you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam results only determine where you start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-5541057527444492798?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/5541057527444492798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=5541057527444492798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/5541057527444492798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/5541057527444492798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/spm.html' title='SPM'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SRhYtXwWhKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0BqFXe32pzY/s72-c/DSC00793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-1933056998792917469</id><published>2008-11-03T00:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T01:27:11.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:SimSun;  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-alt:宋体;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"\@SimSun";  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;Today I went for the Terry Fox Run. It’s a run to raise fund for cancer research. Terry Fox was a cancer patient at a very young age. His leg was amputated because of it. Even with his leg amputated he still started to run across &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; (He’s a Canadian) to raise fund for cancer research. Even though he did not manage to finish his journey but he managed to create such awareness that a Terry Fox Run is held every year in many countries across the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the respect people have for him and the reason people’s awareness are raised is because of his heart. His heart to run overcoming the difficulties he faced. Even through his dying days, his heart never broke down but goes stronger. People with great talent or with great skills are called amazing but people with their whole heart on something are even more amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The results we can achieve with our heart in something are amazing. It matches people with great talents. Humans are a very amazing being. We are capable of far more greater things than what we can do now. With your whole heart on something this barrier can be breached. It may not be very deep but you can reach beyond what you normally could. That’s the first lesson learned from this run. Here are some pictures taken from the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SQ3ggVIQ0UI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pqguBcgD40A/s1600-h/DSC_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SQ3ggVIQ0UI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pqguBcgD40A/s320/DSC_0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264110385498214722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me and my bros before the run&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SQ3gglXHX2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CZmg_ayA-BA/s1600-h/DSC_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SQ3gglXHX2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CZmg_ayA-BA/s320/DSC_0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264110389855477602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Again&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SQ3ghrVkjWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k22KK8W1dRo/s1600-h/DSC_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SQ3ghrVkjWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k22KK8W1dRo/s320/DSC_0073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264110408639483234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;2nd brother and me only&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SQ3ghGY9KPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/abnE8SW1Rc0/s1600-h/DSC_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SQ3ghGY9KPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/abnE8SW1Rc0/s320/DSC_0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264110398721566962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That's only half of the people there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SQ3gg6npGmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uhF4y9yUGzA/s1600-h/DSC_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SQ3gg6npGmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uhF4y9yUGzA/s320/DSC_0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264110395561941602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course there's got to be a picture of me before the run&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SQ3hjcsoq4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/RZXdpzg0ZKw/s1600-h/DSC_0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SQ3hjcsoq4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/RZXdpzg0ZKw/s320/DSC_0094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264111538581056386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Running&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SQ3hj6jBqnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1uBo_wEBjAI/s1600-h/DSC_0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SQ3hj6jBqnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1uBo_wEBjAI/s320/DSC_0134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264111546593815154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the run&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That's it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;With and without heart, it makes a lot of difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-1933056998792917469?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/1933056998792917469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=1933056998792917469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/1933056998792917469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/1933056998792917469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/heart.html' title='Heart'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SQ3ggVIQ0UI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pqguBcgD40A/s72-c/DSC_0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-1759411872975919372</id><published>2008-10-23T01:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T01:32:35.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SP9c_u_LySI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ojXHFcps3SE/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SP9c_u_LySI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ojXHFcps3SE/s320/DSC00018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260025139806587170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:SimSun;  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-alt:宋体;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"\@SimSun";  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 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I haven’t talked to anyone about it until just minutes ago and it’s only through sms. If you don’t care you can just screw this post. I just want to express it all out. It’s just all about me so actually I doubt you’ll gain anything reading it. So unless you care it is advisable to skip this post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently I’ve been thinking a lot. About the past, what has been stopping me from achieving what I want in the past? On studies there’s nothing much about it. It’s just I didn’t want to put in effort. On co-curriculum, I’ve always wanted a chance to get a post but I never did. Why? It’s not that I’m not capable, but it’s that I’m afraid to speak up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coming closer to the present, I got the post I wanted. But because of the very reason I didn’t get my post there’s a lot of things I end up doing not well. Come to the present, I’ve improved a lot from what I’ve been but this very problem of mine still exists. Not only is it affecting the doing of works but also my social life. Actually my results of 5 A1 and 3 G9 may seem to be not much of a problem for me but the truth is it’s really given an impact on me. I’m still not getting over it until now. Every single time when people talk about trials results I seriously feel WTF. But I don’t know why I just cannot get myself to actually study. I really don’t know why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Moving up to the future, the problem of not being able to speak up still exists and that will cause me to be unable to do many things. Another thing would be about my studies and career. I’ve planned out a few routes for myself but I have to consider a few things which are career opportunities, affordability, availability and also a few other factors. I really want to go study oversea because of the quality, availability and the acknowledgement of the degree they offer. But I don’t want to study oversea because I don’t want to leave &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Everything I have is here in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. And also, despite how I seem to be I actually think I’m pretty patriotic. I really feel an attraction on this country, my homeland. I want to stay here and also do something for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My MENSA IQ test gave me a result of IQ 180. So what? Yeah my mind is able to visualize, analyze and interpret more capably than other people. I’m able to catch many things more efficiently than others. I’m able to understand or learn many things easier than others. So what? I’ve been saying a lot about talent needs hard work but I’m the one who doesn’t put in the effort I need. I’m the one saying you to be confident in yourself and show people what you’ve got but I’m the one who is hiding behind my lack of self-confidence with some act. I’m the one who fear to speak out and tell people what I’ve interpreted out with my mind. I really don’t know how to overcome them. Aih….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Advice and doing are 2 different things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-1759411872975919372?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/1759411872975919372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=1759411872975919372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/1759411872975919372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/1759411872975919372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/10/emotional.html' title='Emotional'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SP9c_u_LySI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ojXHFcps3SE/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-7990563047617827523</id><published>2008-10-19T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T01:29:28.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SPtJwjtw80I/AAAAAAAAAJg/h7c6e2t680Y/s1600-h/Shooting+Star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SPtJwjtw80I/AAAAAAAAAJg/h7c6e2t680Y/s320/Shooting+Star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258878088454927170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:SimSun;  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-alt:宋体;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"\@SimSun";  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:14.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When were still small kids we have plenty of dreams. As we grow up, these dreams are one by one lost. As we grow older there are many things we realize. There are many things we are able to see. When one dreams big everyone will think it’s only a dream that will remain a dream. Exceptions exists of course, if not there wouldn’t be so many dreams come true in the past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The dream to fly, the dream of moving picture, the dream of talking at far distance and many other dreams, they were all what people thought will only remain as dreams. Today, they are all regular things in our life. There is nothing wrong with having big dreams. It is only wrong if you let your dreams remain as a dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dreams can come true but not naturally. Dreams come true with effort. Without pursuing you can never get anything. Go ahead and dream but don’t just dwell in it. Get moving and make it happen. Pursue for your dream and make it all happen. Dreams are meant to be pursued not just wait for it to come true. Dreams can come true, they just need someone to make it to and the person can be you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be the one to make dreams come true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Image from: http://blogs.grab.com/OpalRubyStar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-7990563047617827523?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/7990563047617827523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=7990563047617827523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/7990563047617827523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/7990563047617827523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SPtJwjtw80I/AAAAAAAAAJg/h7c6e2t680Y/s72-c/Shooting+Star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-3164673290583758037</id><published>2008-10-10T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T01:31:53.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paths of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://khushi.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://khushi.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/path.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:SimSun;  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-alt:宋体;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"\@SimSun";  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every single person has their paths to venture forth in their lives. The first phases of life from kid to schooling until graduation, the paths are all merely straight roads. In this phase, the path everyone steps on is the same. The difference is how you walk past it unless you choose to abandon the path and get to another path which then will no be a straight path any longer. Of course there are exceptional cases where one can skip that path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Up till today I’m still within this straight path but up till today I haven’t been doing well in this path. I never doubt my capabilities to walk better here. Up till today, everything I’ve achieved is a gift to me. Every skill I have is not something I spent effort to get. They’re all given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, I’ve reached a point where I have to think beyond this path. It’s not that I have not thought about it. In fact I have thought about it countless times and to very far vicinities as well. I neglected close things due to that as well. My idea of how to walk this path is different from many including my parents. Due to that, I can never reach anywhere discussing my future with my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Choosing paths is not about choosing a path that’s easy to walk. The consideration you should have in choosing a path is your own will. Never choose a path because it’s easy, choose a path because you want it. The path I choose will definitely not be easy but as said in my self description. I believe I’m special or at least going to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paths are not chosen by difficulty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-3164673290583758037?