<?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-7799794</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:29:01.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>360</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-5099845890927649537</id><published>2007-11-06T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:14:28.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moved to livejournal! steel_biscuit&lt;br /&gt;sacrificing tagboard for locking function.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-5099845890927649537?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/5099845890927649537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=5099845890927649537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5099845890927649537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5099845890927649537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/11/moved-to-livejournal-steelbiscuit.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-84203401628039351</id><published>2007-10-16T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:21:57.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dooo weeeegs.</title><content type='html'>are you ready are you ready are you ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. high five. but now's the time to turn on the heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up wake up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-84203401628039351?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/84203401628039351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=84203401628039351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/84203401628039351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/84203401628039351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/10/dooo-weeeegs.html' title='dooo weeeegs.'/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-5139635201822221628</id><published>2007-10-01T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:40:51.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-30</title><content type='html'>30 more days. mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;planning is all it will take. and oh ya, abit of work la.&lt;br /&gt;good luck to all my friends taking the As. give it your best shot, it's like "the most important exam i'll ever take in my life" &lt;strong&gt;for now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan well, space it out. most importantly, don't burn out. though i don't really know what that is, it sounds awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me it'll be a matter of not playing too much, and not getting distracted. cos for some reason, no matter how impt the exam is..like the Os, i found myself playing ard till it was 2-3weeks to the Os. so...self restraint! limited computer n tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck everyone. to the guys: just whack your brain as much as u can. it'll have 2 years to rest after that. so...use it while u can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-5139635201822221628?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/5139635201822221628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=5139635201822221628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5139635201822221628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5139635201822221628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/10/t-30.html' title='T-30'/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-6728220868482017892</id><published>2007-09-19T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T20:40:28.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's still bio and chem mcqs to go&lt;br /&gt;but oh crap, i just really can't take it anymore. don't feel like studying. haha it's not like i've been studying real hard the past few weeks, it's just that i've been cramming too much -the day before-. for the exam period i've been cramming entire syllabi into the void up there. though it's been somewhat effective in achieving its goal of multiplying my knowledge xx on each subject, it's also taken a major toll on my head. i found myself shivering while 'chiong-mugging' for bio and chem. yesterday, especially. and ya, i was &lt;i&gt;shivering&lt;/i&gt;. damn weird. it's like a studying 'high', when info is just flowing through ur head at about 4 topics per hour -.- lol as weird as it sounds...it's been bugging me the past week.&lt;br /&gt;haven't been able to sleep well either. true that i've been getting my dose of an average of 8hrs a day..but! i keep waking up in the middle of the night. and when i wake up, i go "oh crap. ok lemme try to recall something i crammed a few hours ago". and i end up with totally weird answers. the night before econs essays i half dream about writing differential equations in my essays. and yeah im quite sure i was dreaming. cos altho i knew that it's not something i'm supposed to be doing, i couldn't control the thought. and i had similar screwed up nights last night, monday, last friday...argh my head's all messed up. one of the worst feelings, to me, is when im mentally drained but physically quite hyper. gets the body confused. at least when you're tired both physically and mentally, you can go to sleep peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, prelims. painful lessons learnt. i wholely under-estimated maths. esp stats, which killed me today. i ended up doing several questions twice...well ok, partly due to my lousy reading skills, but argh. haven't been practising anything! i can only remember practising binomial and poisson about 2 weeks ago. and oh i totally forgot that the 'stats' paper is 40% pure maths. so i got slaughtered by an easy vectors question, destroyed by complex numbers...ARGH my only worthy A! down the drain out the window into the toilet bowl. damn sad. i guess that's why i'm here. writing rubbish. complaining like a girl. oops. ok i feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo i feel so sad that i'm not going to own for prelims like i've always pictured it would be. but i really can't complain cos i didn't put in the effort. about 5 weeks more...i have to really time things well now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-6728220868482017892?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/6728220868482017892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=6728220868482017892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/6728220868482017892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/6728220868482017892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/09/theres-still-bio-and-chem-mcqs-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-8606746411837500624</id><published>2007-09-05T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:43:26.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>X_X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-8606746411837500624?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8606746411837500624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=8606746411837500624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8606746411837500624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8606746411837500624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/09/xx.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-6596272708783966512</id><published>2007-08-29T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:13:03.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11 more days! for some reason my subconscience thinks that there's still a good 2 weeks. im dead la. only did one chapter of maths today. i think i have to rethink my study plan. at first my plan was to re-do all tutorials. but looking at things, i'll have to can that. i think i have just enough time to go through weaker topics and scan through o.k. ones, then chiong for prelim papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d(progress)/dt=0.001&lt;br /&gt;P(complete revision in time)=0.1&lt;br /&gt;oh no oh no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-6596272708783966512?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/6596272708783966512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=6596272708783966512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/6596272708783966512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/6596272708783966512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/08/11-more-days-for-some-reason-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-994894465406724835</id><published>2007-08-20T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:55:13.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>noooooooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>there was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend. One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. She could then see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, "Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind, too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears. Later, the girl received a letter from him that said, "Just take care of my eyes please."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-994894465406724835?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/994894465406724835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=994894465406724835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/994894465406724835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/994894465406724835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/08/noooooooooooooooo.html' title='noooooooooooooooo'/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-7507632599186962050</id><published>2007-08-19T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T00:16:33.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i came across a really inspirational quote today. here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When life is hard, nap." -(Anon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-7507632599186962050?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/7507632599186962050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=7507632599186962050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/7507632599186962050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/7507632599186962050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-came-across-really-inspirational.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-2375368846001421679</id><published>2007-08-10T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:41:40.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh noooo i wasted the break. ok maybe not, i managed to read up on some stuff which i think will help my gp abit! but it sucks when i realise that i havent touched BCM at all, and i have only just started to do abit of E. it's ok. i think my plan right now is to pull up my gp and econs first, cos it's much easier to catch up in BCM later on. in fact, if i were to mug like, organic chem now, i'll prolly forget it within a week or so. on the other hand, gp and econs stuff needs more time to sink in. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaand oh i just counted. i had 3 compres and 3 essays to complete this week. one set from mah gp tutor in sch, one set fr gp clinic, and one set fr gp tutor at home.. voila. mixed feelings here though. i think about the SIX x 1.5hrs of sitting down without fidgeting and i groan. then i think about how close gp is and suddenly, i feel so happy that i have the chance to practise. zzz. only one set completed so far. zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have started whipping out nescafe. sacrifice teeth colour tone for mugging stamina. hm. i think caffeine has more of a psychological effect on me. doesnt really keep me awake if i feel lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i'm gonna be 18 soon. have no plans to celebrate though..cos i think everyone's busy and i don't really have the energy to throw a party or anything. haha so much for &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i deeply regret. my mal-filing practices. i just cannot seem to keep a file updated. and the mistake is starting to take its toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ndp was boring. gets more boring every year. maybe cos i get increasingly cheesed off by the special performance they have each year. i.e. this yr's one of that red fish skater guy. ohhhhhhhhhh i didn't even want to eat in front of the tv. which caused me to miss the fireworks. ok lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-2375368846001421679?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/2375368846001421679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=2375368846001421679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/2375368846001421679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/2375368846001421679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-noooo-i-wasted-break.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-8966702967512591130</id><published>2007-08-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:11:34.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no. i did 28 points for NAPFA. sniff. on par with the worst i've ever done. all cos of ze 2.4! 11.41=C. but ah, i'm quite proud of myself for not giving up at all. in fact i'd say that 11.41 is like pretty good for this guy who hasn't run a distance above 800m at a go for over a year (since last napfa). yeah btw 800m= warm up for trainings.&lt;br /&gt;but mm! my springs r still intact, managed a 273 jump. and 8.8 for shuttle, abit slower now but not bad considering we went to do it on the track and i have this phobia of doing shuttle run on the track. the last time i did it on the track my shoes tore into half. the time before &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; incident, i went to burn my fingers till they bled, cos i use my fingers to break too.&lt;br /&gt;ok enough napfa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had this 3-hr gp marathon. first, i have to admit that i was looking forward to it. second, i have to admit that i enjoyed it. we did philo &amp; sci.&lt;br /&gt;and i've realised this many times before but only now do i feel that i should have done something about it a long time ago- that is, i like the arts alot more. and in particular, philo. unfortunately, as the passage we discussed in class mentions, philo and the arts are greatly marginalised today. and so, i never really had access/a calculated choice as to whether i'd want to pursue sciency or artsy stuff. anyway i don't think i would have scored in arts. and isn't it all about the grades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i don't exactly regret the choice i've made. i think that sci and philo actually go damn well hand-in-hand. despite all their differences and conflicts, they seem to fit well together. it's all about when to apply what. (edit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking. people used to believe that everything was made of the four elements: earth, fire, air and water. hahah come to think of it, isnt it true? ok sorry it's 12:23AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must spend the 6-day break i have wisely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-8966702967512591130?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8966702967512591130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=8966702967512591130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8966702967512591130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8966702967512591130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-2772916351868121021</id><published>2007-08-04T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T15:20:22.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't quit! unless you're taking drugs.</title><content type='html'>hmm, seen this poem a few times, but i need to be reminded of it now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,&lt;br /&gt;When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,&lt;br /&gt;When the funds are low, and the debts are high,&lt;br /&gt;And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,&lt;br /&gt;When care is pressing you down a bit,&lt;br /&gt;Rest if you must, but don't you quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is queer with its twists and turns,&lt;br /&gt;As everyone of us sometimes learns,&lt;br /&gt;And many a failure turns about,&lt;br /&gt;when he might have won had he stuck it out;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up though the pace seems slow,&lt;br /&gt;You may succeed with another blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is failure turned inside out,&lt;br /&gt;The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;And you never can tell how close you are,&lt;br /&gt;It may be near when it seems so far;&lt;br /&gt;So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,&lt;br /&gt;It's when things seem worst, that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Must Not Quit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ C. W. Longenecker ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm i wanted to highlight certain parts of this poem which made more sense to me but then i realised i'd end up highlighting the whole poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;academics-wise, i've always only bothered about my maths and science. it all fits- there may be different ways to add and multiply numbers but the answer always turns out to be the same. science is presented to us as gospel: it is fact, it is truth. we mug and regurgitate it. no need to think beyond these perimeters, no need to &lt;em&gt;evaluate&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have only recently realised how important a subject like gp is. i've been living in this hole! i hope i don't sound _______ when i push some of the blame to the education i've been given. of course the majority of my ignorance is self-afflicted. but much greater emphasis should have been given to "what's actually happening in the real world out there" when i was younger. maybe that would have sparked off some kind of interest in things that would allow me to -survive- better out there. but ya la, my fault :p&lt;br /&gt;better late than never, but late nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my life, i'm going to be taking an exam that i will have to put alot of effort into...if i want to do something which i will probably be doing for the rest of my life. the psle and Os don't count because affiliations have always been there to safe-guard my near future. but now, it's sort of like i'm on my own. and it is scary to realise that all this laziness and ignorance that i have been so carefully nurturing all this while may just turn around and slap me in my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very little time left. when will i truly wake up? hopefully not when i get slapped. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-2772916351868121021?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/2772916351868121021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=2772916351868121021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/2772916351868121021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/2772916351868121021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-quit-unless-youre-taking-drugs.html' title='Don&apos;t quit! unless you&apos;re taking drugs.'/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-803936072535605354</id><published>2007-07-30T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:58:32.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once i started, i couldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;and that's how i came to spend half a day cleaning out my room.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, the horror&lt;br /&gt;the dust&lt;br /&gt;the clouds of dust&lt;br /&gt;i have never seen such huge colonies of dust before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup this happens about once every year...usually when i feel like getting down to study mode cos of the year-ends. and then i take a look around and just get so disgusted at the mess i've accumulated the past year...and get so grossed out that i start cleaning my table, then the cupboard, then the walls, the floor, every corner. i'd whip out the vacuum, then wipe the floor by hand. and then re-arrange the furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i feel renewed, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random rant: i'm damn angry at McDonald's. had a fillet o fish burger today. we all know that stealth inflation's happenin but walao, they did it so obviously today! they gave me half a slice of cheese!^#$^@#&amp;^@#&amp; gimme less mayo don't gimme half a slice of cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoilt my mood. bb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-803936072535605354?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/803936072535605354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=803936072535605354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/803936072535605354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/803936072535605354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/07/once-i-started-i-couldnt-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-4578264171098392130</id><published>2007-07-19T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:44:49.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Track and Field finals 2007</title><content type='html'>it all ended yesterday! at least for me. to my juniors: it will be over very, very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm yesterday's finals were quite different from other finals, in the sense that the atmosphere wasn't that heavy? i dunno. at least to me, it wasn't. but weirdly enough, it was the most exciting one i've been to. but hmm. isn't it excitement that's supposed to create the heavy atmosphere? ok bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the guys got silver, the girls got gold. really happy for the girls! happy that t&amp;f can contribute to RJ's gold rush too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, it's over for us seniors. i think we're all still quite excited, and it'll take about a week before we actually realise that we don't have to train anymore- and look at the sad side of it. boo i think i'm gonna get like fattish and smallish now. i realised that i don't have much willpower when it comes to going out to get exercise. at most i'll exercise at home in my room where there's no fresh air. that's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track and field. the past two years for me have been...hmm! cannot be described in one word. all the fun, excitement, amusement, stress i've had. getting demoralised by bad throws. the joy of getting a nice throw! the feeling of adrenaline rushing through my body during throws/weights. being tired after training. wearing tights! lol. feeling useless and loserish after being pushed around by juniors. feeling sad that i can't scold people who deserve to get a good scolding. feeling accomplished after meeting my goals! getting injured in all the different places of my anatomy. getting injured mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite a relief that it's all over! i don't think i could take another year of it. too much stress. i guess it comes with the duty of being the captain-someone's gonna have to take the blows, right? good luck to my juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's now time to tackle the As, and look ahead. lately i've been wondering about whether i really want to pursue medicine, and whether i'm suited for it. as the time to make the decision draws closer...it just gets harder. i don't plan to do something that i don't totally want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, time to get down to studying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-4578264171098392130?