<?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-4882903229782988013</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:43:24.652-07:00</updated><category term='Hell'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='RI'/><category term='footdrill'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Poly'/><category term='Work'/><category term='red cross'/><category term='communism'/><category term='Future'/><category term='classroom tables'/><category term='camp'/><category term='RJC'/><category term='Current Affairs'/><title type='text'>brain activity of a high school kid</title><subtitle type='html'>don't think, listen</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' 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type='text'>it's been awhile</title><content type='html'>well it's definitely been a long time since i've been here. oh just went to kill a moth fluttering about in my room, now i'm back. right, where was i, yea last year. ok nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in jc now. and i can't say it's been the best of years, but it certainly isn't the worst either. jc life is certainly different, lectures and tutorial style of learning just doesn't cut it for me, but as far as i'm concerned, do marginally well enough not to get retained and life's good. i can't really connect well with my class but then again it's not like we have common interests either. and it's not like they haven't tried, well that's just how things are i guess. well my promos are finally over and what does that matter. my household's kinda in turmoil now and whatever. frankly i can't be bothered with it all even tho i should. women are the cause of many a man's problems i'd say. that's as far as i'm going. rite then. i'm just here coz i'm bored. bb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't listen to that much heavy metal now, but i'm always on the lookout for great stuff. more rock and electronica and whatever nowadays, as long as it sounds good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-3505524097872486035?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/3505524097872486035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=3505524097872486035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3505524097872486035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3505524097872486035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-awhile.html' title='it&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-6507464985926100265</id><published>2008-11-06T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:36:09.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past</title><content type='html'>everyone has a past. not everyone has a future.&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably dying, just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say i've done a fair bit of travelling in the past. met people, loved people, hated people, bid people farewell. i want to see them again. but after all these years. it's difficult to find them. and even if i do, will they still remember me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this notebook that i had, an ex class gave it to me before i left the school in shenzhen, china, 6 years on, i still have it. but i can't find them. maybe i'll look forward to tomorrow, but for now a trip down memory lane is filled with the regret of not keeping in touch with them now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-6507464985926100265?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/6507464985926100265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=6507464985926100265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RI'/><title type='text'>High School Is Hell</title><content type='html'>So my GPA just came back. It's nothing special. Nor did I expect my results to matter so much to me. But generally, like everything else except for guitar and metal I don't give a shit about my results. But there were some nice surprises. I got an A+ for RE which is the first time in 4 years. The gamble I took at the start of the year to just fuck it all for a special interest project paid off. I also topped 3 classes for Geography which is great I guess, but I spent the least effort studying for Geography anyway, half the reason being I hated the teacher. But now I've done well for the exam and I'll letting Geography go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the big question would be what subjects to take next year. Or which school to (probably) transfer to. Frankly I am sick of the Raffles Programme and now that they're merging(RI and RJC) I don't really think I'll still be able to handle the future workload that seems to be a level 100 Burden spell(see: Oblivion). Anyways some other nice places I'm considering would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJC&lt;br /&gt;VJC&lt;br /&gt;Various Polytechnics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wherever else with easy assessments and great friends. High school is high school. I'm just here to get it over with and blow it up to hell. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the various subjects being offered next year are all kinda like shit. So at the start of the year I was soo looking forward to going to RJC. But nowadays, I'm just thinking to hell with it all. My O level Chinese(I still have to take that shit) will be next wednesday or something and my life is basically in limbo right now. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments on where to direct my future awesomeness(aka: suggestions on which school to go to) can kindly be left under this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-3779267777874269456?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/3779267777874269456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=3779267777874269456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3779267777874269456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3779267777874269456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-school-is-hell.html' title='High School Is Hell'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-6352876610528792493</id><published>2008-10-04T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T05:25:03.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stomp</title><content type='html'>i don't like stomp. it fuels the nature urge to be a busybody. when something doesn't conform to the ideal society you have in mind, just a random thing out of the ordinary, take a picture and post it online. privacy issues, things like that, who really gives a damn. and there's the rants. never before has ranting been given such exposure. even being published in the national newspaper at that. recently it's about people not clearing up their plates in public places. well. that's life. get on with it. if something like that urks you so much to the point where you HAVE to ABSOLUTELY do something about it...damn. since when has tolerance in our society diminished to non-existence? well i guess it's in the nature of Singaporeans. being an over-achiever, so focused on work, we expect everything to be taken care of. i'm definitely getting out of this country when i can. I can't start a band here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-6352876610528792493?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/6352876610528792493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=6352876610528792493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6352876610528792493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6352876610528792493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/10/stomp.html' title='stomp'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-127493437201610676</id><published>2008-09-19T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:17:56.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>it happens.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be the rainy season this time of year. rained like hell a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;and these few days it's been sunny like scorched earth erotica.&lt;br /&gt;i'm typin this with my left hand coz i'm eating an ice cream with my right.&lt;br /&gt;yep the weather's too hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-127493437201610676?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/127493437201610676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=127493437201610676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/127493437201610676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/127493437201610676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/09/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-4558179072884124032</id><published>2008-09-13T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:35:39.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love does not exist on the internetz</title><content type='html'>there was this fleeting memory i just had.&lt;br /&gt;i was in elementary, probably primary 5 or primary 6, the whole class was in the computer lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of fun we went to this love calculator or something. apart from checking out the compatibility of the usual classmates, crushes etc&lt;br /&gt;one friend went to put in the names of his parents. Compatibility = 0%. Funny as hell, everyone who saw it fell of their chairs in laughter. And my friend was understandably pissed at it. Anyways, moral of the story is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no Girls on the internetz. There is no love on the internetz. So get off it and start socialising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-4558179072884124032?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/4558179072884124032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=4558179072884124032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/4558179072884124032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/4558179072884124032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-does-not-exist-on-internetz.html' title='love does not exist on the internetz'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-5148244022439736240</id><published>2008-09-09T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T05:17:00.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Contests</title><content type='html'>It greatly saddens me to see many guitar contests that I am unable to enter for. Simply because I'm not in USA or Canada or wherever. Many people on ebay selling their guitars and other related items are also reluctant to ship their gear to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, Singapore's on the map dammit. We shouldn't restrict competitions and contests to ppl in the US of A and Canada and UK and where only. It kinda pisses me off. But there's not much I can do about it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway anyone who reads this with guitars and amps(bass also can) to giveaway why not contact me by commenting here xD. I definitely want whatever equipment you have coz as a student I don't exactly have the cash to feed my shredding habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-5148244022439736240?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/5148244022439736240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=5148244022439736240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/5148244022439736240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/5148244022439736240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/09/guitar-contests.html' title='Guitar Contests'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-285087581844965436</id><published>2008-09-01T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:19:08.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruity Loops</title><content type='html'>First time creating a track. took some time(1 hr) to create a 34 sec basic 'song'. it was fun. and now i kinda have an idea what to do now. YEA. some people may view me as a metal head, and yes i listen to metal and i'm proud of it. but i listen to MUSIC. which means songs that focus on their chords, their scales, not about whatever you're actually singing because most people(probably just me) don't really care about lyrical content. there are poetry slams for that. MUSIC means expressing yourself and impressing people and having fun doing it. MUSIC can't change the world, but it certainly changes who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fruity loops is a great software.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-285087581844965436?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/285087581844965436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=285087581844965436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/285087581844965436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/285087581844965436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/09/fruity-loops.html' title='Fruity Loops'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-3205858208701079361</id><published>2008-08-31T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T03:27:53.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tuition</title><content type='html'>so i went to tuition, and went to the toilet 3 times. no wait, 4.&lt;br /&gt;the first time it smelt okay, so i took a dump(even I have to go sometimes!)&lt;br /&gt;the second time it smelt like smoke&lt;br /&gt;the third time it smelt like piss&lt;br /&gt;the fourth time it smelt like smoke(again)&lt;br /&gt;the place is heavily air conditioned, god forbid anyone smokes in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also remembered some posts back that i was rant about my parents and repeating the word 'FINE" (i think). i suddenly think it's not very manly so that never happened =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-3205858208701079361?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/3205858208701079361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=3205858208701079361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3205858208701079361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3205858208701079361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/08/tuition.html' title='tuition'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-765423384467229921</id><published>2008-08-08T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T03:18:24.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>random title. I was just looking at what i should put for a title, and suddenly the word 'lucky' came to my head. another one of my whims i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was just checking out my other blog pandemicwonderboy.blogspot.com(don't bother it's deleted). and i realised since sec3 i have been really really immature about things, rap is immature haha. still, i like rap(certain songs), but metal is still the shit. seemed like my last blog was just a place to rant and blow of steam. either way, it's deleted now, so i don't really think you should bother with the last blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote a random poem on wed while waiting maybe 1 to 2 hrs at the sch's printing shop to print a 100+ page RE report(damn proud of that report I am). and well, surprisingly the poem is entitled 'print'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Print&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter by letter&lt;br /&gt;Word by word&lt;br /&gt;Line by line&lt;br /&gt;A report is defined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molecules of ink&lt;br /&gt;Drying instantly&lt;br /&gt;the machine's on the brink&lt;br /&gt;facing a hundred page project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minor error here&lt;br /&gt;A slight mistype there&lt;br /&gt;Another page to repeat&lt;br /&gt;The machine will overheat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one's aware of its despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, random. I think it was quite good though, just started strumming power chords on my acoustic guitar, and suddenly, i started singing the poem out on A7 chord somehow, strumming the 5 &amp; 6th string a few times, and then the 2nd - 6th strings to let the 2nd and 3rd string ring. i think it's a nice song =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-765423384467229921?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/765423384467229921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=765423384467229921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/765423384467229921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/765423384467229921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/08/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-6846159337647378287</id><published>2008-07-23T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T06:04:37.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rush</title><content type='html'>exams are coming.&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 tests next wk on a five day work week. lousy.&lt;br /&gt;i find myself studying more and more. sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-6846159337647378287?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/6846159337647378287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=6846159337647378287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6846159337647378287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6846159337647378287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/07/rush.html' title='rush'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-3039257676788709330</id><published>2008-06-27T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:56:20.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Sucks</title><content type='html'>no idea how I thought of that, but for the next few months, till around 5 November, life is going to sucks. so i'm not sure whether i will posting anymore until then.&lt;br /&gt;Hate the final exams of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-3039257676788709330?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/3039257676788709330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=3039257676788709330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3039257676788709330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3039257676788709330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-sucks.html' title='Life Sucks'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-4935759215413684538</id><published>2008-05-19T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T05:09:30.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>underbar</title><content type='html'>got an acoustic guitar today. a nice blue one, pity the frets are abit wrong, usual should 3,5,7,9,12. but mine's just 5,7,10,12. why the hell 10? anyway more or less the sound is great, the painting is decent, can decorate, and it costs $70 at davis, an acoustic CONGRESS. either way it's just for fun and playing songs like 'hurt' by johnny cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to heaven to train today, it really rules, will do the higher level stuff next time lol, met some nice kids there and played soccer. quite fun. next time will hardcore balance. i just realised that when one does not consider everything else and focus all his effort on the movement, it is almost guarenteed that he will make it. considering one is not drunk or on drugs of course. the safest way to train focus would be balancing. by balancing one would only focus on keeping the body in balance and to traverse the thin obstacle, not considering what would happen if one lost balance. if one stopped and took the time to consider the consequences of losing the balance, he would most probably fall on his side and injure himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will hardcore balance next time. hell yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLAYER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finnish metal band Kalmah is pretty sick, we should all go listen to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-4935759215413684538?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/4935759215413684538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=4935759215413684538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/4935759215413684538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/4935759215413684538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/05/underbar.html' title='underbar'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-4750013698470856131</id><published>2008-05-04T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T04:46:38.