<?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-351292678369186509</id><updated>2012-01-27T08:59:02.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You better make it count cause' you can't get it back.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-4237794344241258149</id><published>2009-09-03T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:12:58.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when September ends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Success is getting and achieving what you want. Happiness is wanting and being content with what you get,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Bernard Meltzer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now if only I could apply that to my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-4237794344241258149?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/4237794344241258149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=4237794344241258149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/4237794344241258149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/4237794344241258149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2009/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake me up when September ends.'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-8271162711649044274</id><published>2009-08-25T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:59:39.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Don't you think falling in love,especially in an unrequited way, is cruel? Just like a crescendo of the ocean waves,where it starts off as nothing more than a mere tingle at your feet which then slowly builds up into an overwhelming tsunami. It hits you and sweeps you off your feet without a moment's notice,when your guard is at it's weakest.Before you know it,you've drifted off too deep into the ocean without any means of returning to shore. And when you're out there,all you can do is struggle to stay afloat,praying very hard for some sort of salvation to end your battle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the only thing left to do is to hope.To hope that maybe the ocean current pulls you back to where you started.But then again,wouldn't that mean that the same thing would happen all over again?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't mind me,just a random post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-8271162711649044274?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/8271162711649044274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=8271162711649044274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/8271162711649044274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/8271162711649044274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-7342499821273004062</id><published>2009-07-17T00:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:27:40.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save me,plsandty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;yeah yeah,I know I said i'd be reviving this blog LOL.One post a month is better than nothing right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I owe an update of some sort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well,life has been....I don't really know how to put it.It just feels like i'm constantly in some sort of limbo,stuck in the middle of nowhere.I don't know what is what anymore.Am I gettting there? Or have I just been running on the same spot all this while?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've pretty much lost most of my drive to live.I got nothing much to look forward to anymore,putting up the same monotonous routine every single day,regretting and hating myself for the same thing over and over again. I just wish something could happen right now...something that could remind me again what it means to live.Right now,I feel like i'm living not because I want to,but because I have to -.-. Seriously,i'm no better than a dead corpse right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't even know what i'm saying anymore lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone save me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-7342499821273004062?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/7342499821273004062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=7342499821273004062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/7342499821273004062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/7342499821273004062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2009/07/save-meplsandty.html' title='Save me,plsandty'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-2386828688547461021</id><published>2009-06-17T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T06:45:33.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CPR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wake up dammit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pounding his chest and giving him a few more breaths,they were holding on to a faint hope that he would open his eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've been through so much together,so many things left unsaid,DON'T DIE ON ME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just then,as if God heard the plea,his eyes slowly fluttered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So,uhh yeah.This blog is officially revived(I think).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-2386828688547461021?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/2386828688547461021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=2386828688547461021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/2386828688547461021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/2386828688547461021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2009/06/cpr.html' title='CPR'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-4886618969164149610</id><published>2009-01-18T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:39:55.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah,I totally forgot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Being 18 days late is cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-4886618969164149610?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/4886618969164149610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=4886618969164149610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/4886618969164149610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/4886618969164149610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-5495118868308530549</id><published>2009-01-16T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:38:58.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving down the open road as we hum a little melody</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Drove a car for the first time ever today!It was fun haha.I mati enjin'ed at last 10 times though -.- That wasn't fun.Stupid clutch haha.I never knew driving could be so tiring,guess I should appreciate the people who fetch me more :P Can't wait to finally get my P! Just one more month!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lesson of the day is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NIKE'S WERE NOT MEANT FOR DRIVING MANUAL CARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-5495118868308530549?