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/4578264171098392130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=4578264171098392130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/4578264171098392130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/4578264171098392130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/07/track-and-field-finals-2007.html' title='Track and Field finals 2007'/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-6403892164352953766</id><published>2007-07-15T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:39:11.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo check out my new chemistry prelims count-down. ripped it off the chemistry blog. 55days! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-6403892164352953766?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/6403892164352953766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=6403892164352953766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/6403892164352953766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/6403892164352953766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/07/woohoo-check-out-my-new-chemistry.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-1711660145795213910</id><published>2007-07-14T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:34:04.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok sorry for the following obscene joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A skinny little white guy goes into an elevator,&lt;br /&gt;looks up and sees this HUGE black guy &lt;br /&gt;standing next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The big guy sees the little guy staring at him so he&lt;br /&gt;looks down and says: "7  feet tall, 350 pounds, &lt;br /&gt;20 inch privates, 3 pound  left testicle,&lt;br /&gt;3 pound right  testicle, Turner Brown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The little white fellow faints and falls to the&lt;br /&gt;floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big guy kneels down and brings him to, shaking&lt;br /&gt;him. The big guy says,&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a weak voice the litle guys says," What EXACTLY&lt;br /&gt;did you say to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The big dude says, "I saw your curious look and&lt;br /&gt;figured I'd just give you the answers to the&lt;br /&gt;questions everyone always asks&lt;br /&gt;me. I'm 7 feet tall, I weigh 350 pounds,&lt;br /&gt;I have a 20 inch private, my&lt;br /&gt;left testicle weighs 3 pounds, my right&lt;br /&gt;testicle weighs 3 pounds, and my&lt;br /&gt;name is Turner Brown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The small guy says, "Turner Brown?... I&lt;br /&gt;thought you said, "Turn around".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-1711660145795213910?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/1711660145795213910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=1711660145795213910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/1711660145795213910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/1711660145795213910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-sorry-for-following-obscene-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-4779803218489658721</id><published>2007-07-09T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:48:54.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no more throwing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got 4th today with an utterly disappointing distance. i was too nervous to execute a proper throw. as always. my greatest weakness!! oh well. it's all over. i am relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK TO THE REST OF THE TEAM! give it your all. for j2s, make your swan song worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to start studying! got B for chem, C for bio, D for gp so far. D for gp, so demoralising. getting back maths tmr and i expect to get no higher than a C. aaaaaaaarrrghh. i know i didn't prepare for this round properly and i know i keep saying that it's ok...but umm i'm getting abit gan chiong here. i need some As! lol. damn.&lt;br /&gt;the prelims are just round the corner. crapppp. i am most afraid for my gp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-4779803218489658721?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/4779803218489658721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=4779803218489658721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/4779803218489658721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/4779803218489658721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-more-throwing-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-4002784589843721983</id><published>2007-07-05T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:41:48.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am done with javelin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got 5th today. expected to throw quite a bit further, but oh wells. i'm very lucky to get 5th this time round. threw further last year but got 7th. so...really lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up for auction: used pair of reebok javelin spikes, not in good condition. hole on right shoe, one spike missing on left shoe, bent spike on right shoe. smells like old socks. comes with free plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;starting bid:$10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discus on monday left. sigh, competition for discus is quite tough.&lt;br /&gt;let's go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-4002784589843721983?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/4002784589843721983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=4002784589843721983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/4002784589843721983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/4002784589843721983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-done-with-javelin-got-5th-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-7321704984316829737</id><published>2007-07-02T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:43:53.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woo, competition time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-7321704984316829737?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/7321704984316829737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=7321704984316829737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/7321704984316829737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/7321704984316829737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/07/woo-competition-time.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-6010516511492672180</id><published>2007-06-28T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:27:31.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha CT2 was... motivating.&lt;br /&gt;the one time i decide to slack off, they decide to bish us straight in the face. ah who cares. anyway i still feel like studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid sprain in the neck/shoulder. but quite relieved that after warming up, it doesnt impede my throwing that much. as long as i throw properly. then no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one week to jav! 1.5wks to discus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last time competing in nationals. unless i retain or something. hmm. good idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-2752771512919026817</id><published>2007-06-21T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:14:42.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>byebye CTs,&lt;br /&gt;hullo nats!&lt;br /&gt;ever since i started to worry less (and less) (and less) about the CTs, i've been able to focus more on training. and the change has taken immediate effect.&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks!&lt;br /&gt;sorry academics, your turn will come. as jarrod put it: "converting brain into brawn".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking through the starting list (list of competitors), i started to feel nervous. name after name, i recognised all the 'veterans', and all those who could suddenly come out of nowhere and just...throw. i always knew that the competition was tough, but as cliche as it sounds (and yes why do i still say it? cos it's past 10pm and im tired and i can't bother to think of another phrase/im using that &lt;-- as an excuse), it didn't sink in till i actually saw it. and ya, getting more angsty by the day. which is all according to plan btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a habit of cutting myself short. always never giving my best, and i think it's because i'm afraid that my best will just be...pathetic? no matter. nooo matter. this time, got a team depending on me (two-way relationship ah). can't let them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so must chiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would like to go into all the throwing technique stuff that has allowed me to discover alot about myself (throwing-wise), but i shall spare...my fingers from typing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb. bb blog till after CTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most exciting 2 weeks in my t&amp;f career, coming up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-8508751707442518874</id><published>2007-06-15T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:20:44.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5th july-jav&lt;br /&gt;11th july-discus&lt;br /&gt;tentatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about 19 days to my first event. mmmhmm. &lt;i&gt;psyching up started yesterday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa crap. this year, for both jav n discus, our event is broken into qualifiers and finals on the same day! ie at 8.30am in the morning, we have our qualifiers, and at 2pm+ the same day, we have our finals. and in-between...you're left to stone. must find place to rest and not bake under sun unnecessarily. anyone live near CCK stadium and is willing to open thy house for poor gryphon souls on the 5th/11th??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to apologize in advance if anyone catches me with some murderous look on my face, the next few weeks. that would be me doing some mental prep for comp, go figure. and ya, for the next 3 weeks or so i may get slightly angsty or violent- please forgive me. this is the only trump i have in throwing. and lately, i have been very very soft. zero adrenaline rushes, until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh my studies are suffer-ing. i'm really ok with it, cos i know that i can pick up easily after comp. but eh, that isn't what matters is it? parents+teachers are very very good at making me feel like i've let them down. hate that feeling very much, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yeah. nice. can't wait for competition to let it all out. just that i need a bit of time to sort of recover from my new injuries, lol. new injuries in the shoulder, both front and back. ah, the life of a thrower. pls, rotator calf, pls, pls hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psyching up started yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel&gt;mes at identifying angry/angsty songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl who have what it takes, pls send me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-8508751707442518874?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8508751707442518874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=8508751707442518874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8508751707442518874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8508751707442518874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/06/5th-july-jav-11th-july-discus.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-1927832007816453931</id><published>2007-06-09T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T19:37:52.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wa organic chem is moving so slow. shall have to get rid of it by tmr.&lt;br /&gt;next comes p.chem. which is quite a nightmare. hopefully i'll be able to end round 1 with chem by next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for bio...it looks like i'll skim through the mcq topics in one day, and focus on the app topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for econs..um. no plans for econs yet lol.&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why i always do badly for econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths...i planned to finish it by this week didn't i? but er, nah doesn't look like it will be that way- i've only done graphing techniques!! i shall have to rely on last-minute chiong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, once my season's over, whoopee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-1927832007816453931?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/1927832007816453931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=1927832007816453931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/1927832007816453931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/1927832007816453931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/06/wa-organic-chem-is-moving-so-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-5811250151530911288</id><published>2007-06-06T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:42:05.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay back from camp!&lt;br /&gt;i shall get to sleep (on a bed with springs) well now. i shall clock 9 hours of sleep a day on average. i shall start studying proper. i shall forget about tv- thx raymond for screening the last episode of heroes, i am now free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i'm sort of catching up, learning all the topics i slept through, rather than revising them. hahaha. hm with the time restrictions, i think i won't have the time to revise them anyway so i better do them well the first and only time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa sleep. and ah miss my dog.. im gonna go squeeze him till he runs out of air, and squeals for mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go do some work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-5811250151530911288?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/5811250151530911288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=5811250151530911288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5811250151530911288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5811250151530911288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/06/yay-back-from-camp-i-shall-get-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-6173024984124315949</id><published>2007-06-02T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T21:39:19.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wa after going through several hours of tests, after having high-pitched noises screamed into my ears, after reading a row of letters, after having radioactive waves shot through my chest, after having my veins poked through and through, after having my middle finger clipped, after peeing into a cup, after having cups stuck to my chest and electric currents sent through them into my body, after showing stuff to a medical officer that no one else sees, and finally, after sitting through almost 1.5hrs of mind-numbing mental tests...woohoo im set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i got put into pes B. apparently it's because of my wrist injury that i indicated i had long ago, in the medical questionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well. and hmm i think it's going to be no commandos for me...and it won't be air nor sea for me either. i shall stick to land. and be slack. im hoping to reserve enough energy to keep my mind alive in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training's been so-so. my ankle! diedie. i think it will not totally recover till after nats cos i really really cant afford to wait for it to heal fully!i will jsut keep icing it, and icing it, hoping that it will hold till after nats. after nats, it can heal all it wants to lol.&lt;br /&gt;hmm the weird thing is..i dont feel the pain in the same place anymore. for some reason the injury has been transferred to another part of the ankle. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok time to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-6173024984124315949?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/6173024984124315949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=6173024984124315949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/6173024984124315949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/6173024984124315949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/06/wa-after-going-through-several-hours-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-8275731814954250604</id><published>2007-05-29T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:29:32.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Irritating Math Topic</title><content type='html'>ok first. for those who didn't watch, Japan is Miss Universe 2007. hahahahaha. not bad. i woke up today, went downstairs with my poisson, saw that Ms Universe was on after flipping through the newspapers, brought my maths to the tv, watched Ms Universe, and didn't do my maths.&lt;br /&gt;ha. Japan. not many would have expected this... outcome. i admit that once they announced "Japan!" some conspiracy theory sprung up in my head, and...i shall not discuss it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. The Most Irritating Math Topic (so far) award goes to...Poisson Distribution!!!!!!!!!!! or rather, the tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series of unfortunate events that have caused me to detest this topic, in chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night..&lt;br /&gt; "argh! i swear i put it (the tutorial) THERE! where's it now! ARGH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one hour later: "no wait a min, maybe it was there..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one hour later: "argh! i swear i put it THERE! where's it now! ARGH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok. i will not go to sleep until i find it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i went up down up (stairs) like 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, it showed 01:00am (today) on the clock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wa crap la. i seriously won't be able to sleep. how can i lose my poisson. not possible. searched the entire house. turned it upside down, inside out. i can't be that pok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hmm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"maybe it's under my bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aeobfrhaeguiow ghalghgbhglk awrhghasghaslgk haglh asghas g;h ghas;h &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2!$!!!#%#!###%!#%#!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say that it's always in the last place you look. and duh! cos after that, you've found it! so let me refine the statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was in the last blardy place that i could POSSIBLY look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa sorry. but it seriously got me damn irritated. i know how funny it seems to a third party..but maths tutorials and i, we have quite a history. too bad it had to be poisson. poor poisson. poor, poor victim of correlation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came today. no matter how hard i tried, i kept getting stumped by the questions. for someeeee reason (i hate to admit my ytidiputs). so i'd give up for 5 minutes. and every single time i got back in, i solved it easily. and obviously this got me irritated too.&lt;br /&gt;once again, poisson was 'innocent'; it was my short fuse that's to blame. too bad. i blame it on poisson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we can all now see why poisson distribution is The Most Irritating Math Topic EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-8275731814954250604?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-5092133008052343140</id><published>2007-05-28T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:23:38.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i'm desperate. someone please tell me how to treat my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not a sprain. when i put pressure on it (e.g. jog), the pain comes from some vertical muscle/tendon just above the ankle. not below, not on, but above the ankle. and it's not some bone problem, it's some muscle/tendon. and though i can still throw with it, it nags, and i'm very afriad that it'll get worse, like it has been doing so for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinsei is a no-no, he'll just counter the injury with pain and i'll be out for 2weeks or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't rest either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-5092133008052343140?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/5092133008052343140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=5092133008052343140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5092133008052343140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5092133008052343140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-im-desperate.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-2000471152821576993</id><published>2007-05-27T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:50:00.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arrrgh my respiratory system is clearly unclear&lt;br /&gt;i think i may very well have some minor adaptation of cystic fibrosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ankle's another one out to get me. it's the only thing stopping me from training hard-hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to jiunlin who just can't stop improving in javelin. duoduozhijiao. izat how it's spelt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i just filed my chem and i finally realise how much there is to do. and that's just chem alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome, june.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-2000471152821576993?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/2000471152821576993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=2000471152821576993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/2000471152821576993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/2000471152821576993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/05/arrrgh-my-respiratory-system-is-clearly.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-5159214346381023476</id><published>2007-05-25T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:56:35.