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Moods</title><content type='html'>I seriously have no opinion on this, i went to my maths tuition with my bro, then i saw the teacher shouting at someone, not sure what it was, but then again i was shouted at by him before, so then again no matter. He came to me when we entered and stared at my bro, my bro stared back, i decline to say what happened next but it left my bro sniffling i think. Then after that in the middle of doing a maths question my maths teacher and his father went to another boy and shouted at him again. The reasons are all valid I hope, but somehow he was on a rampage today leaving three teenage boys on the verge of crying..damn. It's a method I'd never employ. Bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ya'll go on www.youtube.com, the most popular video site on earth, you'd find THIRTEEN damn parkour videos being featured recently. Man what the hell happened to youtube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-4750013698470856131?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/4750013698470856131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=4750013698470856131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/4750013698470856131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/4750013698470856131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-moods.html' title='Bad Moods'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-6208213188467550545</id><published>2008-04-24T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T06:28:50.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lousy</title><content type='html'>Looking back at my life, I've had many regrets, if my past life were a movie, it'd be sad one. So I'm the chosen pessimist nowadays, it doesn't matter, my life still sucks as of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilates is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manek introduced a great new game called audiosurf today, apparent the game gets damn fun when you play metal songs on it. And since 60% of my 2k songs on my playlist are obviously metal, hell yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portfolios are useless, I don't intend to go anywhere anyway, but working in Google would be nice. JC life seems so near yet so far, it's just next year, but looking at what obstacles are in front of me now, all the workload, but with the right philosophy, never limit, ADAPT. Everything in front of me is just another opportunity, make use of it dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Normal' people who don't do parkour and don't listen to metal, start small if you're interested. And as usual, we can always find great manga on onemanga.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lousy day as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-6208213188467550545?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/6208213188467550545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=6208213188467550545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6208213188467550545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6208213188467550545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/04/lousy.html' title='Lousy'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-5056149813868917994</id><published>2008-04-13T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T06:36:19.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the edge</title><content type='html'>My Spine has degenerated itself till the point of raising the questions of surgery.&lt;br /&gt;That's the easy way out, they put some metal rod in my spine to prevent it from moving again so that it doesn't curve further to the point of collapsing, but the thing is that it restricts movement, and to a person who lives for movement like me, that's like killing me. I will do anything not to go for surgery, for my spine to cure itself and revert back to it's god given position. It pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chickenpox + Sprained ankle has seen me out of action from school for 1.5 weeks, i definitely will taste hell with all the work pouring on me tomorrow. It pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;And there's a maths test tomorrow, what a bother. And I will probably have to take the physics test and philosophy test too. It will be a lousy tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents want me to get a new guitar, probably a stratocaster/telecaster or a les paul. I just want something comfortable to put on my lap. Going to school in slippers tomorrow. BOOYAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-5056149813868917994?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/5056149813868917994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=5056149813868917994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/5056149813868917994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/5056149813868917994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-on-edge.html' title='Life on the edge'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-4324020843876257886</id><published>2008-03-29T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T06:52:54.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art's Fest</title><content type='html'>boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the video that won was really retarded, yet it won, we know what kind of videos to produce next year.&lt;br /&gt;dance got champion, that was well deserved, all the moves were synchronised, and the fight parts were damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song was useless, but it was good all the same. the band that played had a super pro guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go listen to 'read a book' by lil jon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-4324020843876257886?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/4324020843876257886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=4324020843876257886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/4324020843876257886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/4324020843876257886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/03/arts-fest.html' title='Art&apos;s Fest'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-3098009292935847786</id><published>2008-03-21T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T04:29:58.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>church</title><content type='html'>my dad dragged me to church.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, now they're calling me a christian.&lt;br /&gt;i only prayed to jesus and god for my injuries to heal. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some teenagers might be confused over their position in religion, especially one who headbangs along to the beat of dimmu borgir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i would say that, i'm not exactly a christian, or a free thinker either. that definitely does not mean i worship the devil. hell i believe in god and the devil, jesus to, but that includes buddha and all the other gods in this world man. i believe in jesus but i'm not a christian, i believe there is a god and a satan, but still, i side with neither. conclusion, don't convert me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-3098009292935847786?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/3098009292935847786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=3098009292935847786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3098009292935847786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3098009292935847786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/03/church.html' title='church'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-7662479485928917683</id><published>2008-03-20T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T06:12:22.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arcane Lifeforce Mysteria</title><content type='html'>Spiritual Black Dimensions is like my favourite dimmu borgir album now.&lt;br /&gt;9 songs of pure magic.&lt;br /&gt;And Arcane Lifeforce Mysteria is my favourite dimmu borgir song. the starting guitar is not only creepy, but magical as well, the first time you hear it you really think of it's mystique and the overall 'magical-ness' of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tailbone hurts and has been hurting for like week or so. i have no idea why,but i think it's when i failed a dash vault and plonked my ass on the teacher's table. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Everton park to check out the location, even though it's raining like hell there, the place is great for a pk vid. arjun is the first dipshit to climb onto the roof of the multi storey carpark there. dipshit. there's a photo in my phone but hell i'm not posting it here. boring now though lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally went to the doc abt my ass, gave me mc till next monday, great doc. she said there's nothing to worry about and it will go away in abt 3 days or so. yea. moral of the story, who gives a shit abt getting hurt when the dash vault is worth doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid i'll never learn =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-7662479485928917683?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/7662479485928917683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=7662479485928917683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7662479485928917683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7662479485928917683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/03/arcane-lifeforce-mysteria.html' title='Arcane Lifeforce Mysteria'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-4536776199761080769</id><published>2008-03-14T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:17:53.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update on my life</title><content type='html'>nothing to update.&lt;br /&gt;camp was fun.&lt;br /&gt;bought an ipod.&lt;br /&gt;must do more photography and parkour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-4536776199761080769?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/4536776199761080769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=4536776199761080769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/4536776199761080769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/4536776199761080769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/03/update-on-my-life.html' title='update on my life'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-3181394004733070581</id><published>2008-02-27T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T04:37:21.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>treading on uncharted environments</title><content type='html'>know your limits, that always came to my mind when doing parkour, not this time heh.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, we were doing parkour for RE, one sequence involved a turn vault to a drop that was of no consequence to me, or so i thought. I had not practiced the turn vault for a long time, really out of my emotional league. but frankly, if we let instinct take over, as animals with a few thousand years of experience on the good earth we live in, i didn't think it would let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the film started, there was no space for 'what if i fall?', 'what if i fail?' I can't see the future and i'm pretty sure neither can you(but if you can feel free to drop me a message) at this point in time, you go into limbo, that experience was whack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn vaulted, my only memory of that turn vault was an image of the 'ledge' my feet had to be planted on, then i dropped. half a second it felt fine, as if i was doing it all the time, the suddenly i had tread on uncharted environments, my body realised i had never dropped so far down before, instinct took over, and before i knew it, i landed, knees bent, hands on the ground, ninja style. Damn, never felt so euphoric in my life. Instinct is good, and I will never forget everything I feel about Parkour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parkour, instinct, it's just an extraordinary experience for ordinary people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-3181394004733070581?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/3181394004733070581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=3181394004733070581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3181394004733070581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3181394004733070581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/02/treading-on-uncharted-environments.html' title='treading on uncharted environments'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-2386284897350612860</id><published>2008-02-22T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:55:58.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity</title><content type='html'>flag day today, many thoughts on it, but i'll share a few interesting experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tin was a designer one, with flags of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a mum and her son, the mum wanted to give a few coins, but the son(arnd 6-10 i think) took out his wallet and donated, later he took the flag and gave it to his mum, good kid though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to reflect, i have nothing to say here, let it be kept somewhere else where the prying eyes of the internet can't reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to hate some singaporean netizens, some of them just can't resist posting outrageous, indecent and inconsiderate acts on sites like stomp and crucifying them online, jesus man, just chill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;500ml lemon tea, $1. 1.5L lemon tea, $1.45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take the 1.5L one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-2386284897350612860?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/2386284897350612860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=2386284897350612860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/2386284897350612860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/2386284897350612860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/02/charity.html' title='Charity'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-8062856691936376374</id><published>2008-02-21T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T01:14:38.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>film</title><content type='html'>i had no filming projects on tuesday, i ended up with 2 on wednesday. A day can change the world, at least it changed mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-8062856691936376374?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/8062856691936376374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=8062856691936376374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/8062856691936376374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/8062856691936376374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/02/film.html' title='film'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-7340537720404852816</id><published>2008-02-15T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T06:27:02.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one is trustworthy</title><content type='html'>thank you for teaching me that lessons mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;someone promised me a bmx if i got full marks for my radian TA, i got it, and got a tongue lashing from them as well.&lt;br /&gt;so what if my assignment was lowest in class, that's not even counted in the CA.&lt;br /&gt;so what if they think my attitude is bad, i still produced results. in this world, results are everything. and they went back on their word. great. fuck off and die motherfuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they don't wanna hear what i don't tell others? fine, let's treat them as strangers. i no longer see them as my parents. good luck to me. i still have that maths cct on monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-7340537720404852816?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/7340537720404852816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=7340537720404852816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7340537720404852816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7340537720404852816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-one-is-trustworthy.html' title='no one is trustworthy'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-299187636126451643</id><published>2008-02-14T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T04:39:17.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day</title><content type='html'>shoot the couples you see on the street for once again, i am dateless. damn.&lt;br /&gt;15 years and still no girlfriend, what a failure i am.&lt;br /&gt;any cute anime-ish girl who's looking for a bf come find me xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like that's ever gonna happen, anyways i've been seeing couples doing more brazen stuff these days, half of me wants to go like "how romantic..ahh", the other half wants me to shoot them for public misconduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, on this lonely night, i still have metal to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metal is Lord. Rock on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-299187636126451643?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/299187636126451643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=299187636126451643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/299187636126451643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/299187636126451643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-7566371533778496137</id><published>2008-02-04T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T04:34:23.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday</title><content type='html'>heh, long time no see blog!&lt;br /&gt;i've deviated from metal somewhat, metal still kicksass, especially COB, but then exploring american hard rock and heavy metal is not bad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still do parkour, abit of freestyle movement, i definitely wanna get a bmx.&lt;br /&gt;Got an electric guitar and have been taking lessons since the start of the year heh.&lt;br /&gt;Power Chords ftw.&lt;br /&gt;My guitar kicksass, a B.C. Rich Metal Master KKV, basically a weird 'V' shaped electric guitar, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else ar, Sec4 life is boring, especially with so many projects here and there.&lt;br /&gt;My bro joined RC o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i do with my life, still trying to answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJC! Only 1 more year! Yea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-7566371533778496137?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/7566371533778496137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=7566371533778496137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7566371533778496137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7566371533778496137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2008/02/someday.html' title='Someday'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-4844397651710713725</id><published>2007-12-23T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T06:38:19.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna die!!</title><content type='html'>passed by someone in henesys on the way to the dungeon.&lt;br /&gt;saw CherryBlue03, a lvl 50 cleric(then) who wanted to die. watched her die 3 times =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz she still wanna do ludi pq.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing wrong with that, but alas, we must move on. progress must occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-4844397651710713725?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/4844397651710713725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=4844397651710713725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/4844397651710713725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/4844397651710713725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wanna-die.html' title='i wanna die!!'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-7922459312702616032</id><published>2007-12-22T17:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T17:27:45.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savage.</title><content type='html'>Bandit lvl 30, can do savage blow so fun.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that i just thought abt maple. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done parkour in days, need to do something.&lt;br /&gt;Maths tuition later in the afternoon, never bothered with their homework.&lt;br /&gt;Registered for courses on electric guitar, interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I need to find her, sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of getting an LTD guitar and either Roland or Line 6 Spider amps.. metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find her ahh. Seems like i am giving up already...damn should have asked for her number on the day we touched down on the airport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-7922459312702616032?