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5495118868308530549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=5495118868308530549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/5495118868308530549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/5495118868308530549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2009/01/driving-down-open-road-as-we-hum-little.html' title='Driving down the open road as we hum a little melody'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-7158737730261366902</id><published>2009-01-14T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:07:24.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As we march down this parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yeah,i'm 14 days late...so what? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm,so it's 2009 already eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly speaking,2008 has been pretty much a blur to me.I guess all that studying for SPM must've fried my brain.Even now,I'm still painstakingly trying to erase all the rubbish I've been taught throughout the 5 years of my high school life.Mitochondria!HCl!Newton's Third Law of Motion! Okay,i'll stop being a geek now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I'll remember 2008 as the year I stepped out from the confines of the same scenery I've been stuck with for the past approximately 1825 days of my life.I wouldn't say it is a joyous occasion,yet it leaves me with this weird feeling.The feeling of not waking up at 6 am,not standing on the fields every Monday morning with half-open eyes while singing our national anthem,not seeing the same old teachers that we're so familiar with,and of course not being with the people we used to always hang out with.It just feels..weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's funny how I once wished that I could gradute from high school asap,but now that it's happened,how I'd give anything to bring it back.Ironic eh?But that's just life doing it's job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I were to compare going through high school life to something,I'd compare it to a seedling.We all started out as helpless,vulnerable,naïve(well,most us anyway) prone to the many obscurities of life.With a lil bit of sunshine and water(our family and teachers I guess),we start to sprout.The growth of our stem (No kids,this is not a bio experiment) signifying our appetite to reach for something higher,a goal for something big while our roots symbolize our effort in trying to anchor ourselves into these unfamiliar grounds,finding a place where we belong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spring comes along,and more seedlings start to sprout.You can see all sorts of seeds.Apples,durians,papayas,you name it.Each with its own unique distinctiveness.These seedlings start to help one another in getting through this whole cycle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we start growing and growing,maturing as time goes by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaves start to grow,flowers bloom and our effort bear fruits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end,after braving countless harsh winters,enduring merciless disasters,we come out stronger than ever,ready to take on the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok,this post has been put off for wayyyyy too long,so I finished it off in a rush.Sorry if it doesn't make any sense hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah,another year,another chapter closes.I'm not really excited about 2009,but oh well,we'll see what happens.I hope 09 will treat me nicely and bring a better year filled with boisterous moments and unforgettable memories =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodbye high school,you shall be missed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave&lt;br /&gt;with the intention of arriving safely in an&lt;br /&gt;attractive and well-preserved body, but rather&lt;br /&gt;to skid in sideways, Champagne in one hand, &lt;br /&gt;strawberries in the other, body thoroughly &lt;br /&gt;used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO -&lt;br /&gt;what a ride!" - unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-7158737730261366902?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/7158737730261366902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=7158737730261366902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/7158737730261366902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/7158737730261366902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-we-march-down-this-parade.html' title='As we march down this parade'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-6112733397719107934</id><published>2008-12-28T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:01:27.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha,toilet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z232/petal04/animals/AniWhenGoodCatsGoBad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 308px;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z232/petal04/animals/AniWhenGoodCatsGoBad.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha,here you go Mun Suet.It's you giving a Christmas present to Eric then flushing him down a toilet bowl :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-6112733397719107934?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/6112733397719107934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=6112733397719107934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/6112733397719107934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/6112733397719107934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahahatoilet.html' title='Hahaha,toilet.'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z232/petal04/animals/th_AniWhenGoodCatsGoBad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-7863371654991665585</id><published>2008-12-24T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:19:49.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel hot this festive season!</title><content type='html'>Feeling bland this festive season?Need something to spice up your wardrobe?Want guys to drool over you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look no further then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simpli-cious.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://simpli-cious.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fashion heaven is guaranteed to spoil you with choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling flirtatious?Want something exotic?Or just seeking something casual?Don't worry,it's all there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click on it,you know you want to!No harm browsing through.Just think of it as window shopping xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Erm,it's basically an online boutique ran by my cousin.So if you're interested,just tell me and I might be able to get you a discount or something.I can get the stock directly from her,so yeah.She's currently in Hong Kong and will be back on the 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies,no need for you to shop till your feet ache when you can have the shopping done right from the comfort of your own home! And sorry men,nothing for us there.Guess we'll have to do our shopping the old fashioned way :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow,2 posts in a day,that's a new record.