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subject:This is a true story.........it's very touching.. You&lt;br /&gt;have to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain rich businessman had a beautiful daughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who fell in love with a guy who was a cleaner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the girl's father came to know about their love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he did not like it at all, and so began to protest about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it happened that the two lovers decided to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their homes for a happy future. The girl's father started searching &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the two lovers but could not find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, he accepted their love and asked them to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home in a local newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father said "If you both come back I will allow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you to marry. I accept that you love each other truly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this way, their love won and they returned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple went to town to shop for the wedding dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was dressed in a white shirt that day. While he was crossing the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;road to the other side to get some drinks for his fiancee, a car came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hit him and he died on the spot. The girl lost her senses. It was &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only after some time that she recovered from her shocked. The funeral and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cremation was the very next day as he had died horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights later, the girl's mother had a dream in which she saw an &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old lady. The old lady asked her mother to wash the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blood stains of the guy from her daughter's dress as soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as possible. But her mother ignored the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night her father had the same dream, he also &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when the girl had the same dream the next night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she woke up in fear and told her mother about the dream. Her mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked her to wash the clothes which have blood stains immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She washed the stains but some remained. Next night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she again had the same dream she again washed the stains but some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next night she again had the same dream and this time the old lady &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave her a last warning to wash the blood stain, or else something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrible will happen. This time the girl tried her best to wash the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stains, and the clothes nearly tore, but some stains still remained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late evening the same day while she was alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home, someone knocked the door. When she opened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the door she saw the same old lady in her dream standing at her door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got very scared and fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady woke her up... and gave her a blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;object, which shocked the girl. She asked "What is this...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady replied... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Try DYNAMO Liquid Soap... just a dab and it will remove all stubborn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stains!!!" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ze one-month school break is finally here. time to do some planning and use all time wisely. one of my teacher i/cs pointed out to me that i have to revise my work so well that i'll be able to train right through the CTs...hmm yep, i overlooked that. have to keep that in mind now.&lt;br /&gt;i shall aim to complete maths by...week 2! as for the other subjects, not so sure yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-5159214346381023476?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/5159214346381023476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=5159214346381023476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5159214346381023476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5159214346381023476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/05/subjectthis-is-true-story.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-59638259692953032</id><published>2007-05-22T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T19:37:20.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heng ah. my class will be taking most of our CT papers in the MPH. i just cannot stand (and sit) taking them in LTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everyone taking GP tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;to my classmates: remember not to write digits (unless they refer to a year) or the word "whereby". hmm.. there are other words to avoid using, but i just can't remember what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. but i'm sort of looking past tomorrow's paper right now. i'm looking at the month of June- how it's going to either make or break me. i know that i'll definitely be able to do it (juggle my training and studies) but that would come at the cost of erm, playing around, which generally refers to enjoying myself being lazy. and i value that greatly. so um, i guess it's really a matter of getting rid of mah slobbiness. which is &lt;strong&gt;much, much harder&lt;/strong&gt; to do than it sounds. the past few months have been as tiring, draining as they have been exciting. so yep, fatigue setting in. and while most holidays are meant to let you recover from such...diseases, my june hols certainly aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;train study train study train study.&lt;br /&gt;but train energy &gt;&gt; study energy&lt;br /&gt;because train &gt; study&lt;br /&gt;such that train energy + study energy = train energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i hope that won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i prefer not to look at the daunting task ahead, but rather, the fruit of my un-laziness. for the shadow of june is only possible because of the light of july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-59638259692953032?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/59638259692953032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=59638259692953032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/59638259692953032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/59638259692953032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/05/heng-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-1573022831379783011</id><published>2007-05-21T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T00:07:21.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eight words with two meanings</title><content type='html'>Hi, another one of those emails from mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. THINGY (thing-ee) n.&lt;br /&gt;Female...... Any part under a car's hood.&lt;br /&gt;Male.....   .. The strap fastener on a woman's bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. VULNERABLE (vul-ne-ra-bel) adj.&lt;br /&gt;Female.... Fully opening up one's self emotionally to another. &lt;br /&gt;Male....  . Playing cricket without a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. COMMUNICATION (ko-myoo-ni-kay-shon) n.&lt;br /&gt;Female... The open sharing of thoughts and feelings with one's   partner.&lt;br /&gt;Male....  Leaving a note before taking off on a fishing trip with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. COMMITMENT (ko-mit-ment) n.&lt;br /&gt;Female.... A desire to get married and raise a family.&lt;br /&gt;Male...... Trying not to hit on other women while out with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ENTERTAINMENT (en-ter-tayn-ment) n.&lt;br /&gt;Female.... A good movie, concert, play or book.&lt;br /&gt;Male.......Anything that can be done while drinking beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. FLATULENCE (flach-u-lens) n.&lt;br /&gt;Female.... An embarrassing by-product of indigestion. &lt;br /&gt;Male......  A source of entertainment, self-expression, male bonding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. MAKING LOVE (may-king luv) n.&lt;br /&gt;Female...... The greatest expression of intimacy a couple can achieve.&lt;br /&gt;Male.......  Call it whatever you want, just as long as we do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. REMOTE CONTROL (ri-moht kon-trohl) n.&lt;br /&gt;Female.... A device for changing from one TV channel to another.&lt;br /&gt;Male..... A device for scanning through all 375 channels every 5  minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said . .  .  Why is it difficult to find men who are sensitive, caring  and good- looking?&lt;br /&gt;She said ......They already have boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said...  .. What do you call a woman who knows where her husband is  every night?&lt;br /&gt;He said . . .   .A widow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said . .. . Why are married women heavier than single women?&lt;br /&gt;She said . . . Single women come home, see what's in the fridge and go  to bed.   Married women come home, see what's in bed and go to the fridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-1573022831379783011?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/1573022831379783011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=1573022831379783011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/1573022831379783011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/1573022831379783011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/05/eight-words-with-two-meanings.html' title='eight words with two meanings'/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-1461227086159787841</id><published>2007-05-19T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:58:15.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;i just completed my first ever sudoku puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;it took me quite a while. but ah, it feels good after you finally complete it. but urgh. i realised that i could have used the time to do so many other pressing things, like my maths tutorial and gp tuition essay. big, fat weakness i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trials today went quite smoothly. but can't say the same for my throwing, at least during the trials. after the trials though, all my throws were nice and relaxed! hahaha. bleah. i need time to get used to my new technique. after that...the rest should be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok crap. time to go do some work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-1461227086159787841?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/1461227086159787841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=1461227086159787841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/1461227086159787841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/1461227086159787841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/05/haha-pathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-176698126082728024</id><published>2007-05-18T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:22:48.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah! yes! mucles aches! rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;after 2 weeks of being denied a high-iron diet, i hit the gym yesterday! and behold, today started off with good ol' muscle aches. haha. about time. unfortunately my bad throat is somewhat haunting me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck to all javelin throwers! we're having a jav trial tomorrow in school. it'll be the first of two trials, of which the average distances will be taken and used as a &lt;strong&gt;yardstick&lt;/strong&gt;(argh yardstick, this word) to help coach decide which 3 to send in for nationals. and because the trial's tomorrow, i'm only 99% hapy about me muscle aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;train train train. it will pay off, it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. but my studies. it reminds me of my sec3/4 days. days that i believed i could juggle everything, and whether it was difficult to do so or not solely depended on: attitude.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what happened to that?&lt;br /&gt;i feel it coming back&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-176698126082728024?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/176698126082728024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=176698126082728024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/176698126082728024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/176698126082728024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/05/ah-yes-mucles-aches-rejoice-after-2.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-5972253227149864580</id><published>2007-05-16T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:55:26.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sian, so many ccas have concluded their 2007 season, and some are about to end very soon, and sigh many j2s are (actually) getting down to studying seriously.&lt;br /&gt;pep talk by CT today- we were told that it's about time we buck up and give it our all (for As).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, sorry, sorry. i cannot do that, just yet. im so sorry to my CT and other teachers who have put in so much effort, but eh. one thing at a time! my season hasn't even started. it won't be starting any time too soon. i know that it'll be too late to start then (after), but i can't give 100% now either. and i prefer to do stuff when i can concentrate on it.&lt;br /&gt;the timing just isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june hols, my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess, as always, i'll find a way. God will lift me across the dune; this is where one pair of footsteps disappear, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh i worry too much sometimes that i lose sleep over stuff. i think i'm going to die early lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-5972253227149864580?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/5972253227149864580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=5972253227149864580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5972253227149864580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5972253227149864580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/05/sian-so-many-ccas-have-concluded-their.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-8425844377576446712</id><published>2007-05-15T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:06:03.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back to training after a week and a half. it was really nice to sweat after almost 252 hours of inactivity. but it also made me realise how much time i had lost. now that i'm back on track, i have to seriously plan out every training carefully to maximize le training time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 1.5 weeks of mal-training took its toll on me today. when i stop training for such a long time and suddenly spam when i recover, this is bound to happen, i guess. i started dying after bio tutorial...perhaps that was the triggering event? lol. argh. i went against my word last night by not sleeping early. shouldn't have. all thanks to someone la, waste my time. tonight i promise to get eight full hours of sleep. if not, don't expect to see me in school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big thanks to DrWong for being so understanding, and letting me postpone my chem focus test not only once, but twice, just because i told her (nothing but the truth, the whole truth) that i wasn't feeling well. (so sad that not all teachers can be so believing due to several betraying students)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. i noticed a slight, abnormal jump in the number of visits to this page recently. those of you who are here to juice out &lt;i&gt;certain info&lt;/i&gt;, you won't get it :). hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. time to indulge in this Double Decker Cheeky Chicken: snek perisa ayam which sadly contains 2.4g of Fat/Lemak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-8425844377576446712?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8425844377576446712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=8425844377576446712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8425844377576446712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8425844377576446712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-to-training-after-week-and-half.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-4482990846485306095</id><published>2007-05-08T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:25:13.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of the essence, time is</title><content type='html'>one hurdle after another. went to see de doc today, who's my aunt, and she told me that i may have to skip any physical activity for 1 week!! aaand nationals is in 8 weeks time. bluddy! im trying my best to remain cool..cos everytime i think of how close nationals is, i get so nervous and so irritated about not being able to do anything right now. this is bad. my last year in my career in track and field...oh well. i shall pray that i'll be really up and good to go in a week's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, today's my parents' silver anniversary! 25 years. wow. they're so lucky. married for 25 years and blessed with three children, one of which is a great son. mmhmm. who's sick for the moment. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i go to school tmr?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-4482990846485306095?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/4482990846485306095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=4482990846485306095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/4482990846485306095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/4482990846485306095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-essence-time-is.html' title='of the essence, time is'/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-8359274638531736400</id><published>2007-05-07T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:18:29.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUD     O_O</title><content type='html'>oh no, geegees, i just coughed blud.&lt;br /&gt;that's serious. this means that...i'm going to mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where mati=drink water, water&gt;10dL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, it's blud. i've never coughed blud in my life before. 1st time for everything huh, aren't you proud of me? ggxx BLUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares about spiderman! i need water.&lt;br /&gt;shit. blud. that's crazy. bludd.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red blud. red, red blud. argh how do i train like this?? noooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;damn. seriously. i think i may even skip sch tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die ggxx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-8359274638531736400?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8359274638531736400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=8359274638531736400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8359274638531736400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8359274638531736400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/05/blud-oo.html' title='BLUD     O_O'/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-441535804929936252</id><published>2007-05-06T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:27:53.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sian. just after i start to turn the heat up for training, i fall sick. prettty sick. had to miss training on thurs, and couldn't train properly on sat. and guess what, i think i'll have to skip tmr's training too. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;stewpid bug going round. pls don't come near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr chem test. my chem is dieded! i shall revive it slowly, but surely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-441535804929936252?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/441535804929936252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=441535804929936252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/441535804929936252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/441535804929936252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/05/sian.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-8593863093927252405</id><published>2007-05-03T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:36:23.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i accomplished more than i have ever had in one night since the start of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i...did...my maths tutorial. binomial tutorial. till question 8. ok that isn't much, and i've actually done more than that on a single night before. so what my "great accomplishment" actually refers to is having completed what i set out to do. or what mrkok set me out to do. hi sir. if for some reason ur reading this, i must let you know that i sacrificed quite a bit of my computer stoning time to do my maths tutorial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yexlxlxxxow slxixp plxs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. doing my homework...oh my, this is a new beginning. one step at a time, one step at a time. i might just be able to juggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a semi-random note, the next tutorial will be ze poisson distribution thingey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. i think P(you know how to pronounce "poisson")=0.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not "poison".&lt;br /&gt;neither is it "pua-sonnnnn".&lt;br /&gt;"pua-song" isn't right either, not fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's more of a "pua-song" without the "ge" sound at the end of the "song".&lt;br /&gt;yeah, somewhere between that and "pua-saw".&lt;br /&gt;even after knowing how to pronouce it, i bet only half will actually know how to enunciate it.&lt;br /&gt;it takes me like 2000kJ to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i'll stick with poison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-8593863093927252405?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8593863093927252405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=8593863093927252405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8593863093927252405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8593863093927252405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-i-accomplished-more-than-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-2378746450561490120</id><published>2007-05-01T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:41:52.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all. Right now i'm attempting to update ma blog with my new E65. Let's c if it works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-2378746450561490120?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/2378746450561490120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=2378746450561490120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/2378746450561490120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/2378746450561490120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/05/hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-8441207131644520556</id><published>2007-04-30T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T00:32:05.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiya haiya haiya.