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/3164673290583758037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=3164673290583758037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/3164673290583758037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/3164673290583758037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/10/paths-of-life.html' title='Paths of Life'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-5606247874525955454</id><published>2008-10-05T18:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:01:39.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SOidVfVWXNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8ECa6DJBWZs/s1600-h/DSC_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SOidVfVWXNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8ECa6DJBWZs/s320/DSC_0449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253621957841542354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;w:worddocument&gt;&lt;w:punctuationkerning&gt;&lt;w:validateagainstschemas&gt;&lt;w:compatibility&gt;&lt;w:breakwrappedtables&gt;&lt;w:snaptogridincell&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many thoughts have gone through my mind throughout this absent time of me from this blog. These thoughts include those of the past, present as well as the future but then I decided not to talk about it here. I shall talk about something else in this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SOidVvWHhXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/oaGSoWFszU4/s1600-h/DSC_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SOidVvWHhXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/oaGSoWFszU4/s320/DSC_0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253621962139731314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A few days back I went to the Ampang Lookout Point. They are the people I went with in the picture up there. I didn’t take many pictures and my pictures weren’t of good quality due to the rain so we had to rush. I was actually already sick that day but cause I’ve already said that I would go, I went anyway. It was really cool not just because of the lookout point but what happened throughout the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are many things you actually learn if you just open up your mind when you go out to places you’re not familiar with. It is always good to go places or do things you’ve never went or done before. What you learn from books may be useful but there are things that couldn’t be learned from books. Many important things can be learned even from a mere outing with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Knowledge is more than just books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/w:snaptogridincell&gt;&lt;/w:breakwrappedtables&gt;&lt;/w:compatibility&gt;&lt;/w:validateagainstschemas&gt;&lt;/w:punctuationkerning&gt;&lt;/w:worddocument&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-5606247874525955454?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/5606247874525955454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=5606247874525955454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/5606247874525955454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/5606247874525955454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/10/night-out.html' title='A Night Out'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SOidVfVWXNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8ECa6DJBWZs/s72-c/DSC_0449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-3830747560410326299</id><published>2008-09-17T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:57:34.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is the meaning of success? Success is to achieve what you aim for and what everyone aims for is different. Everyone’s success is different. For a person, success may be to get rich but for another success may just be to get a stable job with a good pay. It doesn’t mean one’s success is greater than another. It’s just everyone has different goals in life. People cannot tell what you need to achieve to be successful, you know yourself where you want to reach. You know what life you want to lead and to achieve it is what success is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I actually wrote about success in my old blog and the meaning of success I understood is still the same. The approach on this topic however will be different. There are times where one gets lost on what they want to achieve. It is normal and it is fine. Just relax and take you time and look into your heart. What you really want to do. Eventually you will see the answer. I was lost myself a few months back but everything cleared up in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many form 5 students are worried about not knowing what they want to do. I used to worry because I don’t know my interest and skills. As time passes I’m clear what I want to do. Other people wouldn’t be able to help you figure out your goal. Only you will know what you truly want. Look inside yourself, I’m sure you already have the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have 2 dreams that I really wish to achieve. My 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; dream is to study in MIT. My 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; and most important dream is to create. I wish to create a new technology or product that gives big contribution to human race. I still haven’t figure out what exactly but somehow I can feel the idea is already inside me. It’s just I can’t get it out but I’m sure in time I can and will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Achieve what you want to not what people want you to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-3830747560410326299?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/3830747560410326299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=3830747560410326299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/3830747560410326299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/3830747560410326299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/09/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-490503761252914983</id><published>2008-09-13T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:48:35.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt;"&gt;Buddies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I close my eyes and look back,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking 3 years down the track,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when we’re still distant friends,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when in between we had a fence,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Flipping by to 2 years down,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re people gathered all around,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we formed a single team,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried our best and tried to win,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Moving up to a year ago,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we went through high and low,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very special friendship was born,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we formed a priceless bond,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Coming to the present year,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all hardships together we steer,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we go through our final days,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before reaching another phase,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Soon we’ll head for separate ways,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pursuing for what we dream today,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our bond will never break away,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our priceless friendship will always stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You guys know who you are lar so I'm not going to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are important, buddies are irreplaceable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-490503761252914983?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/490503761252914983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=490503761252914983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/490503761252914983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/490503761252914983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/09/buddies.html' title='Buddies'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-727961569965846672</id><published>2008-08-30T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:26:13.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suppress</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How much negative feeling can a person actually hold within themselves? I strongly believe it depends on oneself. What’s the reason for one to actually suppress these feelings within themselves? That I would say is for shielding it from other people so they are not affected. Is it wrong to do so? I would say no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People very naturally will feel positive and also negative feelings. Some will choose to express it all out while others will keep it. There’s a limit to how much a person can handle and when that limit is reached, well one will have to express it out somehow whether through actions or verbally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course there’s a border before reaching the limit and the border will of course have a little sign but cross the border and there’s no turning back. Very naturally people will do things or tell people to bring themselves away from the limit again for example through talking to people and blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes suppression of emotion is not a bad suggestion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-727961569965846672?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/727961569965846672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=727961569965846672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/727961569965846672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/727961569965846672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/08/suppress.html' title='Suppress'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-4858464758423484093</id><published>2008-08-18T21:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:26:19.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience</title><content type='html'>I guessed I skipped one day. Wasn't that free yesterday with the 'larian merdeka' and the badminton finals. The badminton finals was really disappointing with Chong Wei not performing up to his own standards. Now, as I've written in my previous post I'll post up photos so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures from my job on Friday&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SKl85BJ6H_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/LoDElKUqusY/s1600-h/DSC00549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SKl85BJ6H_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/LoDElKUqusY/s320/DSC00549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235853360799293426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SKl86OYBJBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/w5CBLp_tsK4/s1600-h/DSC00559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SKl86OYBJBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/w5CBLp_tsK4/s320/DSC00559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235853381528003602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the tables, that's our job&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SKl9gFNhKYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZEgMvAOFlk0/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SKl9gFNhKYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZEgMvAOFlk0/s320/DSC00569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235854031903074690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's me posing with the tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SKl86vtmKKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/lfz1Duwy6bw/s1600-h/DSC00593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SKl86vtmKKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/lfz1Duwy6bw/s320/DSC00593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235853390476880034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's how we went, back of lorries or truck. They're in the truck, I was in the lorry in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The job was a pretty good experience with the lorry seating, seeing how they manage the table arrangement, seeing how they do such a big scale team building event, seeing there are many not so smart people and other stuff I can't recall right now. Compared to what you learn living and everyday life, it's much more educational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the 5KM run was a pretty fine experience. Obviously I was far from winning but well, as a person who don't train I'm pretty good. This two year I've been trying out every new experience I can. Through these new experience I get to change into who I am now. I'd stay in the static unnoticed person if I were to not change. But it's okay. Although I've missed a few years, I've change and I get to have things going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pursue for experience and experience the change&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/6967119578852172713-4858464758423484093?