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-7863371654991665585?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/7863371654991665585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=7863371654991665585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/7863371654991665585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/7863371654991665585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/12/feel-hot-this-festive-season.html' title='Feel hot this festive season!'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-6366370143522661681</id><published>2008-12-24T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:19:07.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of the year again.</title><content type='html'>Hear the bells ring,the sled dashing through the snow.Yep,it's that time of the year again.The time where miracles are supposed to happen,when we put aside our busy schedules to once again appreciate the littler things in life.The happy glee on the children's faces as they carefully rip their presents open,the warm embrace of loved ones,a cozy dinner with the family.Christmas huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I wrote I wasn't really sure what Christmas really was about for me.This year is no different I guess.Maybe next year.Hmm,who knows.I have this nagging feeling that next year might be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOY TO THE WORLDDD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-6366370143522661681?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/6366370143522661681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=6366370143522661681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/6366370143522661681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/6366370143522661681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-that-time-of-year-again_24.html' title='It&apos;s that time of the year again.'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-2797785192647812882</id><published>2008-12-21T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:50:32.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting really is a city of entertainment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Came back from Genting yesterday and all I can say is...it was one hell of a trip!It was probably one of the best trips I've had in a while.The atmosphere was awesome,the weather was awesome(althought I was freezing 80% of the time),the rides were awesome and most importantly,the company was AWESOME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can still remember it so clearly,starting with the weird albeit cute clown that Mun Suet seemed to take a liking to,shouting in the cable car and waving to the ones that pass by,jumping on Jason's back,being spun around and round and round while singing I Believe I Can Fly,the thrilling sensation of being turned around 180 degrees at God knows how many km/h while screaming at the top of our lungs,swinging back and forth as the momentum builds up and as we roar,riding up a 45 degree slope and then splashing into waters which were contaminated with who knows what,spending 20 bucks trying to win something but to no avail -.- (mark my words,I will win something next time! Oh,and I hate Eric for winning Shemale on his first try -.-), the feeling of your heart being thrown out of it's rightful place while watching the night scenery(imagine seeing KL from Genting,haha.At least,I think it was KL.Penguin said it is!),running in a wannabe F1 race with the freezing winds in our face,being rejected to sit on a ride because I was too heavy (go ahead and laugh!that ride is weightist -.-),playing pepsi cola infront of the theme park entrance with everyone watching us (I was the first to be kicked out,haha),eating overpriced food which these people should be sued for,sitting in a circle on the ground just outside Starbucks while celebrating fhan tong's (chong sheng) birthday,watching the hilarious gay moments (seriously,it was damn gay,haha.Nobody can pull it off better than fhan thong and his gay partner Jason),trying to do my business in the toilet while people start entering and invading my privacy xD.And not forgetting the camwhoring sessions in pretty much any place you can think of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that's pretty much it.It was so much fun haha.For the whole day,I felt like my worries were washed away for the mean time.I forgot all about yesterday and tomorrow,and just had fun.It was like a temporary escape from reality,and that's what everyone needs once in a while as the burden life brings can be rather overwhelming at times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to everyone that made it happen,haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can read a more detailed story about the trip on &lt;a href="http://www.cyb-cl-eric.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eric's blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For now,i'm just gonna reminisce a little longer before rushing back into reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-2797785192647812882?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-5926593626572803531</id><published>2008-12-09T20:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:44:23.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well,it's been a while +cough3monthscough+ since I've put up a proper post.You can probably guess the reasons.SPM,procrastination,laziness,etc.Mostly due to laziness.Without further ado,i'll just update a little bit about what's been going on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29th November - 4th December&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LLC (LEO Leadership Camp 2008)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah,it's the camp that I was supposed to blog about but failed to last year.It's the camp that I miss so much even till this day.It was a camp that brought me great memories that will probably linger in my mind forever.It's that awesome of a camp.And this year was no exception.It was a different experience,being part of the committee.The responsibility you bear is much greater,what with the lives of 46 people in your hands.And of course not forgetting the maximum of 4 hours sleep we get every night.Still,it was worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The experience was...nostalgic,to say the least.When I stepped onto the grounds of Kem Bina Semangat,a plethora of familiar memories rushed into my mind.It felt weird being back there,seeing everything just the way it was.Well,almost everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The people were different this time.Different participants,different committees,different facilitators.But I guess that's what makes going to LLC again that much more exciting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At first,I went as someone with no particular goal in mind.You know,just helping out and having fun.But then,slowly,I started to realise something.I think I was actually there to help the participants have a wonderful time just like I did last year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I saw them having fun,saw them working hard together,it gave me an undescribable feeling.A really perplexing yet nice feeling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LLC isn't just about learning leadership skills imo.It's a place where you get to discover new things.Wether it is about yourself,the people around you or the way life works sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even as a second-timer,I learned new things.I believe it's a different experience each time,and new lessons are taught.For example,I learned that it's okay to do your business in the jungle (haha,sorry jack) and it's actually possible to see shooting stars in Malaysia.LLC is like a teacher with a vast amount of knowledge to impart to each and every one of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's about all I'm writing about LLC.All in all,it was (sorry Lion Clayton,my vocab really is bad) awesome and I wouldn't mind going again next year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh,yeah,and I also learned that my skin actually has the potential to turn as dark as an Indian's.