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/7922459312702616032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=7922459312702616032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7922459312702616032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7922459312702616032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/12/savage.html' title='Savage.'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-3327237830812349085</id><published>2007-12-21T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T05:30:22.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple</title><content type='html'>I'm playing maple again.&lt;br /&gt;Bleh i'm wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Went to ri for my bro today.&lt;br /&gt;He's in same sch as me, great drama going to happen!&lt;br /&gt;Stephen could get blackmailed by my bro coz he likes... a very special girl to him.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Bob koh's speech still boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timbaland (ft. One Republic) with their song 'Apologise' hits the bullseye!&lt;br /&gt;Likely to die soon. I must find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-3327237830812349085?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/3327237830812349085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=3327237830812349085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3327237830812349085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3327237830812349085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/12/maple.html' title='Maple'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-4987588074845782372</id><published>2007-12-18T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:48:02.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bass</title><content type='html'>thinking of getting bass guitar lessons?&lt;br /&gt;interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-4987588074845782372?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/4987588074845782372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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bored i'm not even interested in playing com games even though now i can anytime i like =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's because i'm in love. bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-7153412166846714523?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/7153412166846714523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=7153412166846714523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7153412166846714523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7153412166846714523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/12/bored.html' title='bored.'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-293896143345832009</id><published>2007-12-17T01:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T01:15:03.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheh.</title><content type='html'>went out to train in the morning, rained soon after, raining now. training cancelled halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family problems again. cheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's better to think of her and not the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-293896143345832009?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-4882903229782988013.post-1450827816427494624</id><published>2007-12-14T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:49:33.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ricopk</title><content type='html'>bored. it's very hard and painful to be waiting for someone like this. somehow i've turned into this walking zombie, i need to find her. so i did something to get it off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with stephen and kenneth to places arnd city hall to look at cameras, half the time i didn't know what they were saying actually, but it seems that both of them have some respectable interest in it. me? i'd prefer a digital one and let the rest be damned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing happened, during dinner with them at the food court i prayed to god for me to find her, then the stupid PE teacher appeared. WTF, i bet god is playing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went for the rico concert, was not bad actually, especially when you get to go in free and have free gallery seats haha, left early coz we decided to do some night training. there are some nice places just outside tajong pagar mrt, but after that we went to bishan and finished our training there haha, cleared a 2.5++ m wall, think i'm improving, but all i want is her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-1450827816427494624?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/1450827816427494624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=1450827816427494624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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then, i can only come back with 1 memory, the memory of her. i can't believe this, but i'm actually wildly infatuated with someone, yet i don't know her name, her age, which school she goes to, it really sucks now. the only lead i have is the name of her cousin. the first time i saw her, it really felt like i could keep on looking at her forever and not stop, argh. i'm not giving up, if you read this blog or anything, msg me or something, shit i need to find you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-8245889352919048998?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/8245889352919048998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=8245889352919048998' title='0 Comments'/><link 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as my first time, my feet ended up quite painful after the session. &lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, it was a good one.&lt;br /&gt;then i met a couple of girls at the park, and we..&lt;br /&gt;that's a story on my deathbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it really strikes me how innocent you are at 12, playing all those silly games. but then again, that's 12 years old.&lt;br /&gt;nothing more, scouting for potential pk places tmr, pk ftw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-2913182340031564817?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/2913182340031564817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=2913182340031564817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/2913182340031564817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/2913182340031564817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/11/method-naturelle-training.html' title='method naturelle training'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-3888384027646601472</id><published>2007-10-18T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:31:55.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resupply</title><content type='html'>just came back from massage spinal treatment.&lt;br /&gt;had a great dinner at tao's restaurant 4 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;improved in urban movement.&lt;br /&gt;kitchen is well stocked. now have coke, ice lemon tea, chocolate mousse cake, maomi sweet(whatever that is).&lt;br /&gt;will be having pizza for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-3888384027646601472?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/3888384027646601472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=3888384027646601472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3888384027646601472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3888384027646601472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/10/resupply.html' title='resupply'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-4515183465960987611</id><published>2007-09-24T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T01:04:40.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>did it!</title><content type='html'>i got too cocky today ._.&lt;br /&gt;jump from 2m, try to land on a rail of 1m, land on the grass, aiyah i anyhow do lah. Lucky oni end up with some kind of small toe injury man..heng..&lt;br /&gt;AHH I swear i won't do anything that's beyond my limits ever again!&lt;br /&gt;anw did saut de chat today!!! DID IT!&lt;br /&gt;one small movement for me, one big movement for my confidence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-4515183465960987611?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/4515183465960987611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=4515183465960987611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/4515183465960987611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/4515183465960987611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/09/did-it.html' title='did it!'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-665663645475937167</id><published>2007-09-15T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T05:55:18.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mass Stealth</title><content type='html'>Strained my foot from a particularly nasty vault. Might have to rest which totally sucks, but that puts my mind more on work anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was at the poh huat park today, not parkour but park, so sad. Nevermind, can't resist a few vaults, cat balances here and there..heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then saw a guy who's acting on tv at poh huat playground, that Mr Kiasu guy or whatever. He looked damn anxious, looking around, like someone or something was going to pop out and kidnap his children or sth liddat. Chill dude. Singaporean actors are paid peanuts compared to US hollywood stars, anxious for what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that me and HS were discuss upon systema and ninjutsu.&lt;br /&gt;"Did Russia conquer Singapore?"&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"Did the japanese conquer singapore?"&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;"I prefer systema coz it's more practical, unlike ninjutsu which is like showing off."&lt;br /&gt;DUDE! Ninjutsu is STEALTH! You're not supposed to see me, show off for wat!&lt;br /&gt;ninjutsu so good meh. lol. &lt;br /&gt;how did the british let s'pore fall into japanese hands.&lt;br /&gt;they think the jungle too tough for japanese..&lt;br /&gt;then the soldiers do mass stealth attack.&lt;br /&gt;Come into S'pore on bicycles! Not in tanks but bicycles sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really wondering upon the concept of a mass stealth attack.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost impossble to pull off, but if done so, then man. Some people must be blind, deaf, and dumb at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MASS STEALTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-665663645475937167?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/665663645475937167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=665663645475937167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/665663645475937167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/665663645475937167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/09/mass-stealth.html' title='Mass Stealth'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-3064803653624437255</id><published>2007-09-14T04:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T04:58:40.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonder.</title><content type='html'>I saw an old friend on the bus today.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if he remembers me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-3064803653624437255?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/3064803653624437255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=3064803653624437255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3064803653624437255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/3064803653624437255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/09/wonder.html' title='wonder.'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-7605068984034294695</id><published>2007-09-07T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:30:41.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skillz</title><content type='html'>so i think i should train precisions later. just realised there's one guy, that's from ri, a fellow traceur, and he lives at poh huat road, which is like behind my hse! omg. yay. but then again, looking back at the start of my journey, yea, i've begun to look at things differently. everything starts looking like a playground, a place to explore, to view things in an incredibly totally different point of view. whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still like my metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not the only that's changing, after reading jerome's blog entries, i guess everybody's changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must train precisions later. and i am so gonna do saut de chat tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=MF4H1Ut9jLU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these guys have skills, now to apply them to real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-7605068984034294695?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/7605068984034294695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=7605068984034294695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7605068984034294695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7605068984034294695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/09/skillz.html' title='Skillz'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-7339088016330175492</id><published>2007-09-04T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T05:44:21.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam</title><content type='html'>well, somehow i feel that Jacq Chua is different from most teachers, upon hearing i practice parkour, she didn't react strongly like..'that's dangerous!' etc. well, guess she understands the youth more...lol, like that's ever gonna happen with any teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's jam was seriously not bad. Meet felix and a couple of other guys and germaine -.-&lt;br /&gt;but progress is really exponential when practicing with others, i have to agree that the whole experience is much better than being a webtraceur. and man have i been improving!&lt;br /&gt;will be getting the picture for you soon dd! and my blogskin should be coming along just fine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-7339088016330175492?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/7339088016330175492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=7339088016330175492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7339088016330175492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7339088016330175492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/09/jam.html' title='Jam'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-5986631095543033898</id><published>2007-09-03T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T02:54:25.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album Review: Riders of the storm</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why i'm doing this but i guess there's this sudden urge within me to write a review. So why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist:Die Apokalyptischen Reiter&lt;br /&gt;Album: Riders of the Storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this band is still full of energy since '95. And they have gone increasingly 'patriotic' with more of their songs in their native tongue German. Though I get this feeling that their songs are very nordic and norwegian where there's alot of happy tunes including alot of violins and keyboard sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tracks that strike me the most are Friede Sei Mit Dir which is extremely energetic, and the song that got me their album in the first place. Though the ending was quite suddenly, nevertheless, it is still a great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der Adler sounds more techno than the rest, and the inspiration background tune of the chorus really makes it quite impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another striking part of their songs is that throughout the whole album, everything sounds terribly super-charged and energetic, forgive me for repeating that word but truly, there is no space for a breather with Fuchs going all out with the vocals. Even though this album like the others are still full of life, I must say that unlike their last album Samurai which geared towards death metal, 24/7 death growls, Fuchs has 'calmed down' alot, the vocals used is alot cleaner, but that doesn't make it less wild and full of vibe, it's the emotions projected through the voice, not the ferocity of the voice itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the great complicated guitar riffs, heavy bass, occasional but ever rewarding keyboards and the cleaner vocals makes this album stand out from their rest, but then again, besides another few months to enjoy this compliation of classic thrash metal, we can only wait and hope that their next album is as good as this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-5986631095543033898?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/5986631095543033898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=5986631095543033898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/5986631095543033898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/5986631095543033898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/09/album-review-riders-of-storm.html' title='Album Review: Riders of the storm'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-2187793894514961474</id><published>2007-08-11T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:04:35.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Work Ninja-do</title><content type='html'>Pub Date: 24/07/2006   Pub: ST              Page: 4&lt;br /&gt;Supplement: IN&lt;br /&gt;Headline: Ninja see, Ninjado&lt;br /&gt;By: Fern Deng&lt;br /&gt;Page Heading: In The Game&lt;br /&gt;Picture Caption:&lt;br /&gt;In the foreground, Brandon Chew (left) holds up his kama (sickle) to meet Max&lt;br /&gt;Lim's attack with his shinobikatana (ninja sword). In the background, Raphael&lt;br /&gt;Tan (left) uses his ninja sword to counter Charles Ng's escrima sticks.&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;Pictures&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;DON'T SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FERN DENG LEARNS MORE ABOUT THE WAYS OF THE NINJA FROM TEENS WHO&lt;br /&gt;ARE PRACTISING THE JAPANESE MARTIAL ART CALLED NINJADO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Charles Ng was walking home when he was attacked by three hooligans&lt;br /&gt;who punched him in the head.&lt;br /&gt;   That was when the Ninjado skills he has picked were put to good use - the&lt;br /&gt;hooligans fled after being pushed down to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;   Charles, a 17-year-old Holy Innocents' High School student, later filed a&lt;br /&gt;police report.&lt;br /&gt;   He said: 'I'm glad I could use the Ninjado techniques I learnt to get myself&lt;br /&gt;out of such a hostile situation. It saved me from getting hurt.'&lt;br /&gt;   Ninjado is a Japanese martial art which focuses on self-defence and&lt;br /&gt;attacking moves involving mainly handlocks and grapples.&lt;br /&gt;   Students are trained to detect footsteps and soft sounds so that they can&lt;br /&gt;react faster to attacks.&lt;br /&gt;   They also learn to spar with weapons such as the tanto (rubber dagger),&lt;br /&gt;escrima stick (baton), bokken (Japanese samurai sword) and shuriken&lt;br /&gt;(star-shaped blades).&lt;br /&gt;   Carrying these weapons to classes, however, is not easy when riding on&lt;br /&gt;public transport.&lt;br /&gt;   Julia Lin, from Republic Polytechnic, gets her fair share of unwanted public&lt;br /&gt;attention and says she has now 'grown used to it'.&lt;br /&gt;   The petite 17-year-old spars with a 1.6m-long pole.&lt;br /&gt;   She laughs: 'Sometimes, when I'm holding up the stick on the train, aunties&lt;br /&gt;and small children mistake it for a train pole and hold on to it!'&lt;br /&gt;   Max Lim, 19, from Temasek Polytechnic, agrees that the public gets alarmed&lt;br /&gt;sometimes by the weapons - despite them being wrapped in cloth.&lt;br /&gt;   Said Max: 'I was carrying two Samurai swords once and this burly man was so&lt;br /&gt;startled that he jumped a distance away.'&lt;br /&gt;   The 'blade' of the swords that he uses are made of oak wood, but they can&lt;br /&gt;kill if one knows the right moves.&lt;br /&gt;   Raphael Tan, 17, from Montfort Secondary School, has learnt the art for a&lt;br /&gt;year and a half. He thinks that Ninjado has 'boosted his confidence'.