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/4858464758423484093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=4858464758423484093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/4858464758423484093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/4858464758423484093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/08/experience.html' title='Experience'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SKl85BJ6H_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/LoDElKUqusY/s72-c/DSC00549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-5023894593855203750</id><published>2008-08-16T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:43:46.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realized</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From the post before my tag post until now a few very memorable things happened. First would be me, Jun Hsien, Zhen Ming, Jerrard, Jazli and Nicholas going to Taylors College Subang Jaya for a career talk. And then, the unforgettable thing that happened when I was parallel parking happened. No, I didn’t scratch my car even though I have slight difficulty with parallel parking due to my lack of parallel park experience. Well, something fell down from the sky onto my windscreen, tak! Do notice it’s a ‘tak’ sound not a ‘piak’ sound. The unknown object then fell onto the floor. Well, my first reaction was look at my window, see it dirty wipe before parking my car properly. Window is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what is this unknown object? We then found out, it’s actually a piece of chicken. See how wondrous the world is. Even chicken meat can fall from the sky. It gives us a very valuable lesson and a very good laugh in the end. Even the most unexpected things can happen to you at any time at all. And the joke, well the whole thing is the joke. Then comes the talk, well it didn’t actually make me want to get into the job instead make me want to reconsider more. Well, I’m not sure if it can get me where I want and what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next thing in the list, the RM50 job I did on Friday. It’s a very normal carry tables and chairs and set then up kind of job but we get to go to DIGI company campus. Not anyone can go in. It’s good to at least get in there and get some pictures. Well, the ‘we’ was Daoshen, Kin Meng, Fong Foo, Wen Chiang, Kar Sing, Chee Ken (The one who offered us the job) and well, me. It was a pretty good experience sitting at the back of lorries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And last but not least, the event many have been waiting for, our scouts’ AGM. This is actually the main thing of this post. It's the day I finally retire from my QM post. Handing over my post to the rightful successor, Well, I didn’t get the time to give the emo meaningful speech I wanted to give but well, I did say something I wanted to say. People always say I was inactive until form 4 but I think back, I realized I was never inactive. It’s true during form 3 I slowed down on my scouts a bit but I still came for troop meeting(Not all but quite a few), the recruits/junior/senior camp, all pioneering activities I know of as well as some service that I’m told of. During my form 1 and form 2 years I went for almost everything I could except for jungle camp and test taking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was this active and I’m told I’m only active in form 4 and form 5? Come on lar, I went for almost everything except jungle camp. I was all along there, I’m just not noticed. Ever since young, I’ve always wished for an opportunity to come for me to try to be a leader, a head. Form 1, sure I had a post during that year but I didn’t know anything. I was assistant treasurer in chess club in form 1 and nobody told me shit and I don’t know shit. I never got any post except for my cleanliness head post. It was pretty memorable but not at all training me. Form 3, I had nothing. Only until form 4, I get my QM post and Membership Director post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How did I get those posts? It wasn’t my ability, it was because I’m noticed. People start to notice me. And how did I do? I did not perform well at all in my own post responsibility but I can definitely say I’ve done a fine job as a part of the leaders’ team. For the people who said I was only active in form 4 and form 5. Try recalling back, did you really not see me back in form 1,2 and 3? To be very honest, it’s actually very pissing off. I always want to give chance to people who are unnoticed but want to be something. It’s because I was there, it’s very saddening to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was even a point in form 3 I thought why am I so unnoticed and got emo. If volleyball didn’t come into my life, I’d still be stuck in that stage of sadness. I believe no one knows this about me. There are thing I don’t tell. There are many times I’m unhappy, unsatisfied but I take it. It’s not I don’t feel bad, emo, pissed off and stressed in things. It’s just I don’t say it out. You’re suffering, but it is no reason to cause any inconvenience or suffering to others. I’ll be posting up another post tomorrow with pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can’t be seen doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-5023894593855203750?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/5023894593855203750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=5023894593855203750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/5023894593855203750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/5023894593855203750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/08/realized.html' title='Realized'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-5621172187233085630</id><published>2008-08-15T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:30:22.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filler</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Just to fill in before my next post which will come soon but not yet I shall do the tag from Chien Lung. I do have a lot to write but I wish to put my next post on hold first. So here goes the tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say about 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... I guess play with friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you have a close close friend since childhood who loves to take away whatever you like, including guys/girls, and he/she always wins, will you still consider him/her your friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would doubt that very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What would you give up in return to eat all you want in the world and not get fat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give up nothing. I don't need such thing and I won't really get fat anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If you can have one dream to come true, what will it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many dreams ler... but if I have to choose 1 then well, I guess for all the people I care for to be happy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can in this era?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What do you feel like doing rite now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish this post and go to sleep. It's 1.30 and I got school tomorrow ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What are you afraid to lose most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I care for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. If there is someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends. If I think it's time to then yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Do you believe in fate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good hearted and the magical feeling for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What are the things that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har? What kind of question is this? Bad things lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when we were small kids police was one of the very famous ambitions but until now I actually still do want to be police but then, I'm in Malaysia and I don't want to leave Malaysia. So well, there's so many jobs I'd like to take up. But well, book author, teacher and engineer would be my current plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Is anyone really perfect?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect human is inhuman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. If you have a choice to be rich or happy, which one will you pick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy of course. I want to be rich cause I think it can make me happier so if I can be happy why need to be rich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. If you have a chance, which part of your character would you like to change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this moment I'd still say shy even though there are improvements on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Liang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years time? 27 years old... so I'll be quitting my job and full time invest my money on something while writing a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. If the world is going to end one day, what would you do for the last 24 hours?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell the girl I love that I love her, spend time with all the people I love and at the last hour do all the dangerous things I've wanted too but dare not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;20. Do you believe that highschool love can work out to last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I believe it depends on the person, not the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall tag:&lt;br /&gt;Jazli&lt;br /&gt;Kin Meng&lt;br /&gt;Zu Wen&lt;br /&gt;Mathew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not tag so many people. Lazy lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes even answering questions from a mere tag can make you realize something you never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-5621172187233085630?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/5621172187233085630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=5621172187233085630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/5621172187233085630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/5621172187233085630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/08/filler.html' title='Filler'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-8522500404870495674</id><published>2008-08-05T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:31:38.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s already the 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; month of the year. SPM coming near, AGMs either passed or coming soon, people are talking about college and universities. It’s not so far from the end of school life. Recently stepped down from my interact post and soon will be stepping down from my QM post. Inter-house games passed a few weeks ago as well, my last gold medal from school life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reaching this stage made me realize how much I have missed from form 1 until form 3. So many things I have missed, so many memories I could have gotten from all those years but I’ve wasted it. I guess that’s why I’ve been more active than others these 2 years. A lot of memories are made in these 2 years, many times I wish I could stay but we got to grow up. We have to move on to another stage of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another thing I realized is I haven’t been doing a good job at all with my responsibilities. All these while I’ve been doing things but it seems most of it are not my own responsibilities. I’ve failed thoroughly as a membership director, I shall not elaborate on that. As a troop QM, I believe I have failed as well. I commit myself to scouts as a COH, as a PLC but not as a QM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did a lot of QM stuff, that’s a fact but what I’ve done is mere equipment maintenance. I used to believe I’m very suited for this post before I stepped up. After I did for a few months I realized I was wrong. Things usually won’t turn out the way you expect it to be. Never commit in too many things as well. It’s very natural to get exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before I get my QM post I always thought if I have the chance to become the troop leader. I have always wondered up till now whether I had chance to or not. I also wondered what if I were the TL. I guess it all don’t matter anymore. It’s time to move for the next stage, to the next stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don’t rest for the reaching end, move for the coming beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-8522500404870495674?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/8522500404870495674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=8522500404870495674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/8522500404870495674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/8522500404870495674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/08/step-down.html' title='Step Down'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-6218262424195811289</id><published>2008-07-29T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:20:39.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SI8TWWRsopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xiWLO2mrFTA/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SI8TWWRsopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xiWLO2mrFTA/s320/DSC00399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228418967058293394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;A lot of fries? No? How about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SI8TftPwY1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/zuq3LE0DN0c/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SI8TftPwY1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/zuq3LE0DN0c/s320/DSC00401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228419127842988882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall begin my story from start before reaching to these fries. So many form 5s I know has got their driving license already. Even though I don’t have my own car yet it feels really different being able to drive. It feels like I’ve reached another stage. The view and feeling as a passenger and as a driver is totally different. There are many things I’ve never understood about drivers I could today.