(no offense)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next up is LEO Christmas Charity Bazaar.It's pretty much a bazaar where we sell miscellaneous stuff to fund some orphanages.Our barang-barang include stuffed toys,stationaries,WWF stuff,etc.So for whoever that reads this,if you've got the time,just drop by and maybe do a good deed this christmas.You don't have to buy things from our store.You can even donate things to the orphans.We have a christmas tree chock full (well,not anymore) of names of the orphans.You can choose one of the names from the tree and donate something to him/her.Donations of cash are also accepted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before you start asking,"Why should I help them?I've got better things to spend my money on,like christmas gifits",think about the orphans who don't have anyone to spend christmas with them!Think about how priviledged we are to be able to sing Christmas carols without a care in the world and exchange gifts with our relatives.Wouldn't you want to spread that priviledge?Then again,it's up to you,nobody is forcing you.Or are we? &gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LEO Christmas Charity Bazaar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Venue:Subang Parade,in front of Uncle Lim's (you can go shopping afterwards!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date:12th,13th and 14th of December 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time:10 am-10 pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be there,or be square.(because i'll be stuffing a spongebob doll down your throat)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay,time to go...think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-5926593626572803531?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5926593626572803531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=5926593626572803531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/5926593626572803531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/5926593626572803531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/12/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-1086314296672453966</id><published>2008-12-08T11:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:20:30.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just don't really know anymore.Everything feels like a blank in my mind right now,like a black hole just went through it.It's that feeling where like your heart feels like it's being crushed by a ton of bricks.I detest this unsettling,insecure feeling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bleh,this blog has been dead for 3 months and the first thing I post is some retarded complaint.I'll post a proper post next time,for whoever that still reads my blog LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-1086314296672453966?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/1086314296672453966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=1086314296672453966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/1086314296672453966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/1086314296672453966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-671460931971384781</id><published>2008-09-08T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:19:28.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melindungi dan menghormati hak pelajar</title><content type='html'>Membela,melindungi dan memelihara hak pelajar supaya mindanya tidak terjejas dan menjadi peyumbang kepada pendapatan Hospital Bahagia serta mengiktiraf mereka sebagai insan yang boleh menjadi gila akibat tekanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral and BI papers tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I really should post about LOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRIALS ARE HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-8866444984662567558</id><published>2008-09-02T15:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:12:41.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments in the sun</title><content type='html'>Back from LOC at last,haha.It unexpectedly turned out to be fun.I thought it was gonna be filled with boring lectures and talks,but I was totally wrong.It was pretty awesome what with moments of throwing huge pails of water at the participants (for once it wasn't me getting splashed LOL),sleeping under the stars,random basketball sessions and of course,not forgetting our utter failure with Code 0500 (aka Operasi Burung Hantu) LOL.I know you all hate us for waking you all up at 5 a.m. with our fake as hell acting xD.I only got like 30 minutes of sleep that night,but it was worth it,seeing everyone's blur faces in the morning,haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still experiencing that lingering feeling that happens after every kickass camp I go to.It isn't as strong as it was after LLC though.After LOC,i'm really really looking forward to LLC 2008.But before that,i'm gonna have to face reality in the butt,aka SPM.Trials start next week and i'm scared as hell &gt;/.Will post more about LOC once I get the pictures I guess.And i'll show a picture that probably shouldn't be seen by any of the participants LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,back to the books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-8866444984662567558?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-4900000626747154640</id><published>2008-08-16T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:58:38.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag by Wai Yew</title><content type='html'>Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;Neverr,girls are just too complicated LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;Finding ways to kill time,emo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you have a close close friend since childhood who loves to take away whatever you like, including guys/girls, and he/she always wins, will you still consider him/her your friend?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm,if he/she is making my life miserable,then I guess not.Unless he/she is some superawesome friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you give up in return to eat all you want in the world and not get fat?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing,i'm already fat xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you can have one dream to come true, what will it be?