&lt;br /&gt;   'I used to be scared of ah bengs loitering around the HDB void decks. Not&lt;br /&gt;any more,' he beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection:Well it certainly is heartwarming sight to see the youth of today gearing up for protection and such, so long as they do not harm others I feel that even if the nation's youth acquires in potentially dangerous fighting skills, the effect is positive. Not only does karate, ninja-do, wushu etc protects oneself, it also helps in contributing to the nation. If we are at war, I am certain everyone will be willing to take up arms to fight and defend our sacred motherland. As of today, the government has made the population safe, so much so that we are afraid of death and injury. The mere sight of a weapon cause public uproar. But then again, personally I value freedom above everything else, and with that freedom, comes the responsibility of safeguarding it. It is of course natural for people to be afraid of weapons, but when one has mastered the weapon, when everyone is fully trained in the art of fighting, who would be scared of a mere piece of steel? Who would be scared of war? It might be another teenage trend, but this one is highly sugested to be encouraged by me as it seems to have great uses, what the government could do is not only encourage it but to glamourise it as well. An additional benefit could be to reduce all those obese and overweight students singapore, to keep fit and be strong. In conclusion, I strongly recommend everyone take up a form of martial art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-2187793894514961474?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/2187793894514961474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=2187793894514961474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/2187793894514961474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/2187793894514961474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/08/work-ninja-do.html' title='Work Ninja-do'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-7599415041775332313</id><published>2007-08-10T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:50:20.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>err..work</title><content type='html'>Source: http://enewslink.asia1.com.sg/brsweb/read_150.brsw?this=result&amp;QDT=1&amp;QFLST=HD%3AHG%3APD&amp;DB=ST%3ABT%4005-07&amp;QSTR=%28%28teens%29%29.HD.&amp;DTSTR=%28%28PD+%3E=+20050310%29+and+%28PD+%3C=+20070810%29%29&amp;PSZ=10&amp;MAXL=200&amp;SUMY=2&amp;HLT=0&amp;LSTN=140&amp;ID=000021483@ST06&lt;br /&gt;Pub Date: 15/05/2006   Pub: ST              Page: H5&lt;br /&gt;Supplement: Teen Scene Investigation&lt;br /&gt;Headline: Teens mature enough? No way, say parents&lt;br /&gt;By: Jessica Lim&lt;br /&gt;Page Heading: Home&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;WATCHING R21 movies is commonplace, even acceptable, said most of the teens&lt;br /&gt;that The Straits Times spoke to.&lt;br /&gt;   Out of 15 teenagers, aged between 15 and 19, 11 said it was 'pretty normal'.&lt;br /&gt;   'We see violence and sex everywhere on the Internet and on TV,' said Joanna&lt;br /&gt;Cheng, a Secondary 4 Manjusri Secondary School student. 'Teenagers nowadays&lt;br /&gt;treat such movies as part of everyday life. It is no big deal.'&lt;br /&gt;   Eight felt that the age restriction for entry into such movies should be&lt;br /&gt;lowered. After all, as Sec 3 Methodist Girls' School student Lisa Lim, 15,&lt;br /&gt;pointed out: 'Movies can be downloaded anywhere, so there is no point putting&lt;br /&gt;an age restriction on movie theatres.'&lt;br /&gt;   Tricia Lim, 19, summed up the general sentiment: 'I think I am pretty mature&lt;br /&gt;for my age and I can handle the sex and violence shown in these movies. I don't&lt;br /&gt;mimic what I see.'&lt;br /&gt;   Parents, naturally, are more conservative.&lt;br /&gt;   Said 51-year-old businesswoman Jessie Liau: 'I do not think that the R21&lt;br /&gt;restriction should be tampered with. It protects these kids from controversial&lt;br /&gt;issues that they might not be ready to be exposed to. They might find it&lt;br /&gt;disturbing.'&lt;br /&gt;   She has three daughters - aged 23, 19 and 15.&lt;br /&gt;   Some students agree with Mrs Liau.&lt;br /&gt;   Aaron Mossadeg, 13, a Sec 2 student at St Gabriel's Secondary School, who&lt;br /&gt;watched Sin City when his friend's father purchased the VCD during the December&lt;br /&gt;school holidays last year, said: 'The violent scenes were disturbing. I kept my&lt;br /&gt;eyes squeezed shut at a few points.' - JESSICA LIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Commentary&lt;br /&gt;This is certainly very common, and as a fellow teenager, i do not encourage or strongly voice out any opposition against such behavior. As teens, we are keen on exploring the world and such and wondering whether all that we have learnt in our tender single digit years have served to liberate us or to trap us in a cage we don't even realise we're in. Such 'liberation' techniques would of course apply to viewing media of all sorts, especially movies with strong violence, nudity and the like. Of course a little bit of this and that might not be harmful, but in the long run, parents would most definity object. They want their children to be conservative, to lead lives of no shame, to become holy angels, nuns and monks all the damn time. Guess what folks? Life ain't that pretty. Life is cruel. If you hide your kids from what the world really is, when they are thrown into such a place without any instinct of survival, these children, these people, these brainwashed ideological fools will be eradicated immediately. Better let your children know of the dangers in society and prepare for it. Better let them have access to such media, but with the weaponary of combating its influences. Such people are the ones to survive and inherit this earth. Most teens think they are 'mature' enough to handle this. But actually, they are being more influenced by such media than they think they are, they are desensitised. A greater likelihood of being criminals and psychopaths in the future perhaps. All because of their hormones, and the desperate shielding of such anti-behavioral concepts by their parents. These parents are much to blame as well. If they stopped thinking that their children were still angels at 15, they could finally cut their fantasies and work on facing their kids with reality. Otherwise our world would be full of overconfident children and parents in self-denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I like black metal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-7599415041775332313?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/7599415041775332313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=7599415041775332313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7599415041775332313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7599415041775332313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/08/errwork.html' title='err..work'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-5930900395454962477</id><published>2007-07-25T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:09:34.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuts Me Cold</title><content type='html'>Cuts Me Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Verse 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes on your house front porch or your backyard lawn/&lt;br /&gt;One can just stare at the stars forlorn/&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing memories of eternity/&lt;br /&gt;Inducing drug-like signs of serenity/&lt;br /&gt;Right now here was one of those memoirs I kept/&lt;br /&gt;In the back of my very mind it slept/&lt;br /&gt;For when it raised slumber I reduced my years/&lt;br /&gt;Through countless numbers of like-minded me/&lt;br /&gt;None but me wishing to be free/&lt;br /&gt;Trapped by society from birth no time to rehearse/&lt;br /&gt;This particular memory still haunting one/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Hook&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it was crazy it was insane/&lt;br /&gt;Society's problem who's to blame/&lt;br /&gt;Free worlds could look with disdain/&lt;br /&gt;It just cuts me cold with men so bold/&lt;br /&gt;The country sold to those never to release their hold/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Verse 2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when I was young I lived a memorable childhood/&lt;br /&gt;Like others I went to their local school/&lt;br /&gt;But then again I would refrain from giving names/&lt;br /&gt;When I was ten it happened our teacher read us that story/&lt;br /&gt;The novel of another teacher who left the school/&lt;br /&gt;For an urgent matter he would never come back/&lt;br /&gt;A bombshell dropped like an emotional attack/&lt;br /&gt;One tear dropped two tears three/&lt;br /&gt;So everyone was crying like the teacher was dying/&lt;br /&gt;I could not understand what happened/&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that I was only ten/&lt;br /&gt;A boy my age too young to understand/&lt;br /&gt;But the very country I had lived in/&lt;br /&gt;Still felt some form of political shakedown/&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the children it wasn't the system/&lt;br /&gt;Blame all those up there that tried to break 'em/&lt;br /&gt;Only one didn't cry yours truly a teacher left/&lt;br /&gt;So what like that even mattered/&lt;br /&gt;My breathren affected evil detected/&lt;br /&gt;Their innocence must be protected/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Hook&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it was crazy it was insane/&lt;br /&gt;Society's problem who's to blame/&lt;br /&gt;Free worlds could look with disdain/&lt;br /&gt;It just cuts me cold with men so bold/&lt;br /&gt;The country sold to those never to release their hold/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Verse 3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only now do I know why it happened so many years ago/&lt;br /&gt;Innocence brought up on the pretense of a better world/&lt;br /&gt;It just cuts me cold the realisation my enlightenment/&lt;br /&gt;This in my blood my actions my culture/&lt;br /&gt;My values my race my conscience/&lt;br /&gt;Reforms did nothing they broke everything/&lt;br /&gt;It used to amuse me why kids cried over trival things/&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand they weren't the weaklings/&lt;br /&gt;Education craving for power threatening our futures every hour/&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the stars I close my eyes/&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could be done to solve this country's demise/&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and watch the earth crumble/&lt;br /&gt;Before the new and the old form the new ensemble/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Hook&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it was crazy it was insane/&lt;br /&gt;Society's problem who's to blame/&lt;br /&gt;Free worlds could look with disdain/&lt;br /&gt;It just cuts me cold with men so bold/&lt;br /&gt;The country sold to those never to release their hold/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-5930900395454962477?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/5930900395454962477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=5930900395454962477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/5930900395454962477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/5930900395454962477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/07/cuts-me-cold.html' title='Cuts Me Cold'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-6900887954843057086</id><published>2007-05-25T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T08:26:20.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>My descent is the story of everyman&lt;br /&gt;I am hatred, darkness, and despair&lt;br /&gt;Evoked and entertained through centuries&lt;br /&gt;Wrathful and sullen -- Dormant still&lt;br /&gt;The ferocity pervades everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be released at last&lt;br /&gt;Reconcile not with the fear of the snake&lt;br /&gt;But embrace it as your own&lt;br /&gt;Inject its venom into your veins&lt;br /&gt;And replant the seed that gives growth&lt;br /&gt;Still shrouded in mystery&lt;br /&gt;Until you rise above perception&lt;br /&gt;A veil of ignorance is in motion&lt;br /&gt;Continuing throughout generations&lt;br /&gt;A veil of ignorance is in motion&lt;br /&gt;Continuing throughout multiple generations&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one that deliver you from the deceit&lt;br /&gt;And back into perfect accordance with t&lt;br /&gt;The snake is notoriously tempting&lt;br /&gt;But the snake is fair&lt;br /&gt;What is worse than not knowing?&lt;br /&gt;To live or disappear?&lt;br /&gt;The ferocity pervades everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be released at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it's not holiday lol.&lt;br /&gt;18th June!! DARE. SPOTLIGHT lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;669&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PandemicA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-6900887954843057086?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/6900887954843057086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=6900887954843057086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6900887954843057086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6900887954843057086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/05/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-6426691118380713064</id><published>2007-04-29T01:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:27:26.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 2 Online Reading Portfolio(AGAIN) a.k.a. WORK(again)</title><content type='html'>more work *chiong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pub Date: 02/04/2007   Pub: ST              Page: 4&lt;br /&gt;Day: Monday&lt;br /&gt;Edition: IN&lt;br /&gt;Headline: TIME TO JAM IT UP&lt;br /&gt;By: NURUL LIYANA YEO&lt;br /&gt;Page Heading: IN&lt;br /&gt;Picture Caption:&lt;br /&gt;Better teen bands get added exposure through competitions like The Straits&lt;br /&gt;Times School Of Rock.&lt;br /&gt;Source: SPH&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;INANDAROUND&lt;br /&gt;YOUR NEIGHBOURHOOD&lt;br /&gt;MORE STUDENTS ARE FORMING ROCK BANDS TO EXPRESS THEMSELVES, AS NURUL LIYANA YEO&lt;br /&gt;DISCOVERS&lt;br /&gt;There’s no denying that music is a universal language, and something everyone&lt;br /&gt;enjoys.&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone owns either an iPod or an MP3 player these days, and our local&lt;br /&gt;music industry is booming with songs by Electrico and The Great Spy Experiment&lt;br /&gt;riding high on our airwaves.&lt;br /&gt;So it is no surprise that more students are now keen on forming their own rock&lt;br /&gt;bands – while still in school.&lt;br /&gt;“We do it because we feel the passion and drive to make music,” says Fahmi&lt;br /&gt;Sharin Shariff, 17, a Bukit Batok Secondary 5 student who plays bass for rock&lt;br /&gt;band Darkrossa.&lt;br /&gt;Many of these bands have their schools to thank for providing them with a&lt;br /&gt;platform to showcase their skills. Nowadays, it is not uncommon to see these&lt;br /&gt;bands rock out at school events such as Chinese New Year celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;If they are good enough, they get more exposure through band competitions, such&lt;br /&gt;as The Straits Times School Of Rock competition, and varsity events.&lt;br /&gt;Wisteria, which comprises Secondary 4 students from Bukit Batok Secondary&lt;br /&gt;School, has successfully played a gig at the Singapore Management University.&lt;br /&gt;“We did it for an experience we wouldn’t have ordinarily got from our school,”&lt;br /&gt;said lead guitarist Lee Jing, 15.&lt;br /&gt;Such exposure has allowed them to gain confidence in facing large crowds.&lt;br /&gt;Many of them use these experiences as a springboard into the music industry.&lt;br /&gt;A check with jamming studio Nuradee Bros. found that seven student bands have&lt;br /&gt;recorded demos with them.&lt;br /&gt;Said a studio spokesman: “They’re not too bad, and some are really outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;As teenagers, they have big potential.”&lt;br /&gt;But teachers have their concerns about these student rockers.&lt;br /&gt;“I know they’re really passionate, and it’s goodto see students directing their&lt;br /&gt;energy to music. But they should apportion some time to studies as well,” said&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ruth Tan, an English Teacher from Bukit Batok Secondary.&lt;br /&gt;But the student musicians say such worries are unfounded. They say that adults&lt;br /&gt;do not know that bands have made many sacrifices like cutting down time spent&lt;br /&gt;watching TV and playing computer, in order to juggle their studies and band&lt;br /&gt;commitments.&lt;br /&gt;The student bands practise once a week at jamming studios for up to three hours&lt;br /&gt;on average to polish their skills. They pay anything from $14 to $18 an hour.&lt;br /&gt;“We’re students, and not loaded. But my parents support me and my group, so&lt;br /&gt;they sponsor a bit of our fees,” said Sec 5 student Muhammad Firdaus Saladi,&lt;br /&gt;17, rhythm guitarist of Darkrossa.&lt;br /&gt;He added: “The band knows that we do not have the luxury of money nor time, so&lt;br /&gt;when we practise, it’s super-serious.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFLECTION:&lt;br /&gt;Most of us teenagers are impressionable and while chasing after trends, yes, this is one way we express ourselves. Even a music junkie like myself hopes to be a big star to rival and even surpass my idols in death and black metal. However such a career while being glamourous and stuff, it is also extremely stressful, to have pepperazzi's chasing you 24/7 for all sorts of hot news. If you do anything, preferably embarrassing, I doubt most can live with such humiliation. Such a game can only be played by veterans and professionals. Us teens also lament about how people don't understand us, well, for most part, I feel that it is not that people don't understand, but we refuse to let them in on ourselves. If this is one way of expressing what is really inside, you parents better jump at the chance to understand what's inside! But because music is our passion, not just as a consumer but to be one of those contributing to our entertainment, we of course would put in extra effort to practice hard and seriously go along with this. Not just because of our idols, but for ourselves, our inner peace, peace that we have finally found something which we really like, something we can live for. And that is what defines the happy-go-lucky teenagers in this industry.&lt;br /&gt;However, there are always people trying to put you down, no matter what you do. In this case it best defines the teachers and school and mostloy parents. Society expects us to just stay at home and study for the 'good of our nation', well hello. I'm tired of being what you want me to be. If everyone contributes to the society in his or her own way, then the true sprit of giving is there. While most teachers are concerned with studies and the like, I feel that such a thing that defines our future has been already paid enough attention to, even as teens, we all secretly know in our hearts that studies are important. And so with the passion of music in our hearts as well, we would put aside time and manage it well so that we can balance both our work and our hobbies. Even as such, is it guranteed that we would enjoy as much fame and glamour as Avril Lavigne or Dimmu Borgir? There are just that many bands that are unheard of, who are trying to earn their keep, who continue making music even though they know they're dying in this industry. And that is the true sprit of the passion in life.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I support the teen's choice of forming bands, making music, so long as it does not affect one's present committments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-6426691118380713064?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/6426691118380713064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=6426691118380713064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6426691118380713064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6426691118380713064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/04/term-2-online-reading-portfolioagain_29.html' title='Term 2 Online Reading Portfolio(AGAIN) a.k.a. WORK(again)'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-1721885993402494460</id><published>2007-04-29T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:27:20.