&lt;br /&gt;many people say i'm 'how big' 'how muskles' 'how strong'. it's simply over-exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;cos erm, ever since mid last yr, i stopped gymming hard. and pls, many many other guys can do the weights i currently do. it's really embarrassing when i hear that some people hail me as some macho-king when i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;at first, i stopped whacking weights cos i realised that it wasn't helping much...i whacked stuff like bench press and squats. utterly useless. hm.&lt;br /&gt;but i've come to realise i have to target certain groups of muskles which i've been neglecting. i look back into the past, when i was in sec 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year 2003, near the end of april. i had an idea. and it was to do weights everyday. everynight. and so that's what i did. some days, i'd come home to do weights in evening. on those days that i forgot to do that, or came home too late, which was usually the case, i'd do weights at night. at 11+pm, when most of my classmates were cuddling in their beds, i'd be sweating away. not like i hated it HAHAHA. ok sry. i was abit crazy then. but you know what? it got me my gold 2.5 months later. it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, weights= specific exercises targeting small muscle groups + stabilisers, no big groups like quads or back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since then...i've slackened. obviously. i mean, if i continued at that rate, i probably won't be here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i just might have to resort to that again. ggxx. sorry to all my teachers in advance, for nodding off in class and in lectures. sorry for all the tests that i may fail though i doubt i will cos i'm gonna work harder, i think. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, it's so easy to give up. so easy to say that: "hey, i'm not going to do this for the rest of my life. it's not going to be my job or anything. anyway, i still have my studies! and now, that's important! i need my five As."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, another voice in your head goes: "idiot. you're part of a team. you're not doing this just for yourself. there are fifty-over other people out there training their asses off for the same goal. since when did you have the right to just -give up-? grow some spine, seriously."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ah, i get inspired.&lt;br /&gt;my trusty pair of iron plates. ah, who cares about the people who're gonna laugh at you and call you a jock? you know much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i have gone nuts, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-8441207131644520556?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8441207131644520556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=8441207131644520556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8441207131644520556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8441207131644520556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/04/haiya-haiya-haiya.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-8146773944332350906</id><published>2007-04-28T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T11:14:39.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-78BCAFD1.jpeg&amp;c1=cos this is how ive learnt to think&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D1068AF.jpeg&amp;c2=cos well, thats how i get my music&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_6E5372F4.jpeg&amp;c3=cos i get less and less of it these 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-7242035511490017346</id><published>2007-04-27T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:40:52.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleah the past week has been...tiring. it sort of zoomed past though. i remember telling myself on monday to get enough rest cos it would be (and has been) a draining week ahead. bleah. and well, i did not get that... rest that i intended to get.&lt;br /&gt;even then, i &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to increase mua intensity of training. received quite a shock on...wednesday night. this is crazy. i know i won't make it but i damn sure will try. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i remember, it was also around this time last year that i started to feel pressured. but ah. this yr it shall be different. you see, i have no more warcraft/dota in my life anymore, which means that my days have been effectively extended by two point five hours on average. all the "next best alternatives" that i used to forego are now erm, reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. it's kinda late. gotta go retire soon. tmr will be some bomb day once lunch is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-7242035511490017346?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/7242035511490017346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=7242035511490017346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/7242035511490017346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/7242035511490017346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/04/bleah-past-week-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-8206572882209335562</id><published>2007-04-22T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:06:53.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. just watched ms singapore universe. ggxx.&lt;br /&gt;i totally agree that it's more important to be beautiful inside, but...lol.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like all the talented ones aren't joining the paegant as it has become somewhat... unglamorous. =p.&lt;br /&gt;i also feel that all contestants should have basic grammar classes before the grand night. everytime i hear one of them break into singlish, i cringe. eeew.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, my command of english isn't that great either but...i'm not the one who wants to represent singapore =p nor wear a bikini on national television (don't even think about it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, can't wait for tmr's training. got alot of technique work to do!&lt;br /&gt;ok tata. sleeep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-8206572882209335562?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8206572882209335562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=8206572882209335562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8206572882209335562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8206572882209335562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/04/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-5764758157572808558</id><published>2007-04-21T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:17:36.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i had javeiln.&lt;br /&gt;aiyo pokpok. i set out to do an easy 40 as i'm not in a very good condition right now. did 41.3 and got 6th. oh well...though i achieved what i had set out to do, i can't help feeling disappointed. 41.3 is some noob distance which won't get me into the finals for nats...of course, today we threw the 800g instead of the 700g jav so this won't be the exact line-up for nats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k man, got alot of training to do. first, gotta get back down to the basics. my jav technique is really bad. sigh. it looks like i'll have to put studies on slight hold. that may mean bye-bye to a good CT2 score, leading to incessant nagging from my parents to study. but hey, that's the price i will have to pay if i want to do the best i can with whatever time i have left before nats. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this combination of discus and javelin...was a bad choice i made. oh well. i better finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i think i screwed my upper back a little.  somewhere between the right trapezius and shoulder blade. diedie injury. pls recover by monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiya haiya haiya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-5764758157572808558?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/5764758157572808558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=5764758157572808558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5764758157572808558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5764758157572808558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-i-had-javeiln.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-3676506277462085022</id><published>2007-04-20T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:32:43.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Relations&lt;br /&gt;Creation&lt;br /&gt;Incarceration&lt;br /&gt;Determination&lt;br /&gt;Equation&lt;br /&gt;Humiliation&lt;br /&gt;Reincarnation&lt;br /&gt;Situation&lt;br /&gt;Elation&lt;br /&gt;Identification&lt;br /&gt;Retaliation&lt;br /&gt;Education&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration&lt;br /&gt;No substitution&lt;br /&gt;Solution&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Happy Birthday to Samuel Yip! being 18 requires you to rise above 45kg. May you abstain from excessive computer gaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-3676506277462085022?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/3676506277462085022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=3676506277462085022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/3676506277462085022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/3676506277462085022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/04/relations-creation-incarceration.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-8596874796041179771</id><published>2007-04-19T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:57:03.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, our crossers had their nationals.&lt;br /&gt;the girls got 4th, the guys 2nd. i know that they were all disappointed with the results..but i really don't know what to say. i'm usually at a loss for words when it comes to comforting people. because all i can think of is, "these things happen. we can train our whole lives for something and still not perform on The Day. it just happens." a championship is never guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i do have a few words to say to some of the crossers, but only one visits this blog- loong the woofwoof. so i shall type out the few words here.&lt;br /&gt;loong: i know that you're very disappointed with your performance. it'll be useless to say that it's not bad, since u got 5th individually. it'll also be useless to say that u tried your best. cos if i'm not wrong, you'll just say that you could have done much better. well, refer to above.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i guess you'll still be representing us in T&amp;F. i hope that you'll continue to drive. perhaps channel whatever regrets you have into training for nats in july? it'll be quite a close competition if all of us perform for nats.&lt;br /&gt;so yep, train hard, cos i will too.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. it's time to start getting down to business. nats is just 2.5 months away. i'll need to plan out my training schedule bery bery carefully. and i have to seriously watch out for injuries. prone areas: ankle, hamstring, lower back.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be a heck of a 2.5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrr somehow i'll still manage to study and do well for CT2. sian haven't had to juggle liddat since...sec 3/4. bleah. zzzz i think i'm gonna start sleeping in classes again (i have been improving all this while ok). that means that i'll have to actually sit down and study. which isn't very possible now, seeing that both my chair and table have piles of papers and time mags on them.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be a slob.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna look like a drug addict (avoided saying comp addict cos sam yip has already taken up that profession)(lol. profession.).&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna look depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is when. this is when. this is when i call upon The Force. The Force is invisible, and can work wonders. The Force can keep you awake in the worst lectures and tutorials. The Force is fuelled by...SHARK. lol. ok it may be a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just stick to sleeping more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-8596874796041179771?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8596874796041179771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=8596874796041179771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8596874796041179771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8596874796041179771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-our-crossers-had-their.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-6878454444724852824</id><published>2007-04-15T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:16:44.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goldfish asked me a classic question today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;superliszt says:&lt;br /&gt;but isn't discuss a pure strength event ? apart from the technique part la&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, he spelt discus wrongly. what an insult.&lt;br /&gt;second, besides strength and technique...hmm? that sort of covers half the type of sports in the world. nice one golfish =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classic question. will rmb it forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-6878454444724852824?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/6878454444724852824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=6878454444724852824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/6878454444724852824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/6878454444724852824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/04/goldfish-asked-me-classic-question.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-5652106189441829810</id><published>2007-04-14T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T11:32:04.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the weekend is here! time to do some homework and catch up on notes which i haven't even flipped through yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also time to start gearing up for napfa, which i will have my turn at in about 1.5 weeks. aiming for 30pts! plsplspls 2.4. all i want to hit is 10:15. lol sucks but sorry la, it will be a real achievement for this slob who only runs, at max, 60m at one shot.&lt;br /&gt;also want to hit &gt; 270cm for SBJ.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;70 for sit-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;8.5s for shuttle run.&lt;br /&gt;A for sit n reach.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;20 pull ups- need to conserve energy for 2.4 after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks to train up. ok! no fried food for next wk. pls remind me if i slip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-5652106189441829810?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/5652106189441829810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=5652106189441829810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5652106189441829810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5652106189441829810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/04/weekend-is-here-time-to-do-some.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-1143672799730034890</id><published>2007-04-08T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T23:04:14.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahoy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i spent 2 hours enlisting myself/ booking for medical ze check-up for ns.&lt;br /&gt;so much for "this will take approximately 20-40 minutes". the server was packed. each page took about a minute to load. actually, most of the time, it didn't load at all.&lt;br /&gt;had to fill in not only my particulars, but that of my parents' and siblings' too. and lol my allergies. in the allergies section they wanted us to write down medication that we're allergic to and the allergic reactions we get. well, i didn't have space to write down the reactions. im allergic to too many drugs. bzzz. next time if i wanna take drugs i have to be bery bery careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms. i still wonder if i should push for commando training. i think they'll ask me whether i want to try out for commandos during the medical examination. what should i say? well, according to some friends, it doesn't matter what i say. as long as i look fit, they'll put me in.&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid that commando training will be too adventurous for me. too dangerous. i know it's a very good experience, but that's as long as the experience doesn't hurt me too much in the first place. or even kill me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably die of sleep deprivation first. or from ant bites. or maybe malnutrition, from not getting enough beef...or my multigrain cereal. with soya. in the ratio 3:2.&lt;br /&gt;talking about beef. beef sukiyaki is currently my favourite jap dish/meal, sashimi aside. it's so nice i don't realise that i've burned my tongue until i finish the entire bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah. so yar, commandos. dangerous. must think carefully. make mummy papa mama worry oso not ver goot.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i'm hoping to be given an extra 2 years to consider it- get into medicine in singapore first and defer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-1143672799730034890?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/1143672799730034890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=1143672799730034890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/1143672799730034890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/1143672799730034890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/04/ahoy-last-night-i-spent-2-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-6777497707396529108</id><published>2007-04-07T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:35:10.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wa heng ah&lt;br /&gt;today was day 1 of national juniors, or singapore junior championships as they've renamed it. had discus and managed a silver.&lt;br /&gt;sounds nice? pls look at the distance: 34-sumtin metres. ggxx. who cares about the silver. competitions are supposed to be between you and yourself. so today, i lost. badly. sian. but the weight of the discus was different. so the cg's off and everything. couldn't spin.&lt;br /&gt;and in the mornings, gombak's got this chilly weather. which i cannot throw in.&lt;br /&gt;took my glucose. haven't been doing that, and i got slightly high and nervous. sugar rush. all these factors led to me having...cold hands! i've never had cold hands before.&lt;br /&gt;i need to take training even more seriously. need to take it a notch higher too, in terms of intensity. the period from now till nats is oh-so-crucial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh a little comic relief: i told caijing that the only reason why i got silver and not bronze was cos the powerhouse got DQ-ed as he threw out of range.&lt;br /&gt;so cj said:&lt;br /&gt;do u mean out of range as in like too far or what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear friends, for those of you who are as clueless, the whole point is to throw the thingey as far as possible. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday was yesterday! and tmr's Easter Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Christians believe(know) that Jesus died for us(and our sins) on Good Friday, and rose from the dead 2/3 days later, depending on how u see it.&lt;br /&gt;yep, just a little fact for all ze non-chirstian friends out there. there's a much more in-depth story. wanna know more? ask. though i'll have to do abeet of research to confirm facts, i'll be more than happy to storytell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-6777497707396529108?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/6777497707396529108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=6777497707396529108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/6777497707396529108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/6777497707396529108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/04/wa-heng-ah-today-was-day-1-of-national.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-5144728103043521032</id><published>2007-04-04T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:26:33.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 things on my mind.</title><content type='html'>hmms.had my first gp tution class yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;one to one. ex, but necessary.&lt;br /&gt;it was...enlightening!&lt;br /&gt;she pointed out many bad habits that i have...and i realised that i always knew that i had them, but i never really faced the facts and chose to ignore them instead. now that they're staring me in the face, i guess i have to stare back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the lesson, she said something which made me think. "nervousness, fear...these are &lt;strong&gt;wasted emotions&lt;/strong&gt;." she said this to me after i told her about how i get nervous when i look at a question under pressure- i go blank. and i start to panick.&lt;br /&gt;"these emotions will not affect the outcome" (or something to that effect) "so there's no need to waste time on them!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that she was referring specifically to the situation (or was she?)..but i started to think whether it could be applied, in general.&lt;br /&gt;fear, useless?&lt;br /&gt;a wasted emotion??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. had to chiong to econs tuition after a few 07/08 exco interviews by cab. and haha, had a short, interesting chat with the driver.&lt;br /&gt;"so, u come from...RI?" (i don't know why all taxi drivers think about RI before RJ...maybe cos during their time they only had RI.)&lt;br /&gt;"nope, RJ."&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;skip skip&lt;br /&gt;"so, you want to do medicine?" (taxi drivers also like to assume you're thinking of medicine as long as you're in a 'premier' jc.&lt;br /&gt;"er, i hope to.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wa, nowadays everyone wants to do medicine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know how the conversation came to this, but i was led to say:&lt;br /&gt;"haiya, i feel that many people want to become doctors just to earn money..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i could finish, he cut in: "ya what! everybody wants to earn big bucks! u see all those gps...haiya, specialise, then earn more money, it's all about making big bucks what!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uncle ah, i just feel that that's the wrong reason for wanting to become a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aiya. now you say. u haven't entered the working world...once u start working, u will want to earn alot of money. to see ah, if u want to drive that sports car, or porsche, u need to earn the money what..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like telling him that i don't even want to drive. but it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he continued:"ok fine, so u tell me. why u want to become a doctor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for people. to help, to save."