&lt;br /&gt;Finding my true purpose in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;It's possible I guess.I'll be miserable,but it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you feel like doing rite now?&lt;br /&gt;Going back in time and murdering the people who discovered Physics,Bio,Chem and Add Maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you afraid to lose most?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around me.Oh,and my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If there is someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not,unless it feels right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you believe in fate?&lt;br /&gt;You know,that's a very funny and cliche question to ask.But i'll say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;Understanding me,no awkward moments when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What are the things that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno,lying to me I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;For the 128192012th time,I have no idea xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Is anyone really perfect?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is perfect in their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you have a choice to be rich or happy, which one will you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Happy,duh.What's the point of being rich but the only thing&lt;br /&gt;you do all day is emo around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you have a chance, which part of your character would you like to change?&lt;br /&gt;My retarded part,hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What do you think is the secret to true bliss?   &lt;br /&gt;Living your life to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;27 years old...I guess,wandering the streets of KL begging&lt;br /&gt;for money?LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If the world is going to end one day, what would you do for the last 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jump from the top of KLCC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you believe that highschool love can work out to last?&lt;br /&gt;Any type of love can be made to last,it just depends on what both&lt;br /&gt;parties do to keep their relationship alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the good guy and not tag anybody xD.If anyone wants to do it,then feel free to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-4900000626747154640?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/4900000626747154640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=4900000626747154640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/4900000626747154640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/4900000626747154640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag-by-wai-yew.html' title='Tag by Wai Yew'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-6477700909644183179</id><published>2008-08-14T19:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:53:57.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of ramblings and ventings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/SKQZ8bWfenI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NU1QtT5pvdw/s1600-h/DaliTime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/SKQZ8bWfenI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NU1QtT5pvdw/s400/DaliTime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234337192836299378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock.&lt;br /&gt;Time seems to be slipping so easily out of my hands,and I can't seem to stop it from doing so.It's just speeding by so fast,that I barely notice it passing me by.I think i'm being a little paranoid by saying this,but time seems to passing faster and faster every year.I wonder if I'm the only one feeling this,hmm.Maybe time actually has an acceleration,going faster and faster each year! (Okay,i've been doing too much physics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials in about a month,give or take.Then comes the big boss in another 2 months.I don't seem to be in my panic mode yet &gt;/.Someone help meeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for some quotes to glorify the oh so wonderful thing we call time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t count every hour in the day, make every hour in the day count.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” - Steve Jobs (Apple co-founder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once.” - Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Time is free, but it's priceless. You can't&lt;br /&gt;own it, but you can use it. You can't keep&lt;br /&gt;it, but you can spend it. Once you've lost it&lt;br /&gt;you can never get it back.” -HarveyMcKay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But what minutes!  Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day."  ~Benjamin Disraeli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaningful,no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like we're missing out on so much in this world,given the little time we have.I WANT MORE TIME,GIMME MORE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh,guess i'll just have to be content with what I have right now.I can't wait till this whole overexaggerated SPM hype is over.I can almost smell the scent of me stripping naked and running through the streets once it's over.Okay,I won't do that,LOL.Too many innocent people will go blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/SKQg7H97QKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WC9JEshth5Q/s1600-h/lin-yang-460_789580c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/SKQg7H97QKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WC9JEshth5Q/s400/lin-yang-460_789580c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234344867034513570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most of you &lt;a href="http://http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/beijing_olympics/story/0,27313,24169753-5014197,00.html"&gt;have heard the news&lt;/a&gt; about how Lin Miaoke (girl on the left) was lip-synching 'Ode to the Motherland' during the Olympics opening ceremony.And the reason the original singer,Yang Peiyi(girl on the right),wasn't onstage?No,it wasn't because she came down with a fever or had a last minute stomach ache.It was because she &lt;em&gt;wasn't pretty enough&lt;/em&gt;.I was like,wtf,when I saw that.Like seriously,what kind of bullshit is this?And they even glorified Lin Miaoke to such an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discrimination like this pisses me off the most.Didn't they ever think about how Yang Peiyi felt?She must've been devastated when she was told that.Poor girl.I hope she doesn't grow up traumatized or something.And she's only 7 years old!Damned people these days,won't even go easy on a little girl's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like an insult to everyone watching the Olympics.The Olympics is supposed to be a sacred event,and things like this just tarnishes whatever grandeur it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child on camera had to be flawless in looks, in her feelings and in her expression,"  he said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flawless?What the hell?Flawless is such an overrated word.There is no way to define perfection.Anything can be made to look perfect,if not almost.To me,portraying the truth is much more closer to perfection than giving us some fake.And all of this for their "national interest"?This is just another proof that the human mind is full of nothing but self-centered thoughts (no offense).