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 2 Online Reading Portfolio(AGAIN) a.k.a. WORK(again)</title><content type='html'>more work *chiong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pub Date: 02/04/2007   Pub: ST              Page: 4&lt;br /&gt;Day: Monday&lt;br /&gt;Edition: IN&lt;br /&gt;Headline: TIME TO JAM IT UP&lt;br /&gt;By: NURUL LIYANA YEO&lt;br /&gt;Page Heading: IN&lt;br /&gt;Picture Caption:&lt;br /&gt;Better teen bands get added exposure through competitions like The Straits&lt;br /&gt;Times School Of Rock.&lt;br /&gt;Source: SPH&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;INANDAROUND&lt;br /&gt;YOUR NEIGHBOURHOOD&lt;br /&gt;MORE STUDENTS ARE FORMING ROCK BANDS TO EXPRESS THEMSELVES, AS NURUL LIYANA YEO&lt;br /&gt;DISCOVERS&lt;br /&gt;There’s no denying that music is a universal language, and something everyone&lt;br /&gt;enjoys.&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone owns either an iPod or an MP3 player these days, and our local&lt;br /&gt;music industry is booming with songs by Electrico and The Great Spy Experiment&lt;br /&gt;riding high on our airwaves.&lt;br /&gt;So it is no surprise that more students are now keen on forming their own rock&lt;br /&gt;bands – while still in school.&lt;br /&gt;“We do it because we feel the passion and drive to make music,” says Fahmi&lt;br /&gt;Sharin Shariff, 17, a Bukit Batok Secondary 5 student who plays bass for rock&lt;br /&gt;band Darkrossa.&lt;br /&gt;Many of these bands have their schools to thank for providing them with a&lt;br /&gt;platform to showcase their skills. Nowadays, it is not uncommon to see these&lt;br /&gt;bands rock out at school events such as Chinese New Year celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;If they are good enough, they get more exposure through band competitions, such&lt;br /&gt;as The Straits Times School Of Rock competition, and varsity events.&lt;br /&gt;Wisteria, which comprises Secondary 4 students from Bukit Batok Secondary&lt;br /&gt;School, has successfully played a gig at the Singapore Management University.&lt;br /&gt;“We did it for an experience we wouldn’t have ordinarily got from our school,”&lt;br /&gt;said lead guitarist Lee Jing, 15.&lt;br /&gt;Such exposure has allowed them to gain confidence in facing large crowds.&lt;br /&gt;Many of them use these experiences as a springboard into the music industry.&lt;br /&gt;A check with jamming studio Nuradee Bros. found that seven student bands have&lt;br /&gt;recorded demos with them.&lt;br /&gt;Said a studio spokesman: “They’re not too bad, and some are really outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;As teenagers, they have big potential.”&lt;br /&gt;But teachers have their concerns about these student rockers.&lt;br /&gt;“I know they’re really passionate, and it’s goodto see students directing their&lt;br /&gt;energy to music. But they should apportion some time to studies as well,” said&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ruth Tan, an English Teacher from Bukit Batok Secondary.&lt;br /&gt;But the student musicians say such worries are unfounded. They say that adults&lt;br /&gt;do not know that bands have made many sacrifices like cutting down time spent&lt;br /&gt;watching TV and playing computer, in order to juggle their studies and band&lt;br /&gt;commitments.&lt;br /&gt;The student bands practise once a week at jamming studios for up to three hours&lt;br /&gt;on average to polish their skills. They pay anything from $14 to $18 an hour.&lt;br /&gt;“We’re students, and not loaded. But my parents support me and my group, so&lt;br /&gt;they sponsor a bit of our fees,” said Sec 5 student Muhammad Firdaus Saladi,&lt;br /&gt;17, rhythm guitarist of Darkrossa.&lt;br /&gt;He added: “The band knows that we do not have the luxury of money nor time, so&lt;br /&gt;when we practise, it’s super-serious.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFLECTION:&lt;br /&gt;Most of us teenagers are impressionable and while chasing after trends, yes, this is one way we express ourselves. Even a music junkie like myself hopes to be a big star to rival and even surpass my idols in death and black metal. However such a career while being glamourous and stuff, it is also extremely stressful, to have pepperazzi's chasing you 24/7 for all sorts of hot news. If you do anything, preferably embarrassing, I doubt most can live with such humiliation. Such a game can only be played by veterans and professionals. Us teens also lament about how people don't understand us, well, for most part, I feel that it is not that people don't understand, but we refuse to let them in on ourselves. If this is one way of expressing what is really inside, you parents better jump at the chance to understand what's inside! But because music is our passion, not just as a consumer but to be one of those contributing to our entertainment, we of course would put in extra effort to practice hard and seriously go along with this. Not just because of our idols, but for ourselves, our inner peace, peace that we have finally found something which we really like, something we can live for. And that is what defines the happy-go-lucky teenagers in this industry.&lt;br /&gt;However, there are always people trying to put you down, no matter what you do. In this case it best defines the teachers and school and mostloy parents. Society expects us to just stay at home and study for the 'good of our nation', well hello. I'm tired of being what you want me to be. If everyone contributes to the society in his or her own way, then the true sprit of giving is there. While most teachers are concerned with studies and the like, I feel that such a thing that defines our future has been already paid enough attention to, even as teens, we all secretly know in our hearts that studies are important. And so with the passion of music in our hearts as well, we would put aside time and manage it well so that we can balance both our work and our hobbies. Even as such, is it guranteed that we would enjoy as much fame and glamour as Avril Lavigne or Dimmu Borgir? There are just that many bands that are unheard of, who are trying to earn their keep, who continue making music even though they know they're dying in this industry. And that is the true sprit of the passion in life.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I support the teen's choice of forming bands, making music, so long as it does not affect one's present committments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-1721885993402494460?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/1721885993402494460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=1721885993402494460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/1721885993402494460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/1721885993402494460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/04/term-2-online-reading-portfolioagain.html' title='Term 2 Online Reading Portfolio(AGAIN) a.k.a. WORK(again)'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-8003077428681973337</id><published>2007-04-28T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T08:11:00.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Term 2 '07 Blogging Online Portfolio a.k.a. WORK</title><content type='html'>now what, work. Okay, time to get serious again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article:&lt;br /&gt;Pub Date: 08/04/2007   Pub: ST              Page: 40&lt;br /&gt;Day: Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Edition: FIRST&lt;br /&gt;Headline: Nipping online piracy in the bud&lt;br /&gt;By: JESSICA LIM#EMILY LEK&lt;br /&gt;Page Heading: gen y&lt;br /&gt;Source: SPH&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Many youngsters do not know the risks and implications of sharing files. A&lt;br /&gt;public education drive aims to change this.&lt;br /&gt;MUHAMMAD Mahriazul gets his weekly music fix by downloading at least a song a&lt;br /&gt;week from his classmates’ computers.&lt;br /&gt;And he helps his friends out, too, by letting them download songs from his&lt;br /&gt;computer just as frequently. He and his classmates use a technology called&lt;br /&gt;“peer-to-peer” (P2P) file-sharing.&lt;br /&gt;It is based on the cooperative sharing of thousands of individual users. It&lt;br /&gt;works by having participants voluntarily install special file-sharing software&lt;br /&gt;on their machines.&lt;br /&gt;Once that software is in place, these users start to trade music MP3 and AVI&lt;br /&gt;files of their favourite songs and movies with others using the same software.&lt;br /&gt;Some of these programs are Morpheus, Kazaa, LimeWire and iMesh.&lt;br /&gt;There is no charge, no cost.&lt;br /&gt;When The Sunday Times asked Muhammad to define “piracy”, the 16-year-old&lt;br /&gt;thought it referred to pirates at sea.&lt;br /&gt;He pointed out that he often saw the word pop up when he was downloading&lt;br /&gt;software but did not know what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;Thus it was not surprising that the Sec 4 student also did not realise it was&lt;br /&gt;illegal.&lt;br /&gt;The Greenview Secondary School student said: “But it is our music from our own&lt;br /&gt;computers. What is wrong with that?”&lt;br /&gt;Quite a number of the activities of these boys and many other teens like them&lt;br /&gt;are illegal – as revealed in a Motion Pictures Association brochure launched in&lt;br /&gt;a public education drive last week.&lt;br /&gt;The brochure points out that peer-to-peer file-sharing devices, through which&lt;br /&gt;most of illegal file-sharing occurs, also exposes computers to harmful viruses,&lt;br /&gt;worms, Trojan horses and annoying pop-ups.&lt;br /&gt;It also brought attention to the risk of sharing personal data, which can lead&lt;br /&gt;to identity theft.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting that it is against the law.&lt;br /&gt;Three men, aged 16 to 22 were arrested in their homes in 2005 for sharing more&lt;br /&gt;than 20,000 pirated digital music files over a local Internet relay chat (IRC)&lt;br /&gt;channel.&lt;br /&gt;And in October last year, content owners swooped in on Internet users trading&lt;br /&gt;songs and movies illegally online. They reported 25 offenders here to the&lt;br /&gt;police, part of a worldwide haul that netted 8,000 file-swappers.&lt;br /&gt;Offenders face jail terms of up to five years and fines of up to $100,000. And&lt;br /&gt;although one or two songs may not be on a large enough scale to warrant a&lt;br /&gt;criminal offence, it can attract civil liabilities when infringement is&lt;br /&gt;established.&lt;br /&gt;Still, some who know they are stepping on the other side of the law could not&lt;br /&gt;care less.&lt;br /&gt;A polytechnic student who wants to be known only as Xue Wen stopped downloading&lt;br /&gt;songs for a year because it gave her computer a virus. The student, who started&lt;br /&gt;downloading songs when she was 15, has downloaded about 500 songs in all.&lt;br /&gt;She said: “I would definitely continue downloading songs if not for the virus.&lt;br /&gt;It’s free as well. Now I have to get my friends to send songs to me.”&lt;br /&gt;The 18-year-old “rarely” buys CDs and is not swayed by “those anti-piracy ads”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another student, who is known to her friends as Quan, 18, downloads songs&lt;br /&gt;because she thinks it is ridiculous to “buy the entire album for just one&lt;br /&gt;song”. She has downloaded about 50 songs so far and stopped for a month because&lt;br /&gt;she feared getting caught, but started downloading again when “the hype died&lt;br /&gt;down”.&lt;br /&gt;Others simply do it because they do not know the risks. Said Sitee Quraishah,&lt;br /&gt;15, a Sec 4 student at Ang Mo Kio Secondary School: “I used to think that&lt;br /&gt;downloading music was legal and that piracy meant burning DVDs and CDs for&lt;br /&gt;sale. It was only after my teacher taught us what piracy was that I knew.”&lt;br /&gt;Another teenager, who wants to be known as VV, lets others download songs from&lt;br /&gt;her computer because she “can help people save money”.&lt;br /&gt;Intellectual Property Organisation of Singapore (IPOS) director Liew Woon Yin&lt;br /&gt;said in a speech at the launch of the brochure: “Copyrighted material is the&lt;br /&gt;result of someone’s creativity and hard work.&lt;br /&gt;“When distributed on file-sharing systems, the original creators do not receive&lt;br /&gt;due rewards because they are being distributed freely. The creators may&lt;br /&gt;therefore feel less motivated to continue their creativity blitz.”&lt;br /&gt;But such illegal online activity is difficult to curb, say experts here. Said&lt;br /&gt;Mr Michael Ellis, the senior vice-president of the Motion Picture Association&lt;br /&gt;(MPA): “People downloading from their own homes make it difficult to clamp down&lt;br /&gt;on the problem.&lt;br /&gt;“We can’t compete with free. Nobody can. We have to educate and help people&lt;br /&gt;understand the consequences of their actions.”&lt;br /&gt;Parents agree with this.&lt;br /&gt;Said Mr Bernard Wan, who has two daughters aged eight and 14 : “I can’t monitor&lt;br /&gt;my children around the clock, but as a parent I have to remind them about the&lt;br /&gt;seriousness of piracy and how you might get arrested. Then they have the tools&lt;br /&gt;they need to make their own decision.” Both his children are on the computer at&lt;br /&gt;least two hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;Education and information might well be the key.&lt;br /&gt;Students like Mahriazul say the sharing and downloading will cease now that&lt;br /&gt;they know the legal implications.&lt;br /&gt;For others, it is about understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Said Lestor Chua, 13, a Sec 2 student at Maris Stella High School who was&lt;br /&gt;present at the talk: “I didn’t understand how piracy hurts an artist at first,&lt;br /&gt;but now I do. It’s difficult to stop ripping off songs through the Internet&lt;br /&gt;unless you can relate to the person suffering on the other side.”&lt;br /&gt;limjess@sph.com.sg&lt;br /&gt;Additional reporting by Emily Lek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOURCE: http://enewslink.asia1.com.sg/brsweb/read_44.brsw?this=result&amp;QDT=1&amp;QFLST=HD%3AHG%3APD&amp;DB=BT%3AST%4005-07&amp;QSTR=teen&amp;DTSTR=%28%28PD+%3E=+20051126%29+and+%28PD+%3C=+20070428%29%29&amp;PSZ=10&amp;MAXL=200&amp;SUMY=1&amp;HLT=0&amp;LSTN=40&amp;ID=000016244@ST07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFLECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;It's online piracy again. The subject that has been on many tongues for the past decade. But only now has it become some really serious topic. Wow. Really interesting. But what's more interesting is that the IT-savvy generation has found even more ways of downloading illegal music and movies and games and other software. Basically, for the side of the consumers, who really has that much $$ to buy all this digital media anyway? Maybe Bill Gates or even Warren Buffet. But to the oppressed underprevelieged general consumer population such as myself, the rich people made their day of the general population, who is still trying to get by day by day. If you guys won't let us continue letting us enjoying the simple pleasures of life, well, thank you very much. Most of us actually, well, maybe know what piracy is, but who would admit they had moral knowledge but no moral courage? Even if the artists 'stop' their 'creativity blitz', more will join the ranks of the knowingly scammed, there's just that many people in the world. If you quit today, someone will replace you the next. If the long arm of law tries to actually start to take action to track down and arrest everyone, even if they download one song illegally. Good luck to everyone, half of singapore will be in prison, 99.9% of our generation will be behind bars, and then, who will lead singapore to it's 'bright' future? Really, if the law starts to mobilise it's police forces, good luck to it's waste of energy catching and arresting every citizen for the merest offense, taking them to trial which will take months, and then obtaining the funds to feed the prisoners, to clothe them, to accomadate them etc. Now that may be abit exaggerating, but it is painfully true, it is just too troublesome to catch everyone.&lt;br /&gt;However, to empathize with those artists who painfully try to make a living, not to mention they already have better conditions than we do, but then, if you find out you are not making as much $$ as you should have because some lame person out there is copying your creative product, distributing for free or even making YOUR MONEY, now if i were Josh Groban I'd be pretty pissed off too.&lt;br /&gt;But the real threat is the viruses that may infect your computer. Where there's something free, there's always a catch. Just like the insurance companies who have 'terms and conditions apply', all these free things are bound to come with a virus. Some just attach themselves to the file, others just disguise themselves as the file with nothing useful inside. Lame. So my conclusion to those who consider themselves 'virtous' and 'upright', no matter what, don't download illegal music and software. And to those that prefer their own survival and entertainment, don't download illegal music unless you want to spend another thousand on a new computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-8003077428681973337?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/8003077428681973337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=8003077428681973337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/8003077428681973337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/8003077428681973337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/04/term-2-07-blogging-online-portfolio-aka.html' title='Term 2 &apos;07 Blogging Online Portfolio a.k.a. WORK'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-6943854470249630714</id><published>2007-04-25T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T05:59:08.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Those Who Have Suffered</title><content type='html'>I got my brace yesterday, maths test is tmr. Good for me, suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning Journey Day, not bad. War memorials, Labrador park and everything, the sounds and stuff at the second floor is seriously not bad. War Memorial at Kranji was the most emo of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have suffered, 58 billion people have died on this earth so far. This number is expected to increase(duh), 58+9 billion people have suffered so far. everyone's suffering, for what? I don't know, but still, we're still doing it. Good luck to our fates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-6943854470249630714?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/6943854470249630714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=6943854470249630714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6943854470249630714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6943854470249630714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-those-who-have-suffered.html' title='For Those Who Have Suffered'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-2322118153093882140</id><published>2007-04-17T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T04:06:15.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na na na</title><content type='html'>Cadets please note that Friday's CIP has been postponed to 18th of May, a Friday. Since we postpone it, we expect every to be there. And the training tomorrow is still canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now back to proper blogging xD&lt;br /&gt;walked home today..yay..don't believe? Ask Romeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing much to note today, except the possibility to be a few hundred dollars richer xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there's not much use for a blog except to do online reading portfolios ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do them, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-2322118153093882140?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/2322118153093882140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=2322118153093882140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/2322118153093882140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/2322118153093882140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/04/na-na-na.html' title='Na na na'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-2365707523654819719</id><published>2007-04-15T08:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T08:22:58.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'5685</title><content type='html'>Windows Vista, and Microsoft Office '07. Just no mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more could I ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-2365707523654819719?