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I can drive out myself, go to places at night and fetch people safely home. It feels like I’m almost reaching the grown up stage. Last Saturday I went 1u with the Leo gang. Me and Jun Hsien drove there. The week before me and Jun Hsien also drove people to the catholic campfire. We’ve been saying it really feels like we’re almost grown up, fetching people home and then drive home ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During our time at 1u and the curve we were enjoying our days before our adult stage. We went Carl’s Jr. for dinner and that explains the massive amount of fries. We parked at the curve walked to 1u and back to the curve. We spent the end of our night sharing dumb things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here comes a question, if you were in a mall. A girl sms you and ask you where are you and you happen to be in the same mall as her but she needs transport home. Plus, you drove to the mall and will be driving home. What would you do? As a guy, of course the only choice you can take is to fetch her home right? That’s what happened that night and it was like, finally I can do something responsible like that. It’s good to grow up, and it’s time to. It’s time to move on to the next stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anticipate the next stage and step forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-6218262424195811289?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/6218262424195811289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=6218262424195811289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/6218262424195811289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/6218262424195811289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/07/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SI8TWWRsopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xiWLO2mrFTA/s72-c/DSC00399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-7136555892397061779</id><published>2008-07-20T17:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:28:38.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2 days back on Friday, we were asked to write poems by Mr.Mail. I don't actually need to write as I already have a few in my book at that time but I thought of a really good title to write about which is the title of my blog. Views and Feels. Basically it's about the whole theme of the blog. Change of view, change of feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Views and feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Venturing forth on obvious roads,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only on roads that’s seen up forward,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on these same few roads,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roads that’s always seen and heard,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look left, look right,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up, look down,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a change of sight,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the different things around,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A change of view, a change of feel,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around, so much can be found,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around, stop viewing straight,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll see what you don’t see today,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A different sight to the eye,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different thought to the mind,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different feel to the heart,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your visions, look around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I was thinking of the poems I remembered I had to i liked pretty much from my old blog and here they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;16 Years of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sitting quietly listening to a clock,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening as it goes tik tok tik tok,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening to the going by of every second,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seconds that goes by every now and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reminiscing the past I could never go back,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events of the past that I can never reset&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets I have, satisfactions I had,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened in this life I led,&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I begun with nothing turning to a baby,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a kid and changing to a teen,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless feelings in these 16 years,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy, Sorrows and not forgetting fears,&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16 years and it’s the year of form 4,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent it may be but it’s the best of all,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year of experience, a year of emotions,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating a man who could build up a nation,&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe all are destined by God,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn’t mean we can just sit and rot,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're chances that are given by the Lord,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s for us to choose to take it or not.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things are gained, things are lost,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things changed including my thoughts,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s due to all the experience I had,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience that I will never forget,&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Countless memories have flown away,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some don’t even last for a day,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these memories of age 16,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will remain with me for eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Rainbows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rainbows in the night,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows in the day,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows are still at sight,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But their beauty is not the same,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When rainbows appear everyday,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just multiple colors in the sky,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If rainbow appears never again,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's magnificent beauty that just went by,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People dream of touching the rainbows,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People dream of walking on rainbows,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People dream of dancing in rainbows&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But none dream of seeing a rainbow,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rainbows are known as a magical beauty,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beauty that appears all over the world,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tales, stories, poems of this theme,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very commonly written and told,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; a place for spirits,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits of animals that lost their life,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story that has gain popularity,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story that might just be a lie,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sunrays shining through water droplets,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An arc in the sky multicolored,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magical stories are still created,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where rainbows are the bridge to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They aren't amazing works of art but they consists of a great amount of my feeling. I think it's pretty well done for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your feels, your thoughts, just express them all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-7136555892397061779?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/7136555892397061779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=7136555892397061779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/7136555892397061779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/7136555892397061779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/07/poems_20.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-7598028114361649365</id><published>2008-07-15T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:56:49.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law of Attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever heard of the law of attraction? It’s actually quite true but to what extent I do not know. It basically means your thoughts, beliefs and emotions will create a change in the physical world based on the ‘like attracts like’ principal. Not everyone believes in this law. It’s not scientifically proven but it is known to many that it’s true. Of course it’s your choice whether to believe it or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Negative and positive things don’t usually just come in one if you notice. Try thinking back your past, does it usually come in one? Well, for me it never did. When something positive or something negative happens it affects your emotion as well as your thoughts and that will bring forth another of the same type of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe you would wonder, why is that when things goes until a certain extent things usually goes the opposite way. The reason this always happen is when things goes too good or too bad people will think about the opposite side of things and thus the magic happens. So no matter what, think positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good or bad, look on the bright side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-7598028114361649365?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/7598028114361649365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=7598028114361649365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/7598028114361649365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/7598028114361649365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/07/law-of-attraction.html' title='The Law of Attraction'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-283447582385430869</id><published>2008-07-11T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:38:00.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change, Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here it is, the change in my blog. Does it look familiar? Well, it’s basically the same as my old blog except the header. It took me a few days to take a picture to put as the header. I didn’t have a theme before I took the picture. I looked everywhere as I walked and just took anything that gave me a feeling. If I wasn’t looking for a picture I wouldn’t have taken that picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The caption in the header, “Change of view, change of feel” is something I felt as I searched for the picture. My views were usually on the roads, shops, houses, cars or maybe people around when I walk around. As I change my view and just look up at the vast blue sky I realize there are actually many things you can see you can feel but you just don’t look there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just a change of view can change what you feel. How you look, where you look, that’s the thing that determines what you feel. A same thing viewed in a different view can give you a completely different feel. That is the theme of my blog. It’s of the change of views and change of feels I encounter and also a blog that might change your view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Change of view, change of feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-283447582385430869?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/283447582385430869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=283447582385430869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/283447582385430869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/283447582385430869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/07/change.html' title='Change, Again'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-4086824913982590489</id><published>2008-07-07T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:25:07.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back, Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somehow I can never get over my past. Recently I kept dwelling on my past memories. Always hoping that the good things could be the same now and the bad things could be different. Wondering what if the choices I made were different, what would happen to me this day? One single decision can affect the outcome of many things whether the decision is considered big or small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s not always big things that affect our life. Small decisions determine many outcomes in our lives as well. But then there’s still no use to dwell on the past as nothing from the past could be changed. Even if there’s such thing as time machine, I still do not believe anything from the past could be changed. I believe that if you were to interfere, you already did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stop looking back, look forward to the future. Many people would tell others to do so but it’s not easy to actually do it sometimes. There are just some things that are very hard for us to let go. It’s actually fine to dwell in the past in my opinion. As long as you don’t let go of the future and the present, it’s alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is okay to look back, just don’t forget the front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-4086824913982590489?