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against Lin Miaoke though,she looks like a sweet girl,and probably didn't really know what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the only time these kind of things happened.People get discriminated everyday for the way they look to the point that it's just sickening.I think everyone looks perfect in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the good ol' virtue of 'It's what's inside that counts'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to start practicing what we preach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-6477700909644183179?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/6477700909644183179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=6477700909644183179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/6477700909644183179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/6477700909644183179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-ramblings-and-venting.html' title='Of ramblings and ventings.'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/SKQZ8bWfenI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NU1QtT5pvdw/s72-c/DaliTime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-9073615136763042659</id><published>2008-07-29T16:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:42:16.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leo Installation SMKTS 2008</title><content type='html'>I'll just let the pictures and videos do the talking.Excuse the crappy quality and my poor camera skills xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-6f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-6f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" 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height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSsTwleVHT8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSsTwleVHT8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1-DbYitU3A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1-DbYitU3A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pxU0pDiy5fg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pxU0pDiy5fg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BaZlbizs848&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BaZlbizs848&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas and Michael and The Revelations,or something like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_r_kamoHO2U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_r_kamoHO2U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ying singing 'Collide' by Howie Day.She has an amazing voice,seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o97ND7YSuCE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o97ND7YSuCE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chien Lung,Kian Min and Chong Sheng xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Grr4ZuF0EjU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Grr4ZuF0EjU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Bod's performing 'Here in My Home' by Malaysian Artistes' for Unity.Aren't they just adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall,it was a pretty awesome install.Thumbs up to the organizing committee.I have officially stepped down from the Leo Club of SMKTS,sigh.I had some of the greatest times of my life in the club.Guess it's time to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-9073615136763042659?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/9073615136763042659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=9073615136763042659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/9073615136763042659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/9073615136763042659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/07/asdf_29.html' title='Leo Installation SMKTS 2008'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-7048080442624282554</id><published>2008-07-22T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:42:04.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take another gander.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Time to revive this dead blog.I didn't write this small anecdote,mind you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day, a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was great, Dad." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah," said the son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son answered, "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden, and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden, and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard, and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on, and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy's father was speechless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then his son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought it was a kinda cool story.Shows how superficial some people's thinking can be.In this case,the father.Sometimes we just need to see a little more than what's on the surface.Don't just go and assume that something so ugly or repulsive,is equally as disgusting inside.We need to look at things from different angles,maybe peering from the top,or perhaps from the base?Though,we can be so stubborn sometimes that we refuse to tilt our heads even for a second.That's when you need someone to crack that damned neck of yours,to bring you back to reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm starting to think that the poorer people are really the ones that are enjoying what life is about.Sure,they may not enjoy all the luxuries of life like we do,but at least they know how to appreciate whatever it is they have or get.Don't take things for granted,seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel a little hypocritical by typing all this,haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life can be a bitch at times,sure,but every other second when it isn't,it just seems so beautiful that it alleviates all the hate and sorrow from your body,and just makes you stare at it in wonder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-7048080442624282554?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/7048080442624282554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=7048080442624282554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/7048080442624282554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/7048080442624282554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-another-gander.html' title='Take another gander.'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-3400970459276902514</id><published>2008-06-27T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:05:09.