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/2365707523654819719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=2365707523654819719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/2365707523654819719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/2365707523654819719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/04/5685.html' title='&apos;5685'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-939209104798223516</id><published>2007-04-10T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T07:06:46.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflict</title><content type='html'>My internal fortress is crumbling...&lt;br /&gt;The first time you enter leadership training is just like having sex. &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you're doing, but somehow you enjoy what you're aiming for, and while you do it you're facing conflict of stopping or continuing, and before you know it, it's all over way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are gonna stop me from this lifestyle of RIRC soon. I don't know how long i can hold out. Yea, my internal fortress is crumbling, and I still haven't done the 2 newspaper articles yet. Oh well, screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents think buying me stuff can make me do what they want me to do. Guess what, they thought wrong lol, it takes more than that -.-&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lah, that emotional acceptance you get from your batchmates, batch 56, is more than what your parents can give you. Your friends, those you've been through good and bad times with. Those are the ones that matter. My parents are just wanting me to grow up way too fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a chinese article today about ppl making children grow up too fast. It's comepletey F***ING TRUE!!!! Just see the stupid Raffles Programme...can't even cater for those students like yours truly who are weak in their academics and build some bullcrap like RA...why...to cater for those students of higher academic ability of course. And what about those students who come in by special talent? What about those who are struggling? You work us soo hard, you embarrass us, brainwash us into thinking that we deserve better, thus we should work harder in our passion. Even if it's unintentional, it's unknowingly done, it's DONE. Congrats, you happy now? Raffles is now a world premier school, thanks to the students that were made into Japanese-WWII-like soldiers. YAY. I LOVE RED CROSS!! THEY'RE OVERWORKING ME AND I LOVE IT!! YAY I LOVE MY COMMITTEE!!! YAY!!YAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bitten by an ant today. &gt;_&gt; Wonder why I didn't kill it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-939209104798223516?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/939209104798223516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=939209104798223516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/939209104798223516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/939209104798223516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/04/conflict.html' title='Conflict'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-5683652498137277586</id><published>2007-04-08T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T06:12:46.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to get this song outta my head, but to no avail. It keeps ringing in my head and won't go away instead. But nvm, it's a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called 朋友 by 周华健.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear it here:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pingyin.net/music/sound/xygq/008.mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's nice, and so here are the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;演唱:周华健&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这些年一个人&lt;br /&gt;风也过雨也走&lt;br /&gt;有过泪有过错&lt;br /&gt;还记得坚持甚麽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真爱过才会懂&lt;br /&gt;会寂寞会回首&lt;br /&gt;终有梦终有你在心中&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友一生一起走&lt;br /&gt;那些日子不再有&lt;br /&gt;一句话一辈子&lt;br /&gt;一生情一杯酒&lt;br /&gt;朋友不曾孤单过&lt;br /&gt;一声朋友你会懂&lt;br /&gt;还有伤还有痛&lt;br /&gt;还要走还有我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I know this song is old, but my mum told me i was singing this song like mad when i was really young, and so...i think i'll do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really nice song. lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-5683652498137277586?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/5683652498137277586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=5683652498137277586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/5683652498137277586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/5683652498137277586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-2791226403684545103</id><published>2007-04-07T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T08:39:22.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Drastic Changes to My &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too many tests.(As Usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL RED CROSS.(That's all I can say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Life, I have thoracolumbar scoliosis. To those who don't know, find out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-2791226403684545103?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/2791226403684545103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=2791226403684545103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/2791226403684545103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/2791226403684545103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/04/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-6682897161128511582</id><published>2007-03-14T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:22:24.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red cross'/><title type='text'>Dart '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZTau3e1bWw/Rff0wnJDg0I/AAAAAAAAABE/m9ONuxzRPjE/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZTau3e1bWw/Rff0wnJDg0I/AAAAAAAAABE/m9ONuxzRPjE/s400/DSC00460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041767423842419522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Tian Yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp this time was more 'motivational' than fun or hardcore training. Honestly lah, it really is time to wake up. Sec 3 liao, somehow, I know I'll always miss the days of sec 2 in RIRC. I've practically wasted the first two years of RIRC doing nothing. If I don't buck up now and take some form of leadership and MAKE A STAND, the lord will not be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZTau3e1bWw/Rff1vHJDg1I/AAAAAAAAABM/FfdSFIyfTYU/s1600-h/DSC00459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZTau3e1bWw/Rff1vHJDg1I/AAAAAAAAABM/FfdSFIyfTYU/s320/DSC00459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041768497584243538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I managed to pack everything for camp in that bag -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, firedrill. Somehow, either god or hanif chose me as base ic. Someone who has rarely taken initiative or leadership roles in life is thrown into one. Congrats to me. Stressful it is. I'll never underestimate base ics again.&lt;br /&gt;The firedrill as qibong put it "Worst I've ever seen in my 4 yrs of RIRC life."&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in charge of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omega. I've officially left you, but that doesn't mean I'm not coming back. Firstly discipline, even dragging after repeated reminders...aiyah. Sian lah, tell you all not to do and then you still continue. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;Our points, from -77(-30 and every point gained, - 20% thanks to Abishek) to 171. Not bad at all. Omega's soooo gonna kill him after camp. Next training, he goin' die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime on first day, 12.45am. Woke up 2am. Got screwed, 2-5pm. Nice. Oni sec3s, taking punishment for sec2s and 1s. Wow. I'm not complaining, it's just something wrong with the camping. Nvm. There's no 'I' in team(but there's a 'ME').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day, pt, alot of ppl cannot endure, my left leg kena in 3 different places. My right leg just gave way. X-ray tmr for my back...possible socilosis...whatever that means. My body's giving up on me. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, following Hadi around relying on Sec1s for funny instructions. Both my legs gave way. Couldn't tahan, had oni 1 hrs of sleep today..can't stand it. Then when I woke up at the junior block, the sec3s were gone..WTH. I searched arnd then dunno where, all the sec1s and 2s off to canteen for lunch. Then I saw the sec3s at the field coming back..got screwed -.-" when I wasn't there. Wow. Dammit lah. This camp was really mentally exhausting, like all others. Time to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promo ceremony, Eng Han got promoted O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final War, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results. Omega, 2nd with 171 points. Iota 3rd with 150+ points. Epsilon first with 280 points WTH. Nvm, camp was still a turning point in everyone's RIRC career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Omegans who accuse me of koping the toberone, i'm sharin' with y'all nxt monday's training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-6682897161128511582?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/6682897161128511582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=6682897161128511582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6682897161128511582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6682897161128511582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/03/dart-07.html' title='Dart &apos;07'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZTau3e1bWw/Rff0wnJDg0I/AAAAAAAAABE/m9ONuxzRPjE/s72-c/DSC00460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4882903229782988013.post-6326968150350275412</id><published>2007-03-10T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:22:25.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red cross'/><title type='text'>Talentime '07</title><content type='html'>Wow. Eventful day yesterday, went out at 10am, came back at 12..am. like 14 hrs outside, all for a 5minute performance..they say a picture says a thousand words soo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZTau3e1bWw/RfN9h3JDguI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fPegkWAUaCM/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZTau3e1bWw/RfN9h3JDguI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fPegkWAUaCM/s320/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040510428648800994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;From left: Me with lots of bling, Jie Qi, Romeo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZTau3e1bWw/RfN91HJDgvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZG8MLKxL0DQ/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZTau3e1bWw/RfN91HJDgvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZG8MLKxL0DQ/s320/DSC00395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040510759361282802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mingay being gay as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZTau3e1bWw/RfN-FXJDgwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oXU8H9OjPyA/s1600-h/DSC00403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZTau3e1bWw/RfN-FXJDgwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oXU8H9OjPyA/s320/DSC00403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040511038534157058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwoky The Thinker in front with gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZTau3e1bWw/RfN-TnJDgxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CjfB53yyR4o/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZTau3e1bWw/RfN-TnJDgxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CjfB53yyR4o/s320/DSC00405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040511283347292946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with lots of bling(again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZTau3e1bWw/RfN-inJDgyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/I05P_8m0Q1I/s1600-h/DSC00420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZTau3e1bWw/RfN-inJDgyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/I05P_8m0Q1I/s320/DSC00420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040511541045330722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Group Song mascot(all our items combined)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I've done 5k words..wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-6326968150350275412?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/6326968150350275412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=6326968150350275412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6326968150350275412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6326968150350275412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/03/talentime-07.html' title='Talentime &apos;07'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZTau3e1bWw/RfN9h3JDguI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fPegkWAUaCM/s72-c/DSC00401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4882903229782988013.post-8965103165280487960</id><published>2007-03-07T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T04:48:49.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis</title><content type='html'>Ri Lost.&lt;br /&gt;RI - 2.&lt;br /&gt;Acs -3.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, there's always nxt yr.&lt;br /&gt;What's most amazing was that i saw 3 girls changing behind a powerbox near the tennis centre. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Ask Enghan, he should know lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-8965103165280487960?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/8965103165280487960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=8965103165280487960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/8965103165280487960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/8965103165280487960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/03/tennis.html' title='Tennis'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4882903229782988013.post-5592173551649757028</id><published>2007-02-28T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T05:55:41.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's Messed Up.</title><content type='html'>The world's STILL messed up.&lt;br /&gt;We've been here for 2 million years, and we're killing our very home in less than 100 years. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to all who've contributed.&lt;br /&gt;One day when Satan takes over this world for 616 years, I think this planet will cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Problems.&lt;br /&gt;1) America's full of social problems, how to care about external affairs when your internal's messed up?&lt;br /&gt;2) Middle East, South America, Africa, most of Asia are considerably poorer than the western countries.&lt;br /&gt;3) Rich poor income gap is widening.&lt;br /&gt;4)...alot more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Environmental, Political(Talk about Nuclear ****ing Weapons), and all other sorts of ****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm being random here, but we're all on this earth, we're living here together. And I'm not letting no god take this place away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a choice between heaven and hell, I'd rather stay on this very soil I tread on. Though we may mess things up here and there, at least it's better than psycho places like heaven and hell...really no balance in those two realms.&lt;br /&gt;Centre of Karma is Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the forces of heaven and hell really come and do battle to wreak the very paradise I regard. They can expect me to kick their asses back to where they came from. I don't fight for god. I don't fight for the devil. I fight for all who dwell here and our given right to live on this land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm being emo. Noo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;It is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-5592173551649757028?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/5592173551649757028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=5592173551649757028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/5592173551649757028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/5592173551649757028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/02/worlds-messed-up.html' title='The World&apos;s Messed Up.'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-1231652908703826404</id><published>2007-02-24T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T04:31:48.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FD silver accreds(again)</title><content type='html'>soo, wow. I've passed silver fd.&lt;br /&gt;almost fixed my uniform!! just left badges and beret.&lt;br /&gt;Jerome, why do I owe you lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yay. Time passed so fast today, and the accreds was cut short coz of raining half way, footdrill in the rain, soo emo lol.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today lah, just very tired.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to rap about either coz there's exams next week to worry about &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. shimata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-1231652908703826404?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/1231652908703826404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=1231652908703826404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/1231652908703826404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/1231652908703826404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/02/fd-silver-accredsagain.html' title='FD silver accreds(again)'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-7253001297309147207</id><published>2007-02-21T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T05:03:21.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>Happy CNY to everyone. I've made a vow, I have to finish all the eggrolls in my house by the end of the 15 days of CNY...don't think that's alot? Talk about 6 boxes. I'm really going to get fat. Then I'm really going to have to workout again, if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality's a ninja now, sneaking attacks like forgotten homework, tests and all sorts of **** at me. I can breathe and defend myself from the hailstorm of kunais and shurikens.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of shurikens, I think that B****** Shu Chang threw one at me today, made of paper, but really effective. Causes some irritation. If used properly, blindness may occur. I'll make some of my own soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was screwed today. Had the competition, and Omega really messed up scenario. Coz have to memorise some password or something, and all platoons had the same problem. But we didn't evacuation within the time limit so my entire squad 'died' o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Things can't get any worse right?&lt;br /&gt;I have 1 piece of unfinished work for every subj, I take 10. And there are like 5+ tests nxt wk. great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-7253001297309147207?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/7253001297309147207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=7253001297309147207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7253001297309147207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/7253001297309147207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-5600920077672073927</id><published>2007-02-18T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T20:13:47.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Current Affairs - WORK.</title><content type='html'>Another 'work' post. So stay away from this one unless you're the teacher. In that case the red carpet welcomes you. Anyway, let's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://enewslink.asia1.com.sg/brsweb/read_10.brsw?this=result&amp;QDT=1&amp;QFLST=HD%3AHG%3APD&amp;DB=ST%3ABT%4005-07&amp;QSTR=%28%28teens%29%29.HD.&amp;DTSTR=%28%28PD+%3E=+20050919%29+and+%28PD+%3C=+20070219%29%29&amp;PSZ=10&amp;MAXL=200&amp;SUMY=2&amp;HLT=0&amp;LSTN=0&amp;ID=000000070@ST07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping hand for at-risk teen girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of young professional women, called Beautiful People, runs programmes&lt;br /&gt;and workshops to help troubled teenage girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEPUTY public prosecutor Gillian Koh Tan has seen many a young girl trapped on&lt;br /&gt;the wrong side of life – pregnant teens who had abortions, those caught&lt;br /&gt;shoplifting and others tangled up with gangs.