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/4086824913982590489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=4086824913982590489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/4086824913982590489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/4086824913982590489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back, Again'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-225188138497205383</id><published>2008-07-05T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T02:53:39.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ve been pretty troubled lately. I kept thinking about one main thing. In general it’s explained in just one word, and the word is the topic of this post, desire. It’s not that I have too many desire I can’t get but instead it’s I start to lose track of what I actually desire. What is it that I actually want? What do I want to achieve, what do I want to get? I actually lost track of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ve been thinking a lot on what is it that I want to achieve in this school because I’ve been thinking too much about my future. Recently I realized, I don’t actually know what exactly I want to achieve. I’ve changed my plan for the future many times in these few years. I grew true every experience and every experience actually opened up a different view for me. The new view actually make me realized what I chose every time was wrong including this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To plan for your future is definitely a good thing. It’s a very advisable act among the secondary students but even though you seem to have decided, sit down and think. Is it really what you want, could it really work the way you want it to, what if it doesn’t go as you want it to. These are all considerations you should make before truly setting it as an aim. I missed these steps myself and now here I am confused after being seemingly confident with my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to plan but plan with utter consideration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This blog will have a big makeover soon. Stay tuned for a new phase of the blog. As the current title of the blog says, 17- the age of change it’s time for the blog to go through a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-225188138497205383?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/225188138497205383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=225188138497205383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/225188138497205383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/225188138497205383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/07/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-9167919641569673276</id><published>2008-06-19T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:25:59.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I said in the previous post, my poems are expressions of my feelings and emotions but it so happens, all my poems seem to be of sadness. So that would mean I’m always sad? Honestly, I think my emotions are kind of screwed up this year. There’s just always a feeling of something bothering. There’s just some things I can never get over I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, here’s a poem I wrote a few months back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once again it crossed my mind,&lt;br /&gt;This one little thought of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Messing up the whole of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;With feelings that I can’t discard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My thoughts turned a little insane,&lt;br /&gt;Though the rational mind still remain,&lt;br /&gt;Just because of one event,&lt;br /&gt;Cause by a little thing I have done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mistakes are made by everyone,&lt;br /&gt;But usually they’d be given a chance,&lt;br /&gt;But not everyone could have this once,&lt;br /&gt;Some not forgiven even through months,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just this 1 wrong that’s been done,&lt;br /&gt;Though the idea is far from one,&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts alone is far from wrong,&lt;br /&gt;But action matters more than thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once again I see a rising sun,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping finally it is real,&lt;br /&gt;Shining away all negative rays,&lt;br /&gt;Letting tomorrow be a better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here’s another poem I wrote a few days back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Visions Faraway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Countless visions came by,&lt;br /&gt;All in just a short time,&lt;br /&gt;All in just one short year,&lt;br /&gt;Numerous changes had appeared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Countless changes I can’t comprehend,&lt;br /&gt;That’s forming mindset of becoming a man,&lt;br /&gt;Finding the roads to success,&lt;br /&gt;Finding ways to become the best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suddenly there was this day,&lt;br /&gt;I realized my visions were too far away,&lt;br /&gt;They’re thoughts heading the right way,&lt;br /&gt;It’s just none of them are of today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Viewing far viewing big,&lt;br /&gt;That’s the vision I have for everything,&lt;br /&gt;I tend to forget the nearest things,&lt;br /&gt;All important things I should be doing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I believe I’m great though I don’t know how,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I feel so useless up till now,&lt;br /&gt;Thought it’s not common that I frown,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not happiness I feel deep down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whether it’s happiness or sadness it’s better to express it out than keeping it to yourself. It’s why I chose to write poems. There’s a limit to how much it can help but it’s better than nothing. Of course if you can, be optimistic. One lives a happier life being optimistic. One problem that messes up my emotions is actually thinking too much. It's good to think but there's isn't a need to think about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thinking could also be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-9167919641569673276?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/9167919641569673276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=9167919641569673276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/9167919641569673276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/9167919641569673276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/06/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-640462984329310123</id><published>2008-06-18T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:25:23.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a poem I've written few months back. My poems are always an expression of my feelings in the form of words. There will be a few more coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sky is up so high,&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the reach of passer by,&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not impossible if you try,&lt;br /&gt;It all depends on the heart and mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sky has been cloudy lately,&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s dark it’s still not rainy,&lt;br /&gt;Sun still shines now and then,&lt;br /&gt;It’s just man made lights in the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lightning never stroke even once,&lt;br /&gt;Lightning clouds there were more than one,&lt;br /&gt;The lightning and rain kept inside,&lt;br /&gt;It’s so full that explode it might,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To have a true sunny day,&lt;br /&gt;With no clouds blocking sun ray,&lt;br /&gt;With no droplets falling down,&lt;br /&gt;Just pure sunlight all around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All caused by just 1 wrong shine,&lt;br /&gt;Blinding it’s not but glaring it is,&lt;br /&gt;Just a harmless release of light,&lt;br /&gt;Cause fire to appear up in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-640462984329310123?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/640462984329310123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=640462984329310123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/640462984329310123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/640462984329310123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/06/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-1057978920321070911</id><published>2008-05-31T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:44:41.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Change is a part of everyone’s life. One big stage of change would be when one is 15-18 years old. Changing at this stage is usually good as it is a change as one matures but there are negative points as well. Everyone change in a different way in different things. I shall not go into how it change and all as I’m not knowledgeable in that myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, change is a process that never ends. In this few years I see a lot of changes in myself. Basically my whole life is on a complete different course than when it was 3 years ago. At the beginning I actually thought my change will bring only good. That was during the beginning of my form 4 life. Everything around just kept changing in both good and bad ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People around us naturally change as well. As I said, it’s a part of everyone’s life. The chance is not that great but it can affect friendships as well. Sometimes changes in both parties can change into a pattern of repel against each other. For most people friendships are really important. Definitely it is for me. Trying to maintain would be the best one can do I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However much one changes the base characteristics of the person still remains. People never changes completely, they change based on what they are and what they experience. If only changes only brings good. Wouldn’t that be so great? But then again, life doesn’t stay good. It’s not life if it does isn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Change, a never ending process.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-1057978920321070911?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/1057978920321070911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=1057978920321070911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/1057978920321070911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/1057978920321070911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/05/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-435375755478231614</id><published>2008-05-22T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:22:56.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SDWPrHDw9KI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fzQZvMfrSFc/s1600-h/Murcielago.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SDWPrHDw9KI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fzQZvMfrSFc/s320/Murcielago.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203222915288462498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Future is a very vast thing to talk about but then for secondary school student usually it would be about what course to take and which university to go to after their secondary life. This goes especially for form 5 students. I’ve thought a lot on it last year and I’ve planned for my studying life with backup plans just incase I fail or anything. This year I realized, I never really thought about my current life. I’ve been constantly thinking of my SAM results in college but how about my SPM? I totally neglected my school results so far. I’ve been doing nothing but last minute revision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a dream which sounds unreachable but I believe I can. The dream is to create a formula or an invention which is a level higher from the technology of the time I create it. Think it’s big? Not really, the bigger dream is I hope the creation could bring a renaissance to change the world for good. Dreams are only optional targets though. What’s more important would be aims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aims are the main objectives. The targets that we have to achieve if not we fail. Dream big aim high is a good advice but when having your aim high it must be achievable and practical of course. If you aim something you can’t achieve or something stupid then it defeats the purpose of having the aim. My aim is a race against time which is early retirement with a considerably large sum of money. Of course retire doesn’t mean spend money and laze around. I’ll still do investments and research work after retiring. By early I mean in my thirties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently something is a bit wrong with me though. I’ve been feeling in these 17 years I’m nothing. I feel rather useless at the moment. I can’t really find the worth in my self at the current moment and that makes me feel bad. I guess I’ll have to overcome it somehow. That’s it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dream big, aim high but not too much like to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-435375755478231614?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/435375755478231614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=435375755478231614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/435375755478231614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/435375755478231614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/05/future.html' title='Future'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SDWPrHDw9KI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fzQZvMfrSFc/s72-c/Murcielago.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-4810540411611337762</id><published>2008-05-15T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:03:27.