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bullshit." and then he went on to effectively repeat whatever he said (above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided not to argue with him. never argue with a taxi driver once he starts to speak with oomph or starts to swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but damn, i couldn't help but just feel so sorry. so sorry for...everyone. i dunno. i just feel that professions such as erm. being a doc, councillor... these kind of jobs should be taken up by people who take it up knowing that they will have to sacrifice alot, and will sacrifice that much &lt;strong&gt;for the sake of others&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and well. i don't think that that's the case, or will be, for the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i will start off with the 'right' attitude. but alot of things could happen along the way...so i hope that i will never put money before..the reason and meaning behind the job of being a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol ok. hope whatever i said has come out the right way, and hope i haven't offended anyone in any way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-5144728103043521032?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/5144728103043521032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=5144728103043521032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5144728103043521032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5144728103043521032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/04/2-things-on-my-mind.html' title='2 things on my mind.'/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-2293392039857895545</id><published>2007-04-03T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T00:31:13.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fact of the day:&lt;br /&gt;The guys' washroom in the PE block outside the gym. has a. urinal with a. new function. guess what that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a never-ending flushhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys who haven't noticed, go check it out. it's the first one, right in the corner. been flushing ever since at least a week ago. ggxx rj's water bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol if anyone thinks of plugging the urinal at night when everyone's gone home. i think it could flood the whole pe block by morn the following day. this is just a joke. you are not to try it out. i do not support it. i do not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-2293392039857895545?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/2293392039857895545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=2293392039857895545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/2293392039857895545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/2293392039857895545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/04/fact-of-day-guys-washroom-in-pe-block.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-221951953188055305</id><published>2007-04-01T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:40:26.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmms. past couple of days, i've been made to think.&lt;br /&gt;bout many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of them was bout when i was in ac. more specifically, the feeling i had everytime i did well in ac. academically. the drive i had to do well. to be one of the top. and it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now in rj, with so many pros around im but a teeny weeny sheep. dang. and i think that's why i haven't felt like really trying. knowing that you probably won't make it sometimes does that to you.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;but now i remember that 2years back, i told myself that it wasn't about how i compared with the rest, but it was about doing the best i could.&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to..change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough bout academics. people complaining i only blog about that subject.&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the 1st of april.&lt;br /&gt;so went around tonight doing my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victim no.1:ivy&lt;br /&gt;victim no.2:samuel&lt;br /&gt;victim no.3:ade&lt;br /&gt;victim no.4:yamies. didn't seemed shocked or caring enough so i left him thinking that i really busted my knee. so this one abit unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;victim no.5:poey&lt;br /&gt;victim no.6:mel, still in progress&lt;br /&gt;victim no.7:will it be you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-221951953188055305?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/221951953188055305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=221951953188055305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/221951953188055305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/221951953188055305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmms.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-3083235155479317157</id><published>2007-03-31T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:28:48.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee.</title><content type='html'>hmm. if im not wrong, to date, there is no obvious connection between caffeine and all those illnesses like heart disease, cancer of high blood pressure. no adverse health effects. but of course, too much of something is bad. that why it's &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway what i'm more interested in is how it affects my performance as an athlete. so here's ze fruit of my research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- taken from http://www.findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m0675/is_5_20/ai_92840210 --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caffeine in coffee is a mild stimulant that increase the activity level of the central nervous system. Hence, caffeine helps you stay alert and enhances focus. Caffeine's stimulant effect peaks about an hour after consumption and declines as the liver breaks it down. If you occasionally drink coffee, you tend to be more sensitive to caffeine's stimulant effect compared to daily coffee consumers who have developed a tolerance to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pregnant women should limit their caffeine intake to less than 300 milligrams per day (12 ounces of coffee). ok useless to me so,... skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm coffee- is it addictive?..um if you're looking for a one-word answer then that'll be a "no", since it isn't associated with withdrawal symptoms found with hard drugs. lalala but removing coffee from your diet suddenly man cause you to develop headaches, fatigue or drowsiness. so yup best to gradually lower your intake. ok, boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip skip skip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh. a nine-ounce serving of coffee contains about 200milligrams of caffeine, compared to 35- 50 milligrams of caffeine in a can of cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now.&lt;br /&gt;"does coffee dehydrate an athlete during his/her workout?"&lt;br /&gt;bleah. according to the site, it lacks scientific support. but i believe that coffee does dehydrate. i mean like, anything concentrated should dehydrate your body right? dunno if my reasoning is sound.&lt;br /&gt;anyway generally most of the people i've asked think that coffee causes an extent of dehydration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will drinking coffee before exercising help me perform better?"&lt;br /&gt;some studies suggest so. caffeine mobilises fat, so more is burned for fuel. Some researchers believe coffee helps athletes burn less glycogen and enhance endurance. but different bodies react differently to caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;hmm i don't really get it. why is 'mobilising fat' something u want to do? amybe if yuo're losing weight then yeah, but i should think that for sports which last for less than 2hours, we should be depending on our glucose storage rather than...our fats. save the fats for cushioning in a fall. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**warning**: do not consume coffee on an empty stomach. may result in making you feel jittery and nervous- the "coffee stomach".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lol cant believe it, caffeine is considered an illegal drug by the International Olympic Committee! siao. but hm to reach the illegal limit one would have to "drink three to four mugs of coffee, within athe hour before exercising.....would likely hurt performance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh all this crap. i recommend not touching coffee and sticking to energy drinks. or if training ain't gonna be thaaaat hard, stick to water. water bestest. natural always bestest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-3083235155479317157?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/3083235155479317157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=3083235155479317157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/3083235155479317157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/3083235155479317157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/03/coffee.html' title='coffee.'/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-7478997982923105448</id><published>2007-03-30T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T22:56:02.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. tonight i had the biggest dinner of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;was celebrating mum's bday which is tmr, the 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was sashimi. thick, juicy slices longer tahn my middle finger (that's long).&lt;br /&gt;yum. i may have eaten half a fish tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also had about seven types of meat. but was quite disappointing. i came to the conclusion that they purposely overcook the meats, so that there's no chance of...undercooking them? o.o ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then. ggxx came the dessert. ggxx.&lt;br /&gt;dammit la. i prob had 5000 calories.&lt;br /&gt;merigue- is that how u spell it- too much of it. mousse - is that how u spell it - (i know it's not moose) (cos moose can only refer to one thing) (one person)... and there was cake. and omgggg DURIAN PUDDING fanfosianhsogjsogjnsjgbaogabgapjjcpj gulp gulp gulp. and mandarin sherbet!!!!!!!!!!OMGOMGOMG WIN WIN WIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walao. win.&lt;br /&gt;sry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need exercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-7478997982923105448?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/7478997982923105448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=7478997982923105448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/7478997982923105448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/7478997982923105448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/03/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-7848977335817476582</id><published>2007-03-29T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T21:30:48.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 2</title><content type='html'>seeeeek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been sick.&lt;br /&gt;tiring training + prison break till 3.45am the next day + pe the following day = sick.&lt;br /&gt;stayed home today. hope i didn't miss much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. did very badly for cts..got lowest possible C for bio, lowest possible E for chem. i believe i missed an A for maths by one mark, and my econs just looks..dismal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo, i've got my work cut out for me. mm yeah. i'm actually quite happy with my results. cos they're gonna be my driving force this term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i know that the results i got this time round do not reflect my potential at all, i came to realise that getting an "A" isn't as easy as it used to be, especially in this school. it's pretty hard to slack around and still expect As to fall into your lap. i spent much of term one slacking around, but didn't expect any As, if that makes it any better at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahoy there term 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flame on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-7848977335817476582?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/7848977335817476582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=7848977335817476582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/7848977335817476582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/7848977335817476582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/03/term-2.html' title='Term 2'/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-8110092250166760081</id><published>2007-03-26T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:37:30.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody ct1 has demoralised everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been slightly woken up now. need to get back the rest of the papers to get the full blast. now i hope that i don't get an A for maths so that i'll just kill myself, if my father doesn't do so first.&lt;br /&gt;not frustrated, angry nor sad. maybe it's cos i totally expected it, maybe it's because people around me feel so much more disappointed that i have no capacity left to feel sad for myself.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i'm quite ready to work hard for the next set of tests. but! right after prison break! damnnnn poey. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, injuries have...subsided. no more hip problems for the moment, and my back didn't hurt too much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, it has taken me five whole years to realise something about throwing: the more relaxed you are, the better you will throw. it all makes sense now- when you relax your muscle it's able to stretch more, and for throwers that's very useful since it helps you not only to have that proper 'snap' action, but it sort of extends your arm, giving you a longer distance to pull and accelerate.&lt;br /&gt;and it has taken me five years to realise that.&lt;br /&gt;so right now im starting to throw as relaxed as possible...and omg im throwing abit further than when i tense up. this is really stewpid.&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of little nemo's father, when he realised that it was time to let nemo take charge and make decisions in his own life...&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe abit far-fetched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok time for some fruit. bb. oh btw anyone read last last wk's 'mind your body', the article on multivitamins? and how it may actually be harmful??&lt;br /&gt;that's just sad. my only form of supplements. they just have to take it away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-8110092250166760081?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8110092250166760081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=8110092250166760081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8110092250166760081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8110092250166760081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/03/haha-bloody-ct1-has-demoralised.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-8264125820142382675</id><published>2007-03-22T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:07:10.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no stress no more&lt;br /&gt;it is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but actually i stil feel like studying.&lt;br /&gt;cos, like, when everyone was, i wasn't; i started abit late.&lt;br /&gt;therefore my steam ending abit late too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this round i'm gonna die man.&lt;br /&gt;i predict:&lt;br /&gt;C for econs&lt;br /&gt;D for bio&lt;br /&gt;A for maths, a low one though&lt;br /&gt;high E for chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL @ chem. twas a great way to end off CT1. first time i've had to actually chiong through a paper. seriously chiong, looking for all the teeny weeny bits of marks i can get here-and-there.&lt;br /&gt;i complated section A and B with like, so much time to spare! or so it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it dawned upon me that the 'so much time' wouldn't really be 'so much time' when i saw the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Section C (60 marks)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa biang. but i got really angsty when i heared...&lt;br /&gt;"you have fifteen minutes left." ggxx. i was somewhere in the middle of qn 2 (obviously does not mean i had completed everything TILL qn 2) and zzz i realised that i had my empty graph paper hidden beneath my fullscap pad, calculator, data booklet and question paper WHICH WERE ALL SUPPOSED TO FIT ON ONE LT TABLE. and wth doing work on that table just kills my back. puts my back in some &lt;strong&gt;PERMA-KNOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so gg la i skip qn 2 and move on to complete the graph thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die, die. all in all, i remember deciding to skip many qns, wincing at the [9] or [10] i saw attached to them as i flipped the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm! this round will wake me up. hohoho. unfortunately the t&amp;f season is just starting, with nat juniors and swift round the corner. and omg not i have some hip problem i don't even know if i can throw! ggxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see la, i'll see how i can juggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-8264125820142382675?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8264125820142382675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=8264125820142382675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8264125820142382675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/8264125820142382675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-stress-no-more-it-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-6636766711766395217</id><published>2007-03-17T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T21:04:55.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;great, it's 1.5days to CTs and oh! i've finally come up with my &lt;strong&gt;STUDY PLAN&lt;/strong&gt;...claps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got it all worked out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow- Do econs, and touch on bio for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Do Bio.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- Do Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- Do Chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't you see how systematic it is? it's like some &lt;i&gt;formula for success&lt;/i&gt; la. there's one problem though...this is how far i've gotten, as of tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs- Page 3 of lecture notes 1 for this year. and er, haven't touched last yr's stuff. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio- Skimmed through some of last yr's topics...still have about 2 more of last year's topics left. oh wait, aren't we tested on this yr's stuff too???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths- I am now at..Tutorial 5A! the standard questions on integration by substitution. ooh la la. still have the rest of integration, P&amp;C, Vectors, Complex numbers to do! not to mention conics, which samuel says we also have to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem- Have read through organic chem once, have done all but one of the practice papers given to us for this CTs. discovered two days ago that...there's such a thing as apparent molecular mass? yeah. i win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we all can see, i'm heading in the direction of getting 4As man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok back to reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ggxx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-6636766711766395217?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/6636766711766395217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=6636766711766395217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/6636766711766395217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/6636766711766395217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/03/hahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-4223894384748331288</id><published>2007-03-15T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:44:17.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i win. i can do most of complex numbers tutorial. which is like damn good cos i stoned throughout the lectures except for the first few pages (i got lost somewhere there. and when i get lost i refuse to move on till i understand whatever it is).&lt;br /&gt;so what i did was just listen during the tutorials and hoho! it was there that i learnt complex numbers. who needs lectures?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i vote for a full tutorial system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yesterday, when i fell asleep on my couch after reading bio notes for 10 minutes, &lt;strong&gt;the usual&lt;/strong&gt;, i had some weird dream. i dreamt that i was sucking on this toffee. and suddenly my teeth hurt - the pain felt very real- and my teeth felt like they were caving in. damn ouch. and for some odd reason, that caused my mouth to generate another toffee tablet in my mouth. and that cycle just kept happening. i.e. after every time my teeth caved in, a new toffee tablet would solidify in my mouth. i kept spitting them out, but they kept coming, so much so that i had around 4 tablets in my mouth at one time.&lt;br /&gt;weird dream. anyway i woke up and my teeth were ACTUALLY hurting. so im wondering, did i dream such a thing cos my teeth were really hurting(in reality), or was it cos of the dream that the pain i felt when i woke up was so real? zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. im going nuts(even more nuts) getting cooped up at home. it takes just a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unproductive. inefficient. underemployment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the economics of mugging during the so-called march hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls do not get dragged down by my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone out there: jia you and be not like me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-4223894384748331288?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/4223894384748331288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=4223894384748331288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/4223894384748331288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/4223894384748331288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-win.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-3302122361260783701</id><published>2007-03-14T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:39:52.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol.</title><content type='html'>"Hello?" &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"Hi honey.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;This is Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Is Mommy near the phone?"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"No Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;She's upstairs in the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;with Uncle Paul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;After a brief pause,&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Daddy says,&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"But honey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you haven't got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an Uncle Paul."