&lt;br /&gt;By the time their case gets to the courts, it is almost too late and many end&lt;br /&gt;up in detention homes and jail.&lt;br /&gt;So when Mrs Tan, 28, heard about a group called Beautiful People, she jumped at&lt;br /&gt;the chance to become a “big sister”.&lt;br /&gt;Founded by social activist Melissa Kwee, 34, Beautiful People is a volunteer&lt;br /&gt;project that enables professionals to help troubled teenage girls who are&lt;br /&gt;referred to youth and family service centres.&lt;br /&gt;The group of young professional women conduct workshops and camps for teen&lt;br /&gt;girls at-risk – on their own time and with their own money.&lt;br /&gt;Set up in 2005, it is believed to be the first volunteer group to devise&lt;br /&gt;programmes specifically to help troubled teenage girls.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan said: “I’ve come across many cases where things have gone wrong and&lt;br /&gt;family structures have collapsed. I kept wondering if this could have been&lt;br /&gt;prevented and how I could help.”&lt;br /&gt;The project has four core members and 20 active volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Kwee, a business consultant, first approached voluntary welfare&lt;br /&gt;organisation Beyond Social Services for support.&lt;br /&gt;“I noticed there was a rising trend in girl gangs and teenage pregnancies, and&lt;br /&gt;not many programmes focused on girls.&lt;br /&gt;“The idea is to reach out to them, not as social workers, but as people who can&lt;br /&gt;be their role models,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;The number of girls aged between seven and 19 arrested for crimes has been on&lt;br /&gt;the rise. In 2005, 1,373 girls were arrested compared to 1,321 in 2004 and&lt;br /&gt;1,310 in 2003. Girls represented between 25 and 30 per cent of all youths&lt;br /&gt;arrested.&lt;br /&gt;In June, 20 girls attended a two-day camp and learnt about legal rights,&lt;br /&gt;budgeting and boy-girl relationships.&lt;br /&gt;The second camp, held at Raffles Girls’ Secondary last month, was attended by&lt;br /&gt;43 girls from Beyond Social Services, Andrew &amp; Grace Home, and Pertapis, a&lt;br /&gt;Muslim welfare and education organisation.&lt;br /&gt;This time, they heard from a gynaecologist about menstrual wellness and learnt&lt;br /&gt;self-defence techniques from a taekwondo instructor. The camp programmes are&lt;br /&gt;devised by volunteers, who share the cost of about $2,000 for each camp, and&lt;br /&gt;draw on their business and social networks to attract speakers.&lt;br /&gt;Said Mrs Tan: “What struck me about these girls is that when you ask them what&lt;br /&gt;they aspire to be, they look a little lost, a little stunned, and say they have&lt;br /&gt;no dreams.&lt;br /&gt;“I realised it’s because they don’t have role models in their lives.”&lt;br /&gt;This is why the project group is called Beautiful People – to help these&lt;br /&gt;teenage girls realise the potential in themselves despite all they have&lt;br /&gt;endured.&lt;br /&gt;Said one of the girls, Gina (not her real name), 13: “I thought this camp would&lt;br /&gt;be boring, but it’s fun and I feel the adults are really listening to me.”&lt;br /&gt;Gina was arrested last year for glue sniffing and sent to a home for 18 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My parents did not bail me out and I hated them,” she said. “I also hated the&lt;br /&gt;people who put me in the home.&lt;br /&gt;“Now, after talking with Mrs Tan, I realise why this has to happen. I think I&lt;br /&gt;want to be a lawyer when I grow up so I can help people who are like me.”&lt;br /&gt;Beyond Social Services deputy executive director T. Ranganayaki is full of&lt;br /&gt;praise for the group’s efforts.&lt;br /&gt;“This is a very rare and noble effort,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;“Of the many volunteers who come and support our programmes, this group has its&lt;br /&gt;mind and heart in the right place, and consistently so.”&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful People hopes to find part-time jobs for some of the girls, and&lt;br /&gt;provide them with the social skills they need to hold down a job.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Dawn Kong, 35, a volunteer, said: “It’s about giving them a chance by&lt;br /&gt;using our personal resources to provide them with the opportunities they were&lt;br /&gt;not able to get because they are disadvantaged.”&lt;br /&gt;To reach out to more of them, the volunteers have also attached themselves to&lt;br /&gt;youth centres in Ang Mo Kio, Ghim Moh, Tiong Bahru and East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;Those who can commit their time to this project can get more details at&lt;br /&gt;www.beautifulpeople.org.sg&lt;br /&gt;tanya@sph.com.sg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response:&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a start. Maybe society is trying to understand the next generation at last. As a teenager myself, I do find it tempting to ride on the wrong side of the long road of life. Drugs, sex, gangs and all that are out there. Even if we are 'afraid' of all that,it is certainly more exciting than the average teenage life now. Most adults expect us to live a routine kind of life. Wake up, go to school, come back from school, do homework, help out chores, sleep. Man, if everyone did that what's the point of carrying on in this world. Being alive is one thing, keeping your life interesting is another. While teenage girls are being lost on the road of life, society is finally extending a helping hand as role models. I have many female friends in other schools who also don't know what to do in their lives, they merely 'waste' it away with bad habits like drinking, wasting time etc. So I can understand the misunderstood generation of society pretty well. As such, society should give more attention to their internal affairs and social situation of teenagers, we are the next generation of this country, thus we deserve more attention to our situation. If society just leaves us alone, we make destroy ourselves eventually.&lt;br /&gt;But as I said in my first sentence, that's a start. There should be more programmes catered to the extremes of society, the young and old. Besides teenage girls, I do hope there are more programmes that extend to males as well. Our gender constitutes to the majority of crimes committed, teenage or adult, we should still receive more attention from society. Using peer pressure and family influence, teenage boys on the  'wrong' side of life can also repent and turn over a new leaf.&lt;br /&gt;With all the help society gives us, it is only natural that the next generation should improve themselves in order to effectively take up the tasks of the nation in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-5600920077672073927?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/5600920077672073927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=5600920077672073927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/5600920077672073927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/5600920077672073927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/02/current-affairs-work.html' title='Current Affairs - WORK.'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-706694578240794491</id><published>2007-02-16T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T06:00:43.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year Eve of Eve.</title><content type='html'>It's the eve of chinese new year's eve. Congrats.&lt;br /&gt;Last day of sch before cny anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moor talentime double pwnage sia. GO MOOR.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to pri sch. Sadly not many 6C ppl came back. But saw alot of P4 ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Reynold is damn strong&lt;br /&gt;The 'gangstas' are definitely O.G.s&lt;br /&gt;Haha, 'fond' memories of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back, totally screwed. Oh well, at least I get to stuff my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New song I like. &lt;br /&gt;The Carpal Tunnel of Love - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;They even made a happy tree friends mtv of it. Really nice.&lt;br /&gt;DotA match at 10, bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-706694578240794491?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/706694578240794491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=706694578240794491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/706694578240794491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/706694578240794491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-new-year-eve-of-eve.html' title='Happy New Year Eve of Eve.'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-5350089635880384474</id><published>2007-02-15T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T06:21:43.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make War Not Love.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Make Love Not War.&lt;br /&gt;Today's the exact opposite. Sigh, it's that time of the year again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Defence. RI celebrates total defence but not valentine's day. Wow. Shows that we're a bunch of war-lovin' fools. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember sec1, when the solemn occasion of laying the laurel wreath and stuff like that. We were still jubilant with mass synchronised clapping, cheering at the 1 minute of silence and stuff like that. Wow, looking back at that. It's been a year since I've seen a total defence celebration. Thought they would mass fire some AKs or M4s or something like that. Sad. Teenagers still not allowed to carry guns YET.&lt;br /&gt;Wait till NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more homework till end of chinese new year!! not amusing at all. still got tons of stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people gave a talk about pandas today. The female presenter was really like japanese kawaii anime girl leh..then some people ended up not listening to the presentation, looked at the girl instead when they should be getting panda soft toys. wow. china accent very strong, like Ding Feng's. But they gave out alot of panda soft toys..I got one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtLzvOsQ80k&lt;br /&gt;Panda Sneezing, really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know how panda's reproduce? Coz their reproduction rate is low, really not interested in sex, unlike some people I know -.-, they make panda's watch porn. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reach maturity at 4, and can already do it. While I'm 14 and I'm STILL underage. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway their presentation was really entertaining. PANDA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to name mine, PANDAMIC!! The M.I.C. stands for Made In China!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school had talentime, no one was really serious about the singing, then the mood really killed everyone. Then went to see FACOM.. Stephen damn farny. Nvm about that. Really tiring, tomorrow, we're released at 10am. Wow. I'm undertaking the great journey of walking home again. Wow. From Bishan to Hougang. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey on Pandamic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-5350089635880384474?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/5350089635880384474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=5350089635880384474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/5350089635880384474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/5350089635880384474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/02/make-war-not-love.html' title='Make War Not Love.'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-8142061560492262004</id><published>2007-02-14T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T05:28:58.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Stereotypes And Valentine's</title><content type='html'>This world runs on conflict. We're on it's car, and conflict is the gasoline. With the ability to goo KA-BOOM. How true. Somehow, this blog is radiating positive aura to me, to think deeply about stuff. Sure, created for work. But somehow, it has also turned into my 'emo' blog. Positive Aura? Maybe. But then, it's my day's thoughts and insights..not just merely rantings man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had red cross training today. Supposed to bring 2 round things(-.- don't be sick) or 2 heart shaped things. I brought 2 malaysian twenty cent coins lol. Almost all of my batch brought except for some scholars..like Sai..-.- Then Qiwen told all of us.."I have two words to say to you all. Good job."..wow. And my inner self told me.."The two words are going to be F$^# YOU. Wow. So that's reflecting my inner self. I'm a total @$$h0|3 now. Great. Nah, I'm going to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did silly things, like shout out loud "HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!" in the Raffles Square etc. Everyone had to do a 'sexy' pose and a valentine's day message. Nicest was Chong Yu lol..."Don't you think I'm sexy??" lol, the japanese sexy pose had everyone dead. Anyways, sec1s came again, and we all got serious about stuff. Station games. Somehow, today's training was fun. Then after trng, when we gave our stuff to the sec2s, and the sec2s to the sec1s, besurai..Wen Yu screwed up, had to do 10 push-ups..multiple man. Man man, if I knew, I'd have done with him. Then we were discussing about the Evac thingy, I can tell that Zijie's serious with this thing. So I'm going to go along with it too. Then Qiwen wanted to meet all of us at sickbay.. then wanted us to choose a number. We chose '1' when there should be '56'. Then we got 1 pack of chocs..lol. Sec4s see us give stuff also want to give us things too. They aren't that bad as I thought lol. End up, I actually think this giving of stuff, even if it was the stones from the Raja Block LOL, symbolises something. We won't be here forever, passing whatever we have to the next batch. Emo me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went for a hair cut after rc, wanted detail cut from San Andreas. But the barber refused to cut my hair that way. She said, if I was neighbourhood school still can consider. But RAFFLES leh..-.- anyway, settled for a crew cut. For those who want to see my new hairstyle can msn me or check it out at sch tmr. Then I saw Eugene..had a girl behind him, wow. valentine's. Well, no time to go out with anyone today, most of the girls I know all got committments one, like new bfs, new gfs, etc. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this goes on to the topic of discussion today - stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought of the girl following Eugene. Average s'pore girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the vital stats of them...in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Wear Specs&lt;br /&gt;Shoulder Length hair&lt;br /&gt;School shoes, something branded.&lt;br /&gt;Wallet, pencil case etc. Branded.&lt;br /&gt;Average should be a B(you know what I"m talking about)&lt;br /&gt;speaks ah lian&lt;br /&gt;etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average S'pore boy.&lt;br /&gt;Wears specs,&lt;br /&gt;hair geled or spiked&lt;br /&gt;wallet and pencil case and shoes also branded&lt;br /&gt;aiyah I dunno lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the best rapper's a white, and the best golfer's a black, and the best musician is chinese. The world is free from all forms of stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Defence day tmr. Then CNY celebrations after that. This is one holiday I'm not going to enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-8142061560492262004?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/8142061560492262004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=8142061560492262004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/8142061560492262004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/8142061560492262004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/02/stereotypes-and-valentines.html' title='Stereotypes And Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-1738943929966978250</id><published>2007-02-13T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T04:36:16.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day? Just two cents about 'love'.</title><content type='html'>Yea, love exists. But it's near impossible to obtain.&lt;br /&gt;The one true love I've ever seen is between adults and children all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;No it's not pedophiles drooling over some third world country kids stripping for a few bucks, it's the special family relationship that everyone shares with their parents.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that half of the kids living on this god-forsaken world have totally extreme childhoods that is serious enough that God would come down here Himself and cause another world flood(see noah's ark dumbass). and the only people building boats would be the cruel captalists again as only they have the money for expensive cruisers and food to outlast the rest of the desperate populace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again. This problem is not solved yet. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, romantic love. That was what I onced believe in. ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's just a need in all of us. I admit I'm no superhero, or professional like Dante in Devil May Cry, everyone has needs... And the need to feel 'loved' romantically is one of them too. The worse part is that people these days have no idea what 'love' is. Maybe I don't either. But this is my opinion on this subject, and every valentine's day, it's always the same. My 'romance' relationships with girls don't last that long for a valentine's day either. I shall probably have to ask *bleep* to go out with me. But tomorrow I return to my crib at 6pm. School..commitments..my life is one long burden that I enjoy. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were 'in love', that I tell you, is crap. For most of us that is. I've looked up in the oxford dictionary and there were like 8 or more different definitions for love. But because of the lack of resources at the current time I was typing this, I shall take the definitions from Merriam-Webster instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;1 a (1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&lt;maternal&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; for a child&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; attraction based on sexual desire &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; affection and tenderness felt by lovers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; affection based on admiration, benevolence, or common interests &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&lt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; for his old schoolmates&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; an assurance of love &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&lt;give&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; warm attachment, enthusiasm, or devotion &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&lt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; of the sea&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;3 a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; the object of attachment, devotion, or admiration &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&lt;baseball&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;b (1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; a beloved person &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://mw1.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/darling" class="lookup"&gt;darling&lt;/a&gt;  — often used as a term of endearment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;British&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;— used as an informal term of address&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;4 a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another: as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; the fatherly concern of God for humankind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; brotherly concern for others&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; a person's adoration of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all these meanings, I find that only '1 a (1)' and the 'warm attachment, enthusiasm, or devotion' is practical for use in daily life. An 'attraction based on sexual desire' is simply not true as that is not love. It is sexual desire!