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amazing, a word used to describe something or someone doing something exceeding normal capabilities. I shall not talk about things as I doubt anyone would be interested. Actually it’s just because I’m not interested. So I shall go on with amazing people. Everyone is special, everyone is talented but not everyone is amazing. Special and talent are things that people are born with. They are a gifts given to each individual as they step into this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amazing is different. Amazing exists through one’s actions and thoughts. One can be amazing in many different ways. In fact, anyone can be amazing. It’s just a matter of whether you’re willing the put in the sufficient amount of effort to achieve it. Even a super genius will not be amazing if the person does not manipulate his ability to learn and do something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone have a different aim in life of course. Some aim to be amazing, some aim to be normal. Everyone can be amazing but doesn’t mean everyone has to be amazing. I aim to be amazing, in fact more than amazing. I want to be more than what anyone has ever been. I’m not anywhere near amazing right now but I believe, in 30 years time I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aiming to be amazing doesn’t mean one can neglect the small things and closers things of course. Exams of secondary school level for example. It may be a small thing but at my stage of life, it’s something I must go through well. I’ll be taking my driving license on the 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. According to my instructor my progress is better than other students which means most probably I’ll pass. Well, I shall end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One is not born amazing, one pursues to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-4810540411611337762?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/4810540411611337762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=4810540411611337762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/4810540411611337762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/4810540411611337762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/05/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-1093075841816250500</id><published>2008-05-08T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:26:49.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tcnj.edu/%7Egoldschm/technical_writing-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.tcnj.edu/%7Egoldschm/technical_writing-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s the exam period now so lets talk about exams. I’ve been through this topic in my old blog but that doesn’t affect this post. During this examination period I’ve been much more free than usual. Sure, some time is needed to be put on studies but how long can you study in one day? There’s a limit is there not? Well, I only can take maybe 4 hours per day maximum. Together with the fact that I study at night, I have the whole day to relax. By night I mean after 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m very relaxed during exam period. Well, first of all a relaxed mind is better both in studying and doing the exam. Secondly, there’s no purpose for me to be stressed up. I didn’t study the last few months. I could’ve done continuous studying and be the top few students in school but I didn’t. It’s a matter of choice what results you want to get. Anyone can score and get good results. It’s just whether you’re willing to put in the effort needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow is Chemistry test. I’m fairly well with practical stuff but without remembering all the stupid things that needs to be, most of it are useless. Up till now it’s my choice not to get good results in Chemistry. Never regret on what you’ve done and what you did not do. So I’ll accept that I can’t score for Chemistry and just do and see how far I can reach with studying in the next few hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People who did study but say they never study sure die like Zhi Yang. SHUT UP WEI. I understand one should be humble at times but dude, this is too much wei. This is totally related and I'll end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Results only come with effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-1093075841816250500?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/1093075841816250500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=1093075841816250500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/1093075841816250500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/1093075841816250500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/05/exam.html' title='Exam'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-2545128797858747026</id><published>2008-05-05T01:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:53:47.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mymanmitt.com/mitt-romney/uploaded_images/brain-763982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.mymanmitt.com/mitt-romney/uploaded_images/brain-763982.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Intelligent, I’ve been called that. So have I been called stupid, blur, average, smart, genius as well as god. Of course the god one is just a joke but well all the others are not. In the case of stupid, I believe almost everyone has done stupid things in their lives right? There’s always times where one tends to be stupid and does stupid thinks. There’s always time one tends to let go of some stuff from thinking and for me that goes for half of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m definitely blur at many times. It’s just because I’m lack of self-confidence plus I’m afraid that I do wrong. Average, one can never be good in everything right? Of course there are areas where you got to be average or even below average which in my case knowledge and language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ve been called intelligent for being able to obtain good result even not studying much(Maybe 3-6 hours 1 subject). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As for smart, well I don’t know there are many people who see that or just some but I won’t say why. I don’t think there’s a need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the genius case, well there are people saying I am. With that of course I won’t leave out the very prestigious high IQ society, &lt;a href="http://www.mensa.org/"&gt;Mensa Society&lt;/a&gt; which has a branch in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.malaysianmensa.org/"&gt;Malaysian Mensa Society&lt;/a&gt;. Somehow many students don’t know this society. Only a few that actually knows a lot does.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.malaysianmensa.org/templates/dabronze/images/logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.malaysianmensa.org/templates/dabronze/images/logo.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congratulations! It is our pleasure to inform you that you have obtained a test score of 180 on the Ravens Advanced Progressive Matrices Scale. This score places you at the &lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;98&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt; percentile for individuals in the normative (standardisation) group, which also qualifies you to join the Malaysian Mensa Society......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;That's what written in the letter sent to me after I took the test. The only reason I didn't scan the paper is because I've got no scanner. 180 is the maximum score and &lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;98&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt; percentile means the top two percent. But then, till the end. I still doubt I'm a genius. I only believe I'm gifted but whether I am or not I don't think it really matters. It doesn't change my dreams and aims. However bad people criticize you shouldn't matter. Everyone has their own talent. Never is a person born useless. Believe in yourself and strive for your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-2545128797858747026?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/2545128797858747026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=2545128797858747026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/2545128797858747026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/2545128797858747026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/05/intelligent.html' title='Intelligent'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-387643666815560501</id><published>2008-05-03T20:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:54:37.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most students have their lives revolving around their school and that includes me. The people they know, the events that happen, the happy and sad memories they have, most of it are from the school. Of course not forgetting problems which are unwanted but people still have and create them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s a great place where went do stupid things when we’re really bored. For example something like a Chi Gu Pah Challenge.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SBxcRVJVTnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gJXEuhnNMy8/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SBxcRVJVTnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gJXEuhnNMy8/s320/DSC00140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196129522882530930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But then we felt it's not enough playing singles games and went on to the game of doubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SBxclVJVToI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wyiOi5aXvCE/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SBxclVJVToI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wyiOi5aXvCE/s320/DSC00142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196129866479914626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it was still boring. What else can we do? Since we're in the lab lets get some chemicals. And so,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SBxflVJVTsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zD7pipuR1kE/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SBxflVJVTsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zD7pipuR1kE/s200/DSC00145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196133165014798018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SBxf3VJVTtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oyr27qkwJBQ/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SBxf3VJVTtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oyr27qkwJBQ/s200/DSC00146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196133474252443346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SBxhb1JVTuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MVoAQPqtZUE/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SBxhb1JVTuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MVoAQPqtZUE/s200/DSC00144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196135200829296354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No we're not crazy enough to drink it. We're just smelling them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SBxiUVJVTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0r1WA7OP27g/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SBxiUVJVTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0r1WA7OP27g/s200/DSC00149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196136171491905282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SBxiUVJVTvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oZntboL4JLY/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SBxiUVJVTvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oZntboL4JLY/s200/DSC00148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196136171491905266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before going home our 2nd place singles winner and 1st place doubles winner Mr. Fong Kah Ken requested for his photo and so here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on, my phone got stolen by some fella in school as well. I only owned it for a few weeks and it's gone. I was going to investigate but well, I'll let it go. I won't get any evidence anyway, I don't have what I need to investigate. But if I find out who did this, I don't think I need to elaborate on that. Unless of course the fella give me back my phone or pay me back for my phone then I'll let him/her go. Of course if I catch the fella in action then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And on I'll go to the very popular love. Can student love actually be true? That is a question many people ask and wonder. Well, I believe it depends on the person and not how old a person is but who am I to say anything? I'm just a student myself and I have never had a girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've seen many getting together and breaking ups from people around me as if it's a natural process. Well, I personally hope my 1st to be my very last and I believe it's possible even if it start from student life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Many times guys worry very much about girls during school days. Girls I don't know so I won't give any comment on that. I've had my mind troubled by girls as well but now I realize, why worry? Well, I will still go for girls if I'm sure of my feelings. I don't now so I won't but well who knows when I will? For the issue of love, I would say what I told Thomas, just do what your heart tells you to. And once again, I'm nobody to say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This post is quite meaningless actually, will have update again soon. Definitely won't abandon this blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-387643666815560501?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/387643666815560501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=387643666815560501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/387643666815560501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/387643666815560501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/05/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SBxcRVJVTnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gJXEuhnNMy8/s72-c/DSC00140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-648759050375058226</id><published>2008-04-23T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:14:34.