&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes I do,&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;and he's upstairs in the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Mommy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Brief Pause.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"Uh, okay then,&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;this is what I want you to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Put the phone&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;down on the table,&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;run upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and knock on the bedroom door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shout to Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Daddy's car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just pulled into the driveway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"Okay Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;just a minute."&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;the little girl comes back to the phone.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"I did it Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"And what happened honey?"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"Well, Mommy got all scared,&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;jumped out of bed&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;with no clothes on&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;and ran around screaming.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;Then she tripped over the rug,&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;hit her head on the dresser&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;and now she isn't moving at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;"Oh my Gosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;What about your Uncle Paul?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"He jumped out of the bed&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;with no clothes on, too.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;He was all scared&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;and he jumped out of the back window&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;and into the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;But I guess he didn't know&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;that you took out the water&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;last week to clean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hit the bottom of the pool&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;and I think he's dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;***Long Pause***&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;***Longer Pause***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;***Even Longer Pause***&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;Then Daddy says,&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;"Swimming pool?"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Is this&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;486-5731?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-3302122361260783701?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/3302122361260783701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=3302122361260783701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/3302122361260783701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/3302122361260783701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/03/lol.html' title='lol.'/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-8530676355487254586</id><published>2007-03-13T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:00:09.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i came across this quote today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"friends are the bacon bits in the salad bowl of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it trying to say that these bacon bits are what we look forward to? that these bacon bits spice up our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no man!.. it's telling us that our friends are there to tempt us, to GET US FAT!&lt;br /&gt;oh, it's cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been eating too much of late. been getting fat. damn. time to C.U.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have not been studying as much as i'd like to. was quite unproductive today. sucks. maybe i'll be more productive tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr i shall revise bio in the morning. afternoon, perhaps this yr's chem??&lt;br /&gt;aiyo i think many of us will die for this term's CTs. too little time to study (actually no it's called delayed realisation of the need to start studying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ggxx. i shall try to do well for just maths n chem this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUS open hse was very hot. not hot as in popular, but it was damn humid la. and the lectures were almost totally useless. less useless for those who brought chem notes along to study. the exhibition was more on-point though.&lt;br /&gt;got free book in goodie bag! woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-8530676355487254586?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8530676355487254586/comments/default' 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type='html'>i hereby apologise to everyone that may have to face my weirdness which will soon be caused by focused mugging in the following one-and-a-half weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-4270153644071967591?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/4270153644071967591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=4270153644071967591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/4270153644071967591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/4270153644071967591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hereby-apologise-to-everyone-that-may.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-5149635202378292941</id><published>2007-03-07T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:15:53.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gpggedmetoday.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what exam conditions are like.&lt;br /&gt;ended up stoning alot while writing my essay. after each paragraph i'd stone and drift away...only to snap back to reality after a while and realise that my pen hadn't moved in the last few minutes or so. then i'd check to see if what i wrote was linked to the question, let alone answer it. and gg nope it almost never did. but i forced myself to write, which only served to dig a deeper grave for me. hahaha ok man. i'm gonna die for gp this time round. this time. after CTs, please remind me of how i feel now so that i'll put in extra effort to read up and to tune my writing style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway gp has fired me up for studying.&lt;br /&gt;i have like, about 10 days (lol) to revise 2.5 months worth of this year's stuff plus some ancient history which will be tested along with it. wa sian okok enough warming up it's time to actually start studying. damn sad case la me. nvm i shall rely on my chionging methods to save me once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must plan out my next one n a half weeks carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way NUS open house this weekend who going ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-5149635202378292941?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-2371165457440374984</id><published>2007-03-04T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:00:12.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(koped from chiaw yee's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where you're going to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where you're going to?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the things that life is showing you?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going to?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Do you get what you're hoping for?&lt;br /&gt;When you look behind you there's no open door&lt;br /&gt;What are you hoping for?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were standing still in time&lt;br /&gt;Chasing the fantasies that filled our minds&lt;br /&gt;You knew how I loved you, but my spirit was free&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at the questions that you once asked of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where you're going to?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the things that life is showing you?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going to?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now looking back at all we've had&lt;br /&gt;We let so many dreams just slip through our hands&lt;br /&gt;Why must we wait so long before we see&lt;br /&gt;How sad the answers to those questions can be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where you're going to?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the things that life is showing you?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going to?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Do you get what you're hoping for?&lt;br /&gt;When you look behind you there's no open door&lt;br /&gt;What are you hoping for?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol is reading this supposed to inspire you or simply depress you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-3603262317786963689</id><published>2007-03-03T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:59:28.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese makes everything else seem so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the day i considered converting from javelin to shot put. but javelin prevailed and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is so much work to do, so much.&lt;br /&gt;but i've completed Maths Assignment 11B.&lt;br /&gt;have you?? hohohohohoho ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to do some chem.&lt;br /&gt;must not fail the chem lect test on tues.&lt;br /&gt;main focus shall be on GP though.&lt;br /&gt;eeyer i realised that gp is also very de important.&lt;br /&gt;all these language subjects. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-646772594334440672</id><published>2007-03-02T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T21:37:34.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got an E for chinese. Eeyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i got my results, i just kept saying to myself, just pass. just pass. can liao.&lt;br /&gt;but we all know human nature. we're just greedy.&lt;br /&gt;an E will definitely stain my A level cert. and sian, how am i supposed to apply to med school with an E for chinese? confirm reject if i apply to a local U. maybe there's a possibility if i get AAAA and A1 for GP, but what are the chances of that.&lt;br /&gt;even then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now i have to seriously consider retaking chinese. really big decision.&lt;br /&gt;if i choose to retake it, i'll be under alot of stress..and i don't know if that'll affect my other subjects. and it's not like if i retake i'll confirm get a better grade. though of course, i believe that if i work very hard, it can happen.&lt;br /&gt;but if i choose not to retake it, i may simply be prematurely disqualifing myself from entering a local U. well, at least if i want to take medicine or something related.&lt;br /&gt;noooo. it's quite stupid if i get AAAA and cant get into medicine just cos of some weird language called mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but! if i were to study overseas, i don't think chinese will be a problem. thing is, i can't really use this in my decision-making process cos it seems like just an excuse not to take chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E seriously sucks. never seen an E for anything else in my life. it's like, Fail, but they tell u it isn't just so that u feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't want to retake chinese...after going through 11 years of pain, sian-ness...i just don't want more of it even if it were for 3 months, especially cos it doesnt guarantee improvement in my grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh,&lt;br /&gt;this is TRUE SUFFERING. ok not.&lt;br /&gt;please pray for me, that i'll make the right decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-646772594334440672?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/646772594334440672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=646772594334440672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/646772594334440672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/646772594334440672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-got-e-for-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-9066277733712130830</id><published>2007-02-28T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:57:20.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh i shall not hide from the inevitable&lt;br /&gt;friday aka judgement day is just a little more than two rounds the clock away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese has always been my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i have the right to blame ac for such an anglo-chinese chinese education..i guess that'll depend on how i do this friday. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i've always struggled with chinese, especially spoken mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;ting xie, tian xie han zi, were like free marks to me.. but comprehensions were just killers.&lt;br /&gt;one thing that i really love about chinese, or rather, the chinese education we get, is the chinese teachers! especially sec sch chinese teachers. and even more especially, the english-speaking ones. ha has. and even even more especially, the ones which bring sweets to class. and the even mostest especially, those which allow u to get away without handing in four essays in a row. and when u finally do, they get so happy that they praise you for being such an obedient and hardworking student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am really nervous about ze chinese results. all i want is a pass. haha. i think everyone else in rj, less the ac boys, will be looking at grades above Cs..or at least, will retake if they do any worse. it's all good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese chinese chinese&lt;br /&gt;oh so important chinese&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-9066277733712130830?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-2830392612573934349</id><published>2007-02-26T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:37:35.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Ivy!&lt;br /&gt;you can now run away from home legally.&lt;br /&gt;18 years old is no joke. it's like..being old.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, may u photosynthesize to greater heights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today chem and econs tests just gg-ed me. but lo, i know it's cos i haven't been practising. damn noob. nvm. im starting to warm up liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training has been quite sian the past week. not hitting distances i want to, but worse, my back gives way after a few jav throws. makes me feel that there isn't hope cos i've hardly improved since last year? or perhaps the improvement just isn't visible/obvious yet. either way, i have no right to give up nor lose heart. or at least i won't give myself that right.&lt;br /&gt;argh but i can't help but feel that my body wasn't made for throwing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, no fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-2830392612573934349?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/2830392612573934349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=2830392612573934349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/2830392612573934349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/2830392612573934349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-ivy-you-can-now-run-away.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-4318871009690585693</id><published>2007-02-24T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T21:29:29.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>next week will be week 9.&lt;br /&gt;and as i said, week 9 is the week i start gearing up for the common tests.&lt;br /&gt;there is much to do: revision of last year's work, reading some of this year's stuff for the first time, revising this year's work, over and over again, till perfection (or somewhere close to that).&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm a little tired of slacking la..teachers are starting to hound so it's about time i do my work.&lt;br /&gt;it will be difficult though...the start always is. but once u reach activation energy, the rest is downhill. and at the end of the slope, it will be stable. and that's when the common tests will be like 2days away or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la. so time to warm up liao.&lt;br /&gt;but first, gotta prepare for econs n chem tests on monday.&lt;br /&gt;nooo my econs will gg.&lt;br /&gt;chem, i havent really like done a single qn on gibbs free energy thing so i dont really know if i will gg or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-4318871009690585693?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/4318871009690585693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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about?&lt;br /&gt;don't believe all the stories, of chinese gods and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know the truth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;conspiracy theory no.438:&lt;br /&gt;cny came about a few centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;it started off with two men.&lt;br /&gt;one, who wanted to kill all humankind by the introduction of trans-fats hidden in irresistable cookies. he knew that humankind would be helpless. it was a flawless plan.&lt;br /&gt;till the other one came about.&lt;br /&gt;the other one wanted to save humanity. he knew of The Evil One's plans. but there was no way to stop him!&lt;br /&gt;The Good One decided not to give up. he couldn't, at any cost. he had to settle on trying to prepare the bodies of humans for the onslaught of trans-fats.&lt;br /&gt;he decided to promote vitamin C intake.&lt;br /&gt;but alas, not many humans were able to understand his teachings on the functions of vitamin C.&lt;br /&gt;and thus, the exchange-a-pair-of-oranges tradition was born!&lt;br /&gt;he knew that humans just loved to exchange round, orange things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with knowing the truth comes great responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, eat your oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forsake your cookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-1281473701218631586?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/1281473701218631586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=1281473701218631586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/1281473701218631586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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topic 16: reaction kinetics for chem...well, at least 2/3s of it. i can't believe i stoned during the lectures! i thought the topic was some cheem thing...but after reading it...zzz. during the lectures i tried too hard to listen to what the lecturer was saying, which ended up with me confusing myself. i thought there was so much more to it....apparently..not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr will be self-training day 2. was thinking of asking ppl to play bball with me but...i realised that i would like to taste a little bit more of what i got last sat. anyway this week is chiong week. training will be very..exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway. after reading 2/3s of chapter 16...i decided that i needed a break.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't dare play dota.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to play XIII&lt;br /&gt;nor jedi academy.&lt;br /&gt;fifa just didn't feel like my thing&lt;br /&gt;and i have some problem with installing quake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guess what i played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEOPETS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-6766963519105547852?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/6766963519105547852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=6766963519105547852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/6766963519105547852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/6766963519105547852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/02/fwaa.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-6859192657045590815</id><published>2007-02-18T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:28:12.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy cny to all&lt;br /&gt;today started off very well, cos i was allowed to wear a polo shirt instead of this thick long-sleeved shirt for visiting. i think that just made my day lol.&lt;br /&gt;managed to squeeze all visiting into 3/4 of a day! i think it's cos every year we just have to visit less and less houses...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i just discovered today, that it's the year of the pig. thank you thank you. cos i started receiving messages with pig this pig that. and it sort of suddenly dawned upon me. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to control my intake of cny goodies today...but it all came crashing down when it came to gelato ice cream which claims to be 95% fat-free, which is quite bs even though it may be true, cos most ice creams don't contain much more than 5% of fat anyway (i think). but yes. i had ice cream today. quick, everyone, grab a stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sat i managed to train alone at ccab. did mainly leg stuff. and some chin-ups. damn my chin-ups really cmi. sian. i shall aim to hit 30 chin-ups for napfa. if you know how many i can do now, that's quite a challenge. and eh 30 chin-ups shall be 30 commando-quality chin-ups, not canoeist style.&lt;br /&gt;anyway it was really nice to train alone. i managed to focus so much on my leg drills...and i was able to push harder. and i was able to think clearly. and it was so relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway the whole ten yards is on i thinki shall go catch abit of it. tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-5284166706775332258</id><published>2007-02-16T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T22:13:57.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahaha today i was kinda happy.&lt;br /&gt;for once, i didn't have to think about 'what homework i had to hand in to-day (but can't)'.&lt;br /&gt;for once, i didn't have to stone for 25 minutes before assembly started (i really can't help coming to school early).