&lt;br /&gt;Sexual desire in this case is I LOVE your body...and maybe you. If God stripped all of us of everything we had on earth, even our bodies, and we are all floating wisps in the fires of hell. Would you still love him or her? If we retained our memories when we reincarnate, and you find that your husband in your previous life was now a female, just like you in this life. Would you turn lesbian because you 'love' him? If the answer is no. Then my point is proven. Would society's pressure on homophobia make you change your love for someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if that person is crippled, disfigured, whatever. Nothing can beat family love.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you fail in life, your family is still supporting you. Some children have abusive parents, violent one that do all sorts of bad things. But no matter what happens, somehow, they still love their parents. They still stick by them, not because they are the breadwinners, not because they are their bodyguards. But solely because they love them. They are their parents. And in this world, I've only got 1 mum and 1 dad, and so everyone reading this post better cherish them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the teenage years are usually the toughest time of your life. Your body starts changing&lt;br /&gt;, like one's mentality. When I come home to listen to my mum's nagging. I know she's nagging, she's repeating what she said for the twenty millionth time. But that's because she cares, and I can feel her love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To the child, mother is god." - Silent Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;Some people say love is selfish, love is blind(family cases)..but another definition for love is that you love the person so much, you would do anything to make them happy. That's also true. But how about love is selfish? Towards which point is when love isn't love anymore? Another mystery in this world. But that's what we're here for. Life is still full of conflicts here and there, people partying and dying in that very same corner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other kind of love I think true is the love for a certain subject. Some people love something so much it becomes an obsession. That's the point when it's not love anymore. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. So I like rapping. I like hip hop. But do I 'love' it? I find myself unable to define that. Do I love it. It has become my passion, but so has bodybuilding, language, fashion and a multitude of other things. Everyone has a passion in life, a dream. And we all love our dreams. We all want them to come true. And for that dream, I am willing to forsake all I have. That's love. But I am not willing to forsake all I love. That's love too. Love in this case is selfish, and contradictory. Love is supporting both sides here...wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so. Following the communist dream. And even in Christianity, one of my Christian friends told me about church, the marriage seminar he attended, having children is one of the main aims of marriage. To ensure the survive of the species..wow. I do not exactly believe in romantic love, as the couples I've seen have really strange ways of proving it. But some cases are strong enough to turn this point a 180degrees round and point the gun straight at my forehead. Rather, humans survive on the instinct of society and cooperation. Communism indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-1738943929966978250?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/1738943929966978250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=1738943929966978250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/1738943929966978250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/1738943929966978250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-just-two-cents-about.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day? Just two cents about &apos;love&apos;.'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-6740437120719510461</id><published>2007-02-10T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T05:40:09.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='footdrill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom tables'/><title type='text'>HQ FD Accreds</title><content type='html'>Well, today's the day to show how communism red cross is. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Kwoky finally convinced me to go for silver accreds with hq last nite. So I went. Borrowing JQ's uniform. Anyway, when we got there everyone had alrdy fallen in, omg. Me and Romeo were busy rushing to change, the toilet's super stinky, super wet, super dirty, super %#$^-ed up. But it was super high-tech. Like when you step in the lights auto-on..o.0 really really cool- for a lousy toilet in TKSS anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teh school rocks. But then again, lousy toilet. We put our stuff in like the furthest classroom in the school, then received our notes for fd silver. We were grouped into 3 groups, group one had Hadi lol, group two had Joel WTF, then my name wasn't there. -.- Whatever lah, the VI also took my name down as 'JieQi', lol borrow uniform de. The discipline was surprisingly highly slack. When we did footdrill in the morning sun. The fiery god in that burning ball in that sky was staring straight at me with a middle-finger in my face -.- Argh, hard to pay attention to the lesson. Then we split into the 3 groups and started practising. The good thing is I kena-ed Hadi SIR the VI, a fat VI that looks like Lazydork, a woman who was really damn man, and another VI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after practising bronze commands..which included saluting for 10 mins...screw you Hadi. We further split into 2 groups, I luckily was under Hadi again... the other group, really feel sorry for them. Under that female VI in uniform who was seriously damn man, her voice was like...really low. omg. Then it was drill drill drill whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime!! YAY. Walked like 2.4km in boots that were too big to the food court. Like 8.5% of the stalls were open(8 stalls and 1 that wasn't serving) ate hokkien mee there, the guy was really nice, $3 hokkien mee I kena-ed 5 prawns and alot of mee..really hungry then. Then me and joel just ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon that time was more drills. Then we were learning belok(wheel), and inside our little group, we were split into 2 again. So it's like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 unit-&gt; total no. of people taking rc silver accreds.&lt;br /&gt;1/3 unit-&gt; 1 group.&lt;br /&gt;1/6 unit-&gt; group under Hadi and Lazydork VI&lt;br /&gt;1/12 unit-&gt; group just under Hadi&lt;br /&gt;then it boils down to me..which is like, 1/72 unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. Somehow, by luck, the group which was just under hadi that included me had 5 girls and 1 guy(me). Wow. All the other males were in the other seperate squad with Lazydork..wow. Really. WOW. -.- God's Will I guess. The standard of discipline is damn nice. We fidget and for once, Hadi the very cruel sec4 didn't even bother. Standard of neighbourhood schools? If that's the level of discipline I face in RIRC, I'd go for training every damn time man! Then we still couldn't do belok properly, so creative VI used our bottles to demo..really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember the bottles."&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'll remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we combined squad, all 70+ ppl in 1 squad. Everything in footdrill just turns cool. Marching all over the parade square, ke-kenan lurus, maju, hentak, belok, hormat, memenri, whatever, when you do it with alot of ppl, fd just becomes cool. The experience was worth the sunburn. Including the mass besurai, I remember 2 girls around me screwed up, never salute just march one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with theory, I really dunno how they teach, and abt the uniform..all girls were pants under their rc uniform skirts, but some are really long, and when they just squat, it's incredibly obscene. Like at a break, the girls in my 1/12 squad were all squating in a line towards the canteen..really obscene, not only towards me but towards everybody in the canteen too..yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7pm drama that we all watch, abt teens..the govt addresses all teenage issues in 1 drama, efficient. I saw the girl who was tomboyish and got her nude pics on the net from the drama in TKSS...she's actually in TKSS and in band..wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that really caught my eye was the classroom tables. Usually I'd see tables badly vandalised in someway or other..trust me, I know. But all the tables had a huge piece of coloured paper on them. And all the students just drew what they wanted, and had to put their goals there, like academically, family, physically etc..really. As a result, students can express artistic talent in a form of 'vandalism' in a 'non-hazardous' way. I've even seen 'Grove Street Rock On' lol, and in RI? White classrooms, Green structure..Black as night...boring. The curriculum is  boring and hard to grasp. The discipline killed and still does. Some of the best teaching methods actually come from neighbourhood schools... I've started to wonder every since I've come to RI whether I've made the right choice...and the answer? No. But I've never regreted joining RIRC. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, theory was done...and at 5.30 we were released..vacate the school in 15mins..cool. 15 mins to change in that toilet again..saw romeo..but honestly, footdrill was fun. The school was cool. But I'm tired, and actually typing so many words about today amazes me. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night. I hopefully can get some solace in the state of San Andreas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-6740437120719510461?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/6740437120719510461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=6740437120719510461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6740437120719510461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/6740437120719510461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/02/hq-fd-accreds.html' title='HQ FD Accreds'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-1746685119191197810</id><published>2007-02-09T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T00:32:50.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Families of American teens sue MySpace</title><content type='html'>Hey yo all was just checking out the sph newslink resources that ri provides..really useful for doing this article man, alot of articles to check out. Anyways long story short, this post is work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Families of American teens sue MySpace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://enewslink.asia1.com.sg/brsweb/read_5.brsw?this=result&amp;QDT=1&amp;amp;QFLST=HD%3AHG%3APD&amp;DB=ST%3ABT%3ANP%4005-07&amp;amp;QSTR=%28%28teen%29%29.HD.&amp;DTSTR=%28%28PD+%3E=+20050209%29+and+%28PD+%3C=+20070209%29%29&amp;amp;PSZ=30&amp;MAXL=400&amp;amp;SUMY=2&amp;HLT=0&amp;amp;LSTN=0&amp;amp;ID=000001205@NP07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website a hunting ground for paedophiles, say parents  SEVERAL teenage girls were allegedly sexually abused after being chatted up on social networking website MySpace, but the company claims a child's safety is partly a family's responsibility.    The site popular with teenagers, allowing them to share their lives and secrets in online diaries and personal Web pages, has been criticised for providing paedophiles with a rich hunting ground, reported AFP.    But it defended itself on Thursday against new lawsuits charging it had failed to protect the five girls from being lured into sex traps by predators.    The suits demanded unspecified millions of dollars in damages from MySpace and its parent company News Corporation for 'negligence, recklessness, fraud' and misrepresentation.    'MySpace serves as an industry leader on Internet safety and we take proactive measures to protect our members,' the company's chief security officer, Mr Hemanshu Nigam, said.    'Ultimately, Internet safety is a shared responsibility. We encourage everyone to apply commonsense offline safety lessons in their online experiences and engage in open family dialogue about smart Web practises,' added Mr Nigam.    The suits were filed separately on Wednesday in Los Angeles Superior Court on behalf of the families of the girls, aged between 14 and 15 and from the US states of New York, Texas, Pennsylvania and South Carolina.  PLIED WITH DRUGS  The girls were lured into meetings with men who had chatted them up on MySpace then plied them with drugs or alcohol and sexually abused them, according to court papers.    One of the men accused in the assaults is serving a 10-year prison sentence and the others are awaiting trials, according to lawyers for the girls.    'Blaming the families of abuse victims who were solicited online, as some have done, is a cynical excuse that ignores the fact that social networking sites can lead to heinous abuse by Internet predators,' said Mr Adam Loewy, a lawyer for some of the girls.    'In our view, MySpace waited entirely too long to attempt to institute meaningful security measures that effectively increase the safety of their underage users,' said another of the plaintiffs' lawyers, Mr Jason Itkin.    Last June, a mother who said her 14-year-old daughter was sexually assaulted by a 19-year-old user sued MySpace and News Corporation, seeking US$30 million ($46 million) in damages, reported Associated Press. That lawsuit claims the 19-year-old lied about being a senior in high school to gain the girl's trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response:&lt;br /&gt;Nearly every first world teenager is able to connect to the net for whatever reason, be it checking their email, chatting, playing online games, information, good or bad, let's face it: Without the net, we cannot survive. Not just us teens, but adults, even toddlers as well. My younger sister uses the net to source for information on Barney, and without this, I don't know what I can do to keep her preoccupied. However, like all other things, there is both a good and bad side. The internet, the ugly side.&lt;br /&gt;The site MySpace.com, without it, I would not have a page there to base my music on. As a lyrical artist it is essential to increasing fame and credibility. But this time, it has come to my attention that such a useful website has let its usefulness be extended to pedophiles. And now the damage is done to innocent young girls, their traumatised families are suing MySpace. I do not entirely disagree with chatting and making friends on the net. After all, most teenagers go online just to chat, or play online games to make new friends. Such friends could help you in times on need online, however there is still the need to be wary of them. Who knows who could be sitting on the other side of the computer, a 70 old pervert, or a young lady in her 20s?&lt;br /&gt;Sexually abusing girls via the internet is definitely wrong. But to empathise with the victims of such abuse, we do not know the future. Meeting with these so-called 'friends' would be taking a risk, if you trust the person enough, I would not object to meeting, but even so, be on your guard. Many of us want more companionship, it is a natural need. Thus we turn to the internet, all the pedophiles out there, they need company too. Though they're definition of 'company' may not be acceptable to most. Such people should undergo counselling to make it back to the right track of life. And for MySpace.com? The parents should not sue such companies. They merely provide such a service for networking. What should be the correct solution would be to either sue the pedophile, or closely monitor their children. As a teenager, I understand that most of us at my age range are extremely rebellious, we want freedom. And that can be understood. Besides MySpace.com, there are many other ways for pedophiles to make friends with young girls and boys like the "IRC", chatrooms, other websites, messengers etc. What would sueing MySpace solve? Does it solve the problem of pedophiles? Well, the answer is a definite NO. The attack should be aimed at the ones who sexually assaulted the girls, not the tool used.&lt;br /&gt;In summary, you can go online to make friends, but always stay wary, stay alert and be on your guard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-1746685119191197810?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/1746685119191197810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=1746685119191197810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/1746685119191197810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/1746685119191197810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/02/families-of-american-teens-sue-myspace.html' title='Families of American teens sue MySpace'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-1430886247053556315</id><published>2007-02-09T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T00:15:57.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Harrassment</title><content type='html'>It was after school, really peculiar. Coz I was checking out Romeo's phone, and copying Huiwen's no. in my phone lol. Then there was this lady who popped out who looked like Mrs. Ho Wai Lin..then she asked me whether she took a photo lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like.."what photo?"&lt;br /&gt;She replied,"the photo you took just now."&lt;br /&gt;What Photo!&lt;br /&gt;I was checking out huiwen's no. not takin' pictures.. anyway, who would want to take a photo of her..-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, "Alright, I give you the benefit of the doubt."&lt;br /&gt;Stephen was there, Jerome was there, Eng Han was there..WTF with what photo!!!&lt;br /&gt;argh, then she left. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we still dun understand what was going on. Then Eng Han finally figured out..maybe she thought we took a picture of her for purposes that invade privacy lol. OMFG. All of us were laughing lor, we're like..who would want to take a picture of someone who looks like Mrs. Ho!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense to Mrs. Ho, she ain't that ugly, but someone who looks like that is certainly not my type..argh. lol. Still laughing over this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Miss, before you start accusing others for sexual harrassment like secretly taking photos etc, CHECK YOURSELF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been bullied..that's no surprise. But training starts now. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about whatever anymore. It's time fight back. Weapons may assist me,  but it's still my conscience that stops me.   I've lost the today's battle, but I haven't lost the war. Hanif you watch out. You better be on your toes. I'm slamin' at ya..hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-1430886247053556315?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/1430886247053556315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=1430886247053556315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/1430886247053556315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/1430886247053556315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/02/sexual-harrassment.html' title='Sexual Harrassment'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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-4882903229782988013.post-9131013813216844381</id><published>2007-02-08T05:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:23:43.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa</title><content type='html'>Whoa I see SiYuan's blog all fixed up, nice sia.&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm gonna fix my up too..but somehow I'm too lazy to do it..argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882903229782988013-9131013813216844381?l=wonderb0y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/feeds/9131013813216844381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882903229782988013&amp;postID=9131013813216844381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/9131013813216844381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882903229782988013/posts/default/9131013813216844381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderb0y.blogspot.com/2007/02/whoa.html' title='Whoa'/><author><name>Pandemic Wonderboy</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></feed>