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SA4OrVJVTlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IprwsOFJrP4/s1600-h/Pocketwatch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SA4OrVJVTlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IprwsOFJrP4/s320/Pocketwatch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192103557978213970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once again I left my blog alone for a month. Reason? Well, when I’m emotionally unstable I choose not to blog because there’re too many emotions in me. I mean, if I were to blog I can’t decide what emotion to write with. Every post I write with my heart so there’s emotion within them and writing when having confusion of emotion will just cause the post to have confusion as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As this month goes by I felt some changes in myself somehow. Minor or major, I don’t know but I know it is changes I want. As time go by many things changes whether you like it or not. That’s how life is, it revolves with the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think it’s time I start being serious on things now. It’s time to switch off my lazy mode and turn on my hardcore mode. It’s time for the hibernated 101% to come out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As time continue going by I hope I’ll continue to change as well and get to where I want to be. One’s rising can begin anywhere and it feels like this is the time for me. I’ve been down on something and I hope I won’t be anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope it’s all true this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-648759050375058226?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/648759050375058226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=648759050375058226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/648759050375058226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/648759050375058226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/04/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/SA4OrVJVTlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IprwsOFJrP4/s72-c/Pocketwatch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-2635198036474924015</id><published>2008-03-23T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:57:42.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R-Zhjw2bGKI/AAAAAAAAADs/kcuN1fSueCk/s1600-h/lcbc24-7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R-Zhjw2bGKI/AAAAAAAAADs/kcuN1fSueCk/s320/lcbc24-7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180935688372820130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever tried looking back to the start of your life until now? Have you ever thought what if something were to never have happened or never have appeared in you life? Well, I have numerous times and there happens to be a lot of people who happen to be really important in my life. The people who without I would’ve just been quite a useless person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People who revolve around your life, even a person who told you only one statement could be very important in your life. Just one statement could make a very big impact in a person’s life. I’m glad that these people are in my life. I couldn’t imagine what I could have been without these people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My grandparents, although one of them left me few years back, they’ve been really kind to me. They thought me a lot on their life stories and also passed down the kind heart to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My parents, how can I be here without them right? Well, my dad thought me a lot on his lectures. He’s a man who reasons and I respect him for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My brothers, without them I wouldn’t have done anything to improve my physical fitness. They guided me through my early stages of life. Fights are inevitable among brothers but in the end we’re still brothers who support each other even though we don’t show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Terrence Goh, my oldest friend. It’s been 12 or 13 years since we’ve known each other. Without him I’d just be an ordinary quiet student in my primary days. Following him has allowed me to not stay in the corners unnoticed. Though we aren’t that close anymore, he’s still a good friend of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teng Han Liang, we don’t go that far back compared to Terrence but we still go quite a while back. We go like 7-8 years back. I used to stay behind him in many things. He’s one of those who were noticed and having posts in many things while I was just some ordinary guy nobody knows. So all the while I was like being his assistant and get a bit noticed as well. Besides that, we shared ups and downs together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lee Jun Hsien, we don’t go way back it’s just 3-4 years. I don’t recall us sharing ups and downs but instead he’s been helping me in my down times. He’s a real good friend of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chew Chien Loong, Lim Chong Sheng, Jerrard Leong, Kong Zhuo Li, and Jun Hsien. Our moments together as the school volleyball team this 3 years were priceless. We’re always buddies man. Other volleyballer, though we don’t go that far back, It’s still priceless our days training together and through MSSD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lee Kin Meng, Ong Dao Shen and Khor Zhi Yang. These 2 years in Ixora we’ve build up our friendship. Now we’re like 4 buddies in the corner. Especially Dao Shen who’s beside me, our thinking is like so similar. We’re definitely real buddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caely See Yen Boon, she’s the only female who I’m actually writing. We’ve never been buddies in fact now I don’t know what are we. During my form 3 year I actually stopped my scouting activities but during form 4 years I actually followed her back into scouts. End up I found things that make me want to stay. I really have to thank her for that. Though the time we were actually friends who hangs out with each other was only a few months, those were great moments. I do hope we could be like last time but I guess it’s not possible but then I really hope we could at least be real friends. I know I always will take you as 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My other friends I could not possibly write all of you but well, all of my friends are important for me. Thank you I would like to say to all my friends and all those I wrote above. Without you all, I’m nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;  YU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-2635198036474924015?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/2635198036474924015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=2635198036474924015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/2635198036474924015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/2635198036474924015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/03/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R-Zhjw2bGKI/AAAAAAAAADs/kcuN1fSueCk/s72-c/lcbc24-7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-5745726929919449264</id><published>2008-03-09T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:50:48.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed - Have I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This blog has been left alone for a month now. It’s not because I’m busy although I have been busy in the past month. So basically what made me stop writing for a month? It’s the many things going through my mind as things happened. I haven’t been feeling right these days. To be honest I’m kind of lost. I’ve always tried to view far, look at the far end of things but I tend to forget what’s near. I try to be someone in the future but now, in the process what have I become?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a person lacking of self-confidence very much. I try to change that or at least appear to others as not but I’ve lost myself. I became arrogant. I didn’t realize that, I thought I only gained a little arrogance but didn’t realize it grew in time. Maybe people do see me as more confident but with the prize of having arrogance which causes dislike on people? I don’t want that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ve been reviewing myself on ability too much that I’ve forgotten my personality. I’ve been to full of every ability of mine. That can’t happen and I won’t let it happen anymore. But however, I need help. I need to know what has gone wrong with me or what is always wrong with me, my personality. Just honestly tell me, I don’t mind bad comments. I just wish to know, that’s all. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Damian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-5745726929919449264?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/5745726929919449264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=5745726929919449264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/5745726929919449264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/5745726929919449264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/03/changed-have-i.html' title='Changed - Have I?'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-1668227550566357713</id><published>2008-02-06T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T01:18:54.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://freethumbs.dreamstime.com/196/big/free_1965564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://freethumbs.dreamstime.com/196/big/free_1965564.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:14;" &gt;What makes a person gets hated? What makes a person gets disliked? Many reasons can actually cause so. Usual points would be bad personalities, annoying and disrespectful words or actions. Of course, as I said this is usual points not all the points. There are numerous reasons for one to get hated or disliked. I wish to know why would I get hated or disliked as well. At least I know where people think I have problem in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:14;" &gt;To be hated by a stranger I would feel slight discomfort but to be hated by a friend or someone closer that would really be painful. I wish to know what the reason but I wish more that the hate could be gone. To feel pain is never a good thing and to cause it is never as well. If it causes more than that but also things like inconvenience and all, the more the reason to get it settled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damian Leong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-1668227550566357713?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/1668227550566357713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=1668227550566357713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/1668227550566357713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/1668227550566357713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/02/hate.html' title='Hate'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-4079671746563322225</id><published>2008-01-27T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:27:41.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Views</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/3e/Hawk_eye.jpg/772px-Hawk_eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/3e/Hawk_eye.jpg/772px-Hawk_eye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People’s views change many times as time passes as people grow though how much it changes and how many times it does differ among people. Many things I see, many things I thought, many things within me has differ. When we were still young kids almost all the guys will have a ‘policemen’ as their top 3 ambition but as they grow up and see things differently, the number of those people who plan to have their profession as a policemen will be only a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many times there are a lot of things I tend to not see in other views due to my stubbornness of believing my 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; view is right even when it is not. Different people look at things in different views as well. To judge people in 1 view is quite a stupid thing to do. Every time I try to judge people I will like into every view that I can think of before judging that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stepping into this year there’s a few views that I managed to see in a few things as well. A few things I realized as I was able to see these views. About love itself I realized a few things. That it is really not necessary to have the person love you back and it is most important that they’re happy. The other thing I guess I wouldn’t write it out here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Damian Leong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-4079671746563322225?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/4079671746563322225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=4079671746563322225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/4079671746563322225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/4079671746563322225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/01/views.html' title='Views'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-8383192999436813872</id><published>2008-01-20T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T01:38:38.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Direction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.stockxpert.com/pic/m/h/ha/haveseen/280887_96036252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 147px;" src="http://images.stockxpert.com/pic/m/h/ha/haveseen/280887_96036252.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The use of a compass is to tell you directions but if you do not know which direction to head, a compass is more or less useless. It’s like in life, even if we know which paths are good for career opportunity but if we don’t know what we want then it’s basically useless. I never support people to think about what they can work as to get rich or have a stable job with good pay. To have your interest as your job is always what I want and advice others to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m actually a bit lost now. I don’t really know what I actually want now. I feel discomfort of wanting to do something but I don’t know what. The only thing I know I want to do now is to achieve something special. To be recognized, acknowledged as someone special. But what can I do that's special?