&lt;br /&gt;for once, i didn't have to struggle to keep awake during lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't able to explore much of what rjc had available around the whole track today cos i was helping out with the biathlon...i heard that ramly's was supposed to be there?! but it wasn't anywhere in sight. anyway managed to chip in a little for our class' soccer matches...missed my only chance to score a proper goal. sian. but nvm, managed to net a miskicked penalty. lol. heng sia. lobang summore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talentime was quite cool. rj has some talent. congrats to sam n benny. btw samuel's from track and field. so yeah, he sort of represented what we all, at track, are like. yeah. we sort of taught him those moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the event some class people came over to slack ard. watched high school musical. lol though it's meant for children, like us, just a little younger, i found it quite refreshing. haven't watched such a show in a very long time. disney channel show. it's nice to believe for a while that some things (the story) may actually be so simple in real life.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i sometimes remember to tell myself to keep things as simple as possible, because the only reason that the matter at hand seems to be complicated is because i comlpicate it for the sake of creating a reason to allow me to pretend that it is difficult, and therefore delay my confronting of the actual problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i learnt.. that it is/can be good not to worry so much about repercussions that have a low chance of actually occurring..though my instinct really hates to conform to that idea. the only reason it does, is because when i follow that idea, i feel so much more relaxed, at ease. and as a jc student in singapore, it's best to eliminate any extra form of stress if possible. diao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya tired liao, that's why all that crap came out. i shall go listen to music and maybe play with milo. i realised that i've been neglecting milo cos i've been coming home late on most nights. which is bad and irresponsible. especially when i claim (to myself) that milo's the only &lt;strong&gt;person&lt;/strong&gt; i've shown so much affection to. milo and his.. idiosyncracies just win me over, like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok digresszz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-5284166706775332258?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/5284166706775332258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=5284166706775332258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5284166706775332258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5284166706775332258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/02/wahaha-today-i-was-kinda-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-5435454181631920092</id><published>2007-02-14T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:07:37.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>failure.&lt;br /&gt;next time i think i should prepare for vday abit earlier. curses, my order wasn't processed.&lt;br /&gt;but wait, no more vdays, no more. or at least, the next two will be spent somewhere in tekong. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many chocolates. i hope i don't get some sore throat tmr, it'll just kill my weights training. should have thought twice before consuming the fat-saturated milk chocolates. right now i really feel like an amoeba.&lt;br /&gt;but oh yes, thanks everyone for chocs. lol.&lt;br /&gt;esp our econs tutor who shared a secret recipe cake with us! i think for today's lesson, he just managed to break even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian today is February the 14th. march round the corner. CTs round the corner. hmms. ok i must make sure i time it right this time.&lt;br /&gt;yep this' the way i work. i think it's one of the ac characteristics which are in-built. we slack slack slack till it's time to prepare for the onslaught. usually we start preparing about 2weeks beforehand for minor exams and 3 weeks for major exams..so let's see..&lt;br /&gt;this wk- wk 7.&lt;br /&gt;ok that means that i'll have to start chionging in about...13days. yeah. ok set. till then, i shall enjoy myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-5435454181631920092?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/5435454181631920092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=5435454181631920092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5435454181631920092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/5435454181631920092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/02/failure.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-6128647751020601707</id><published>2007-02-13T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T22:31:59.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha gg tmr i will appear empty-handed. LOUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. apparently there are about 3 versions to valentine's story. one says that valentine was a prisoner in some country and he fell in love with the general's (of that country) daughter. but yeah, he was a prisoner, and he could only communicate via written msgs..and he'd always end his letter with "love, your valentine"&lt;br /&gt;and ta-da, some people still use it today.&lt;br /&gt;one of the two other stories sounds quite dumb, and the last one...slipped my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway, to whom it may concern, no training this sat and next mon. anyone wanna train with me at ccab?? on sat and tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-6128647751020601707?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-7890911550809094431</id><published>2007-02-12T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T21:11:15.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woo, i loved today's training. i think i shall ask it to be my valentine.&lt;br /&gt;though i didn't hit the distances i wanted to, i made a breakthrough with technique and timing. now all i have to do is practice it till it becomes second nature.&lt;br /&gt;forgive me friends, if i start spinning in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;twas bout time it happened, as next week's training program for me is to whack it out and aim to hit distances i've never hit before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that sufficient sleep can improve your trainings by over 20%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok man. the day after tmr is valentine's day. i'm quite broke now lol. we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT TO TRAIN AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;sorry today's training keeps playing in my head. and i won't stop it just to blog. yes yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-7890911550809094431?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/7890911550809094431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=7890911550809094431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/7890911550809094431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/7890911550809094431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/02/woo-i-loved-todays-training.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-3864042357045465077</id><published>2007-02-11T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T21:47:30.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow the weekend passed quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i learnt that even after many many years of practice, i am still unable to accurately read the time.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to get up for church which starts at 9.30. usually, i get up ard 8.50. so yeah, i woke up and looked at the clock and read 8.20. so i told myself i still had about half an hour, so it was ok to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;well, the clock actually read 9.20 la.&lt;br /&gt;so, gg.&lt;br /&gt;9.30 mum comes in and wonders why im still in bed.&lt;br /&gt;i shall have to ration reading digital clocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho next week will be rather eventful. valentine's day, take5 and chinese new year celebrations. i already have my valentine date- with approx 25 others. oh well. if only i didn't have tuition...then i'd..i'd be able to spend valentine's day with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my jav/discus la. what, in the world, were u thinking.&lt;br /&gt;basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hm. valentine. the story of valentine. i shall go research and post my findings here on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take5. will be held at ccab. oh, glory. woohoo. woooohoooo. i hope u all have fun getting here. hmm. the whole event will end at ard 1pm i think. anyone wanna go watch ghost rider??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year- not looking forward to it. why??&lt;br /&gt;Reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Sun. The Heat. bad for my skin. gets me lethargic. and tired.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Food. The Junk. gets me fat and yucky, full of carbo and sugar, not to mention saturated fats.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Ang Baos. I get quite an amount but i always end up chucking it into the bank cos i can't think of a useful way to spend it. and that somehow irritates me lol.&lt;br /&gt;4. Having to stone in front of relatives who don't speak english. It's actually quite tricky to look like u understand them when ur actually just waiting to nibble at the snacks they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but! i like CNY cos it brings the family together. love the reunion lunch on the 1st day and dinner on the 15th day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whao next wk wil be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-3864042357045465077?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/3864042357045465077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=3864042357045465077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/3864042357045465077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/3864042357045465077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/02/wow-weekend-passed-quite-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-7616051574855177193</id><published>2007-02-09T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:09:52.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There were two nuns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them was known as Sister Mathematical (SM),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other one was known as Sister Logical (SL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is getting dark and they are still far away from the convent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: Have you noticed that a man has been following us for&lt;br /&gt;the past thirty-eight and a half minutes? I wonder what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: It's logical. He wants to rape us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: Oh, no! At this rate he will reach us in 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;at the most! What can we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing to do of course is to walk faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: It's not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: Of course it's not working. The man did the only&lt;br /&gt;logical thing. He started to walk faster, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: So, what shall we do? At this rate he will reach us in one minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing we can do is split. You go that way and&lt;br /&gt;I'll go this way. He cannot follow us bo! th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man decided to follow Sister Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Mathematical arrives at the convent and is&lt;br /&gt;worried about what has happened to Sister Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sister Logical arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: Sister Logical! Thank God you are here!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;The man couldn't follow us both,so he followed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: Yes, yes! But what happened then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing happened. I started to run&lt;br /&gt;as fast as I could and he started to run as fast as he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM : And?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing happened. He reached me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: Oh, dear! What did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing to do. I lifted my dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: Oh, Sister! What did the man do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing to do. He pulled down his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: Oh, no! What happened then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: Isn't it logical, Sister?&lt;br /&gt;A nun with her dress up can run faster than man with his pants down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who thought it would be dirty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-7616051574855177193?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/7616051574855177193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=7616051574855177193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/7616051574855177193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/7616051574855177193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/02/there-were-two-nuns.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-4515338248582702807</id><published>2007-02-08T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:28:19.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a story about people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody's job. Everyone thought that Anybody could do it but Nobody realised that Everybody would not do it. It ended up that Everyone blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yes you've probably come across it but every now and then we need to be reminded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh i've been slipping in my work. or more precisely, lagging. maths test tmr and im not so sure that i'll clear it, where clear= a decent pass la. cos even though i did well for my assignment it's only because my father was by my side. so far i've done only one qn from the tutorials given...Qn 7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, i agree, i should start studying more. and completing my assignments on time.&lt;br /&gt;this means i'll have to prioritise. but argh i'm too used doing things OTOT (own time own target). my reason is that if i choose to do that thing when i want to, i'd do it much better than if i were to force myself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok you know what? i have to study for chem now. and sleep. tmr sure damn tiring with the long pracs and dry run for take 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before i leave, GOOD LUCK TO ALL J1s collecting their results tmr.  especially to my juniors, hope all of you will get what u deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-4515338248582702807?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/4515338248582702807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=4515338248582702807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/4515338248582702807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/4515338248582702807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-story-about-people-named.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-779949707989847069</id><published>2007-02-04T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:28:19.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oleh singapore winsss.&lt;br /&gt;alam shah's yellow boots are of much greater use than pck's pirated ones.&lt;br /&gt;but it was also due to noob thai defending.&lt;br /&gt;not like sg didn't have it's share.&lt;br /&gt;so all in all, it was fair. the controversial penalty given to sg in the first leg was offset by the offside called by the linesman for the (supposed) first goal for sg in today's leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed watching the match and doing my maths assignment at the same time. though i have to admit the maths assignment seemed much more fun after the thais scored their first goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, well done, congrats to the sg team. for overcoming the odds, for fighting on infront of the overwhelming thai crowd. it seemed quite hopeless after the thais scored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ah, ah ha. k. enough soccer, im not a soccer person, unless it's about seeing ball, running to ball, and whacking ball (regardless of direction), and scoring a goal (regardless of which goal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hamstring's recovering!! great news. now i have to focus on not getting any other part of my anatomy injured. because, if i can do that, i'll finally be able to get back on schedule. i sort of have the next month or so planned out. just got to hope for the best now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week: maths test, chem spa. damn vectors! i'm now forced to learn vectors within the next few days or so. i realise it wasn't so wise to sleep through all of mrkok's lectures even though it was level 8 sleep-inducing. well at least i was able to complete the assignment...took me quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, next wk will be quite xiong. jian-xiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-779949707989847069?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/779949707989847069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=779949707989847069' title='0 Comments'/><link 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think the reason why i have been 'shrinking' is that i haven't been eating fast food! oh man it dawned upon me, like a great revelation, today as i was eating a bandito's meal at kfc after training. as i observed the mayo and ketchup ooze out of the bandito, i made a quiet promise to myself that i wouldn't eat kfc more than once a fortnight. well, actually, once a month. the 'fortnight' part is just in case i give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm targeting kfc and not any other fast food chain like macs and ljs cos i realised that kfc meals contains the mostest fat content. the mayo is evil! and for some reason they think that chicken fat is a very good substitute for chicken itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think they should take econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after my encounter with the great evil, i made my way to 7-11 to get a mini carton of orange juice, which has much more meaning and value than a carbonated, flavoured cup of sugar that has water added to it. as i left 7-11, this dude stopped me. one of those salespersons again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this one was...different? he claimed to be an ex-convict and started telling me about how he was hoping to be given a second chance, and so on. so i asked him: "oh is this part of the yellow ribbon project?"... and he replied (to this effect):" er, honestly, i didn't approach the yellow ribbon project...but i approached this company instead, this company which helps people get jobs.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wondered how trying to sell pens to people on the road was a job. but i guess he just wasn't able to tell me his story comprehensively, and i was satisfied enough to fish out 2 bucks for the plastic pen. i guess it was his sincerity which won me over.. and i was actually more than happy to help him. so i decided to wish him good luck, before i made my way to the turnstiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was on my way home in the bus, i was thinking..hmm what if he was just conning me? cos it's happened to me before- once a guy managed to induce my pity, but not before he walked away looking totally happy that he had just earned a few bucks for play-acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the guy i met today seemed sincere! then again, i'm some gullible noob who likes to believe people are true even thought they may be so very suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i decided to be happy with the fact that i meant well, and that 2 bucks isn't much to trade for a little good-feeling about yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-9088589431606690846?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/9088589431606690846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=9088589431606690846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/9088589431606690846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/9088589431606690846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-vs-evil.html' title='good v.s. evil'/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-12824362604947826</id><published>2007-01-31T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:46:03.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one injury after another.&lt;br /&gt;nooo.&lt;br /&gt;first came the shin splint (by the way i read somewhere that shin splints refer to so many types of injuries associated with the muscles in the shin area, need not be the bone), then came the left hamstring. then came the right ankle, and the right knee.&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;lucky the right knee and ankle aren't serious, and should be o.k. by tmr. im just worried about the hamstring.&lt;br /&gt;injured hamstring=no running=no jav/lousy discus throwing&lt;br /&gt;also=no drills, no sprinting&lt;br /&gt;also=no weights for lower body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iow=ggxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is of the essence- every second i lose, i'm actualy losing 2. cos while i'm being set back by one sec, someone else is improving by the sec = 2sec deficit. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now my jav is like barely crossing 40m. discus barely hitting 35m i think (only trained once for discus this yr cos i've been doing jav mainly...which bareth no fruit yet -.-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. that's what it's like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lemme tell y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not for long, not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to expect +15m for jav and +10m for discus in half a year is nuts. then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-12824362604947826?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/12824362604947826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=12824362604947826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/12824362604947826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/12824362604947826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-injury-after-another.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-117008505977233293</id><published>2007-01-29T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:37:39.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>walao i just watched the spiderman 3 trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;MUST WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T WATCH YOU'RE NOT MY FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;YOU SAY LOUSY EVEN IF IT IS, OSO NOT MY FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way. the storyline is as such. peter parker damn noob, gets overconfident with his superhuman powers, and then this black infestation takes over. im not sure if that's the 'venom part'..it could be, as venom is like some symbiote/alien or wat crap. but there are a few versions as to what venom is and how it/he came about. anyway yeah. he turns black. and it sort of takes him away from his fiance mary jane and family. at the same time he has to face the sandman.&lt;br /&gt;but of course the sandman isn't much of a problem as his alter-ego is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how long can any man fight the darkness before he finds it in himself?"&lt;br /&gt;that comes from the teaser trailer.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait till may. i think i may watch it twice in the cinemas. it's like my movie of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love spiderman. i can just cry la when i watch it. oh ya lol. it's one of the movies i cry like, while i watch. paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls hor. MAY 07. must watch hor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-117008505977233293?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/117008505977233293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=117008505977233293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/117008505977233293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/117008505977233293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/01/walao-i-just-watched-spiderman-3.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-116990669387917591</id><published>2007-01-27T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T22:04:53.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lionel lewis ggxx cannot catch spinning ball lol.&lt;br /&gt;ok i admit to watching soccer, but twas a sg vs malaysia match. which is going on right now. so yeah, i left the game halfway cos i got abit bored..hoho. and apparently a goal was just scored. by singapore. and i missed it..as in the goal was scored somewhere during the time i walked upstairs to the comp; if i had stayed for just one minute, i would have seen it.&lt;br /&gt;wa biang.&lt;br /&gt;i give up.&lt;br /&gt;wait for papers tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i was reading up on vectors. i totally zonked through the maths lectures on vectors part I. and so i made it a point to go through it during the wkend. and zzz...i just finished and i realise that the whole set of vectors part I notes can be completed in 2hrs. waste time sia. so i guess im lucky the sleeping didn't really sabo me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training...has not been the best. weather has been sorta kind though...the rain stops just before we start training. but argh. technique has. been. hard. to. grasp. i keep telling myself that there is no hurry, that technique must be perfected first...but as always, the gan chion part of me just wants to chiong.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of training extra on wed mornings b4 school. wonder if it's a gd idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been stuffing myself with food lately. no effect yet, apart from the initial bloated feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! back to vectors soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-116973805687204623</id><published>2007-01-25T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:14:16.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo. training today. some weights. haven't been doing much weights. now i feel abit stiff, even after stretching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! our dear ex-coach cum teacher i/c came online tonight- my first time seeing her online this yr. therefore i had to hog her attention for a while and woot, now i have a much better sense of direction, in terms of how i should train. good. so the game is on. the only thing that can stop me now is....injuries o.o touch wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; is about timing and rhythm. i should have realised this so much earlier. but better late than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok man time to do some chem spa skill B and D. and then get some much needed rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-116973805687204623?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/116973805687204623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=116973805687204623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/116973805687204623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/116973805687204623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/01/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-116956311377841197</id><published>2007-01-23T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:38:33.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wa biang my shoes suck&lt;br /&gt;everyone please think twice when buying nike shoes&lt;br /&gt;they like to paste many parts together...and for people like me who like to put alot of  impact on my shoes, it just doesn't work. the shoe self-dismantles till there's no soul(sole) left.&lt;br /&gt;i shall from now on never buy nike shoes again unless i really have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have come to this conclusion that i have not been eating enough. for the amount of exercise that i do. i've been gettin abit thinner, like since school started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now i feel abit too lean for my own good lol. so i think i shall start to eat more and erm, stock up on carbo before training. ah crap i just realised how little time i have till nationals: less than 6 months. that's super close.&lt;br /&gt;and hm i think it's time to start training proper for discus too. argh. not easy to juggle both events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to do econs! tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-116956311377841197?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/116956311377841197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=116956311377841197' title='0 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divya suzie n poey. im how man now. just went straight in. could not bear to see what ppl's reaction would be. now i know what it means to "ying zhe tou pi chuang guo qu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to some restaurant i never knew existed to celebrate mel's bday with her...i had some nooby small lasagna. ok maybe it was small only cos i was hungry. and the rest shared stuff like pizza and some uber big pasta dish which fortunately cost 40+ bucks.(i say fortunately cos if not i'd feel so loser eating just a lasagna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to some parteh happening at the plaza in vivo...wa biang. haha it was damn farny la...the jjc students just kept jumping n jumping and there was this time when this girl kept tapping me bong n sam on our shoulders to jump along. kena sai, i told her to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;and oleh came the rain. and one of them shouted "doo not lett the rainn dampen our spirittttttsss!!" wa sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, girls should just accept the fact that they are shorter than some guys. wearing heels only provides &lt;strong&gt;temporary satisfaction.&lt;/strong&gt; and noobs. still shorter than me. hohohohohohoho. ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok got work to do. yes yes wake up man im in j2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-116938626129368149?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/116938626129368149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=116938626129368149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/116938626129368149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/116938626129368149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthdays-to-van-and-mel.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-116921098750561188</id><published>2007-01-19T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:49:47.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh noooo.&lt;br /&gt;had a mini bio test today which i didn't take seriously. but not cos i didn't want to...i tried to study for it but it was just too rushed la. and so, i couldn't recall stuff well enough during the test. and when things are vague, i rather not write anything at all. therefore, blanks.&lt;br /&gt;and blanks got me scolded. sort of. tcher was trying to wake a number of us up, those of us who (i think) left what he felt was too many blanks in the test. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;so re-test on monday.&lt;br /&gt;wat to do, just mug it lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeyer, this weekend there's just so much work to do. must try my best to do as much as possible. learning the whole chapter of vectors will be one of the priorities though..cos if i don't learn it i'll just waste all maths lessons next wk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, yay that my shin feels ok right now. training tmr, i think i will be able to throw. tmr i just aim to hit 45m easily. lolll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is running out. and 55 is still far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-116921098750561188?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-116913343753514077</id><published>2007-01-18T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T23:17:17.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wa yes i did my maths assignment and chem basic qns. albeit abit the late. who cares la. liddat major accomplishment for me can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shall continue completing my work. yes we shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shin splint not so bad now. cant wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-116913343753514077?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/116913343753514077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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this year and i realised that i wasn't keeping to them. aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all is not lost, i feel that i can still redeem myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-116904433493534311?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/116904433493534311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=116904433493534311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/116904433493534311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/116904433493534311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-took-look-at-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-116895673010822457</id><published>2007-01-16T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:12:10.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>continue running</title><content type='html'>wa sia la&lt;br /&gt;my shin kena-ed something. i think it's a minimicronano-fracture of some sort. which is very bad, as i just started my very own trainng regime. the start!! of my journey to reaching my potential!!&lt;br /&gt;this is but a small hurdle though. shall not stumble because of something so little.&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;stupid shin.&lt;br /&gt;have to be extra careful this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k gtg go do hmwk now (walao rafflesian mugger anti climax.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-116895673010822457?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/116895673010822457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=116895673010822457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/116895673010822457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/116895673010822457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/01/continue-running_116895673010822457.html' title='continue running'/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-116869949256167264</id><published>2007-01-13T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:11:34.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one tear less</title><content type='html'>i was just blog hopping, something i don't do unless i'm looking for views on life from random people.&lt;br /&gt;came across this person's blog, this guy athlete. many of his entries were dedicated to thanking different people in his life- coaches, friends and teammates who have spurred him on so much, who have helped to drive him so much that he's at the top of his game.&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy for him but at the same time, i feel jealous. everyone will understand when i say i'm happy for him...many great athletes have been built upon the foundation of motivation coming from people he/she has met in his/her life. but jealous??&lt;br /&gt;i sort of wish i had &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;. when i was in ac...i hardly got motivation from anyone at all.&lt;br /&gt;i trained for myself, telling myself that i had to be the best that i could be, and by slacking it would be doing myself an injustice..i forced myself to push. but i didn't have proper guidance and i ended up training the wrong way at many a time. i'm lucky that the brute in me had helped me overcome the many critics i met along the way.&lt;br /&gt;since i read that guy's entries i've been trying to think of anyone who has really motivated me...&lt;br /&gt;blank! almost blank. the only person i can think of right now, who has sacrificed so much to support the team i've been in would be MsChai, who just left us. She was always willing to go out of the way, most dedicated teacher i/c cum coach i have ever met and i believe i will ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wonder how i have managed to make it to where i am. i used to have frens who just tsk at my committment to training. uninspiring teachers, coaches. parents who treatened to force me to pull out of my cca if i don't do well in my studies. coaches who have not pushed me at all.&lt;br /&gt;and then i realise, not for the first time, that where i am now, what i am now, it's all because of my stubborness to admit defeat.&lt;br /&gt;i can remember the many times that i locked myself in my room just thinking about all the setbacks i had at that moment. and i'd always end up telling myself 'so what? i'm not going down like that.&lt;strong&gt;i will not fall today. sad i may be, hurt i may feel, but i will bloody show them what i can do.&lt;/strong&gt;' or something to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;shed many tears. but it was during those times that i gained my strong, stubborn will. it's the same will that drives me to do well in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;when pushed, i push back harder. yay i like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess.. different people have different stories, although the results may come out almost the same. he was built on encouragement form others, i was built on encouragement from myself. lol.&lt;br /&gt;lonely, battered me. that's the way i work best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-116869949256167264?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/116869949256167264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=116869949256167264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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intensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, the guy's team faces very very tough competition from hwa chong. to many it looks very unlikely that we stand a chance...oh well!&lt;br /&gt;as captain, i just hope to motivate everyone to do their best, give their all, and that is already much more than what i can hope for.&lt;br /&gt;as a member of the team, i will put in the mostest effort using all the energy i can muster.&lt;br /&gt;discus- 45m pls.&lt;br /&gt;javelin- 55m pls.&lt;br /&gt;for javelin there'll be a slight problem...if i actually hit around that distance, it'll be hard to train in school...cos usually we'd share the field with wither girls' soccer or girls' touch rugby..and we'd divive the field into two. thing is, 55m is sort of...over half the field. it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;if i get to that stage. i don't mind making even more sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;haha many people are committed but...it's a little different when you're willing to sacrifice so much.&lt;br /&gt;we train 1-4-6 now...but...i think i have to fit in a few solo training sessions...only thing stopping me is that i dont want to overtrain nor compromise my academics.&lt;br /&gt;sacrifice, how far should it go?&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i should stop getting distracted by some stuff. aches, but i can't tend to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it's my last year representing a school in track and field. last year. final, last year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-116861304192086896?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/116861304192086896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=116861304192086896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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won isketch twice. kowtow to mel. we gg. we are now in shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah i'll only update on events and if i find like some cool poem or like some part of some song i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it's cos i need to just get off this comp and do my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must keep in mind my new year resolutions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-116835467485458471?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/116835467485458471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=116835467485458471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/116835467485458471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/116835467485458471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/01/argh-i-shall-not-be-updating-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-116817595458531126</id><published>2007-01-07T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:19:14.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the first time in my life,&lt;br /&gt;im doing a bio tutorial while having to refer to the notes all the time.&lt;br /&gt;practically copying masses out of it. very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh the weekend wasn't long enough for me to catch up on all the stuff i don't understand...looks like i'll have to depend on the little breaks i get between end-of-school and start-of-cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh we have finally established a t&amp;f table which unfortunately only operates in the mornings. as you walk into the canteen look to your right, we're on the first row of tables. but eeyer the place abit dark dunno y some of you want to sit there.&lt;br /&gt;anyway it's all good. i finally can stop roaming around school and have a place to sit at before school.&lt;br /&gt;omg track table, so cool. i bet everyone wants to sit at our table now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-116817595458531126?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/116817595458531126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=116817595458531126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/116817595458531126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/116817595458531126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-first-time-in-my-life-im-doing-bio.html' title=''/><author><name>ahloy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-116800093200451326</id><published>2007-01-05T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:31:13.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>biang.&lt;br /&gt;nicotinamide adenine dinucleotide phosphate. PSI &amp; II. P680 P700 photophosphorylation chemiosmosis photosystems photoactivation carotenoids  photoprotection accessory pigments. wa biang all this crap from first few pages of photosynthesis. so much crap. i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.isketch.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my substitute for dota. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch. headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-116800093200451326?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/116800093200451326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=116800093200451326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/116800093200451326'/><link rel='self' 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driving slavedriver.&lt;br /&gt;ah crap. i shall just call myself an rg mugger. noooooooooooo no no no no no no no no do not punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking out of a lecture theatre scratching your head isn't a very good sign. and it's worse when nothing is done about it. plus i must really chiong now before my t&amp;f season gets real heated up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topics to study: p&amp;c, vectors, organisation of orasdsaosigoaizyotes, photosynthesis, respiration. to be &lt;strong&gt;mastered&lt;/strong&gt; by the end of january.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfection, detail&lt;/strong&gt; shall be this year's keywords for studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;load the coal! i don't want to run out of steam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-116791750930078284?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-116783330226840053</id><published>2007-01-03T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:08:22.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>j2, day 1</title><content type='html'>as expected, it was slack. ok that was day 1.&lt;br /&gt;we are going on to day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and day2 onwards, we start proper. we start learning, and revising. no more crapping around. though i don't feel stressed yet, i shall just stress myself out first anyway.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, we shall start studying. ok , i shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a breaks here n there so i shall zoom to the library to revise stuff first. i shall have to revise chem and re-learn the last few chapters of bio that were taught. ok not 're-learn'. i meant 'learn'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't dota today. i win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799794.post-116771203977727080</id><published>2007-01-02T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T12:29:50.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>as always, resolutions. i shall keep things simple this year. i summed it up with one resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) be a good boy this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's cos i didn't get any presents from santa...maybe. anyway, being a good boy would refer to being disciplined- trying my best to complete my homework even if im so tired after training, concentrating during training and never giving up, keeping to the correct priority list. it would also mean being more obedient and less defiant towards authorities, and trying my best to put myself in another person's shoes. it also includes trying to be there for those who need help, being more selfless and being more humble.&lt;br /&gt;i will also stay away from warcraft, and any other time-consuming games which may result in any form of withdrawal symptoms if i stop playing them. so far (1 day) it has worked. i plan to keep it working for the next year or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;version 2.0 coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799794-116771203977727080?l=steelbiscuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelbiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/116771203977727080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799794&amp;postID=116771203977727080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799794/posts/default/116771203977727080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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