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-8383192999436813872?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/8383192999436813872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=8383192999436813872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/8383192999436813872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/8383192999436813872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/01/use-of-compass-is-to-tell-you.html' title='Direction'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-3953707718721152432</id><published>2008-01-09T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:31:27.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I won’t be able to post whenever I want anymore. I have to write privately now not letting anyone know I’m still doing it and I might be busy sometimes. So basically I’ll be late writing about any events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/4c/Malaysia.airlines.b747-400.9m-mph.arp.jpg/800px-Malaysia.airlines.b747-400.9m-mph.arp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/4c/Malaysia.airlines.b747-400.9m-mph.arp.jpg/800px-Malaysia.airlines.b747-400.9m-mph.arp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly the resuming of school life, well it’s not much difference. People didn’t really change and the class is still divided into and island, mainland, ocean, sea and boats. I’ve always dreamed of uniting the class into just 1 land but I realize I’m just a small raft. I can’t go to the ocean or the sea always, when there’s wave I’ll drown. Hope I can turn into a ship soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, I went &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Shanghai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; on the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; day of school and skipped 3 days of school just for the trip. The trip was 5 days by the way. It was for my cousin’s wedding mainly. He’s an Australian guy marrying a &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Shanghai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; girl. In &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Shanghai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; it’s a bit hard for me to communicate. You can hardly find people who can speak English. Oh, and their &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is so POWDERFUL! Check this out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4Tydvsz5aI/AAAAAAAAACs/RE-PDYN_ouE/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4Tydvsz5aI/AAAAAAAAACs/RE-PDYN_ouE/s320/P1010019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153510466453235106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok now, a picture speaks a thousand words. Pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4TziPsz5hI/AAAAAAAAADk/w8X_8hC3-rg/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4TziPsz5hI/AAAAAAAAADk/w8X_8hC3-rg/s320/P1010011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153511643274274322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2 star hotel I stayed in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4Tyd_sz5bI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hbMmRitcFdY/s1600-h/P1010052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4Tyd_sz5bI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hbMmRitcFdY/s320/P1010052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153510470748202418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin Darren, his in-laws and the bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4TyePsz5cI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kby69WdoVWM/s1600-h/P1010060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4TyePsz5cI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kby69WdoVWM/s320/P1010060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153510475043169730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bride and groom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4Tyrfsz5fI/AAAAAAAAADU/rwljXvg9GR0/s1600-h/P1010121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4Tyrfsz5fI/AAAAAAAAADU/rwljXvg9GR0/s320/P1010121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153510702676436466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day after the wedding we went here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4TyePsz5dI/AAAAAAAAADE/5mjM6JnCK5k/s1600-h/P1010096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4TyePsz5dI/AAAAAAAAADE/5mjM6JnCK5k/s320/P1010096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153510475043169746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too bad it was too misty I couldn't take any picture of the view up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4TyrPsz5eI/AAAAAAAAADM/Rg7Rq1GuHVM/s1600-h/P1010102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4TyrPsz5eI/AAAAAAAAADM/Rg7Rq1GuHVM/s320/P1010102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153510698381469154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin sister, Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4Tydvsz5ZI/AAAAAAAAACk/F4a0gPtO5L8/s1600-h/IMAGE_063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4Tydvsz5ZI/AAAAAAAAACk/F4a0gPtO5L8/s320/IMAGE_063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153510466453235090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quite a good view but camera ran out of battery. Had to use my brother's phone to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4Tyrfsz5gI/AAAAAAAAADc/aelq2c8LqJU/s1600-h/P1010125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4Tyrfsz5gI/AAAAAAAAADc/aelq2c8LqJU/s320/P1010125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153510702676436482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The leaving day there was nothing to do. Therefore I took picture of myself through the mirror and together with me taking the room as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Back to reality now. No more holidays and all. Time to start working on the many stuff I need to or want to work on. An escape from reality once in a while is great. Refreshes your mind and gives you different views on things. But then again, if the time isn't that right when you come back many things you'll be blur. Alright, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Damian Leong&lt;/span&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/6967119578852172713-3953707718721152432?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/3953707718721152432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=3953707718721152432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/3953707718721152432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/3953707718721152432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/01/return.html' title='Return'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R4Tydvsz5aI/AAAAAAAAACs/RE-PDYN_ouE/s72-c/P1010019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-89205804658464354</id><published>2008-01-02T02:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T02:32:56.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R3qG2vsz5YI/AAAAAAAAACc/4UJOkDqt4U8/s1600-h/Fireworks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R3qG2vsz5YI/AAAAAAAAACc/4UJOkDqt4U8/s320/Fireworks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150577398927058306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2008, I’m a day late to talk about New Year aren’t I? Well, no matter late is better than never. 2007 was a great year for me I’ll say. For one who has lived the past 15 years in peaceful uneventful land, 2007 was like going to the rough ocean. Now, it’s the year 2008 already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before 2007 I was basically a nobody. I was practically just a normal quiet student who does nothing but play and study (not to say I study much though). Until 2007 I start to be more noticeable. I was back into scouts then getting a QM post, going for interact meetings then getting a membership director post, somehow got to be an assistant monitor although quite a useless one, realizing my interests thus planning future becomes possible and change due to certain reasons. Certain reasons not just a few though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those are basically the main things for me in 2007. Now in 2008 I just wish change in the way I want. I can’t see myself being successful yet but I’ll definitely keep trying. Being form 5 next year many of my same age friends are planning to put priority on SPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m really sick of hearing people saying about SPM. My priority is on changing to be able to lead and not be a wimp. I won’t neglect my studies till I fail my subject but it’s not my priority to get straight A. It’s not even in my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are certain things I realized in this New Year though I will not write out what is it. If asked I might tell but it’s only a ‘might’. Ahh, getting a bit too long. Wasn’t planning to write so long, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Damian Leong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-89205804658464354?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/89205804658464354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=89205804658464354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/89205804658464354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/89205804658464354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R3qG2vsz5YI/AAAAAAAAACc/4UJOkDqt4U8/s72-c/Fireworks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-5193629945721548879</id><published>2007-12-31T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T02:33:26.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending-Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R3fHWPsz5XI/AAAAAAAAACU/A9HZL4ayp5k/s1600-h/The_Beginning_and_the_End_by_ridethespiral1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R3fHWPsz5XI/AAAAAAAAACU/A9HZL4ayp5k/s320/The_Beginning_and_the_End_by_ridethespiral1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149803883906983282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The clock ticks into 31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; of December. It’s the last day of the year. Look at the picture, is it sunset which symbolizes the end or is it sunrise which symbolizes the beginning? It’s up to your own decision what it is. At every end is a new beginning, the year will end and a new one will begin. I ended my blog but I begin this new one. As if I’ll stop writing. In you dreams I will. I officially declare this new blog open and start the attempt to change the blogging style along with changing myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To end is not always easy. There are always things that are hard to end but there are some things we should end for our good. To end something you have to get your entire mind on it. If you subconsciously still do not want to end it, probably it will not. More is for you to think. Will not write too much. Thank you very much and please do drop by every now end then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Damian Leong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;p.s Ignore the first 2 posts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-5193629945721548879?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/5193629945721548879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=5193629945721548879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/5193629945721548879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/5193629945721548879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2007/12/ending-beginning.html' title='Ending-Beginning'/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R3fHWPsz5XI/AAAAAAAAACU/A9HZL4ayp5k/s72-c/The_Beginning_and_the_End_by_ridethespiral1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-3012790988718017489</id><published>2007-12-20T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:27:02.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R2onIfsz5VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zJQ4u7PNayM/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R2onIfsz5VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zJQ4u7PNayM/s320/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145968551126099282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R2onIfsz5WI/AAAAAAAAACA/hZXQbd4WlZU/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R2onIfsz5WI/AAAAAAAAACA/hZXQbd4WlZU/s320/2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145968551126099298" 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/6967119578852172713-3012790988718017489?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/3012790988718017489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=3012790988718017489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/3012790988718017489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/3012790988718017489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Damian Leong Wai Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07436831321414735925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_k10Pot8x4Kc/R2onIfsz5VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zJQ4u7PNayM/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6967119578852172713.post-5604155438908469688</id><published>2007-12-14T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:58:59.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginning? Not yet</title><content type='html'>This blog site might be here but it's still under construction. No post will come before the change so just chill and wait. The beginning is soon, please come back after it's done. The beginning of a new start approaches. What will change even I do not know yet. Seventeen, I await this age will full anticipation though probably I'll start before that. Maybe I'll even start before I end. Well, that's it. It's construction time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6967119578852172713-5604155438908469688?l=17-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/feeds/5604155438908469688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6967119578852172713&amp;postID=5604155438908469688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/5604155438908469688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6967119578852172713/posts/default/5604155438908469688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-18.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-beginning-not-yet.html' title='New Beginning? 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