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An explosion of words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hate this feeling.The feeling you get when there's like a million things you want to say,but you just don't know where to start.If only all these words could be turned into pictures,life would be so much easier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note,as Julius Caesar once said,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Vēnī, vīdī, vīcī,"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We came,we saw,we conquered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The battle is over,and we stride out with our heads up high,as we triumphed over the rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PBSM(the team i'm in) came out as the winners of the marching competition for the unit beruniform division &gt;).I'm so proud of you guys.We were one of the underdogs,but we showed em huh?Congrats guys,you all deserved it.We gave it our all during that last performance,and man did it rock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To the other teams,I take my hat off to you guys.You all did an awesome job,haha.The competition was a really close call this year though.It was impossible to predict who would come out as the champion.But in the end,we all emerged winners anyway.To me,winning isn't the most important thing.It's about giving it your all and learning something in the process.Getting 1st place is just like...an added bonus,something like getting 2 pay cheques in a month.&lt;s&gt;nottomentionthesyokfeelingyouget&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all started out as strangers,but as the weeks passed by,we all got closer to each other through the sweat and tears we shed,after marching for hours on end in the condemned hot-as-hell sun and even in the rain.And not to mention sacrificing our skin,turning into chocolates,haha.The camaderie that was formed.That is one of the things I love about marching.It's a feeling you wouldn't understand unless you tried it for yourself.It's a feeling you'll never regret having,seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the main thing I love about marching is probably when we take the stage,haha.The feeling you get as everyone watches you,sweat trickling down your forehead,as you try your hardest not to screw up the formation,during that time which you'll be giving every ounce of spirit you have in you.It's an undescribable feeling,but you feel it when you know that you've definitely given everything you've got.It's a damn syok feeling haha &gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly,thank you to everyone for doing your best.I'm gonna miss you guys haha.&lt;s&gt;anddefinitelynotthepractices&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh,that's the end of another amazing thing to hit my life.The other being retiring from the school's Leo Club,=(. Why must things come to an end in life?Why must life be so cruel?I had some of the greatest times of my life in Leo.Especially during LLC 2007,haha. &lt;s&gt;whichistillhavenotpostedareviewaboutandiprobablyneverwill&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Congratulations to the new B.O.D's.I know you guys can take the club to the next level &gt;).And kudos to the previous B.O.D's for everything you've done for the club.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;W&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ith every end,comes a new beginning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Didn't bring camera for sports day so no pictures &gt;/.Hopefully,I can get my hands on some.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-3400970459276902514?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-2185585552166517002</id><published>2008-06-27T05:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T05:36:02.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time.</title><content type='html'>In about 2 hours from now,the real battle will begin.All the torturous and strenous practices we've gone through will come to an end.Everything we've learned will be put to the test.The competition is rather tough this year.Even though the odds seem against us,we'll march on anyway,praying hard that it will work out,and that we will prevail in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-2185585552166517002?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-6615979913413113539</id><published>2008-06-18T22:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:52:15.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buried beneath all the lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Bleh,tiring day.Had marching practice from 1 to 3 which wasn't pleasant at all.Started raining around 2,but we still marched on anyway xD.It got really heavy around 2.30,at which I danced in the rain for a while before taking shelter &gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gonna be having practice every day after school for the next 7 days except on Sunday -.-.This is gonna be suck real hard.They're slave drivers,seriously.Well,hopefully we can win the competition this year.We're going all out this time,so I'll just hope for the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During English lesson,our "hot and sexy teacher" as quoted by Zhe Kai,made us do an activity.It was......amusing to say the least &gt;).We all had to be "nice" for the day.Basically,she handed out A4 papers to everyone,and we were supposed to write our name down and pass it around the class.Everyone was supposed to write something nice about him/her.And man,I can tell you this,it.was.not.easy.at.all. xD I guess i'm just too evil to begin with.I had a hard time resisting giving sarcastic/mean/cynical comments &gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end,we got back all our masterpieces,and this is what mine looked like&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/SFkoUqNgTCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Yf3g-1vu7QI/s400/IMGP2591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213242379051486242" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahaha,I wonder how much of it is true xD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kinda makes you wonder what everyone actually thinks about you doesn't it?Not to be cynical or anything &gt;) .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ya,was supposed to post this yesterday,but whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happy +coughnotcough+ birthday to the noob &gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hope you won't be as noob after your sweet 16.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And also,happy birthday to the person who always-says-he-will-do-badly-in-his-exam-papers- but-always-does-so-well-in-the-end,my buddy Weng Hoe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the rain cuz' it makes me emo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-6615979913413113539?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/6615979913413113539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=6615979913413113539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/6615979913413113539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/6615979913413113539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/06/buried-beneath-all-lies.html' title='Buried beneath all the lies.'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail 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with that devilish grin on their faces,(haha,just kidding,you know I love you teachers,well,some of them anyway.) and most importantly the friends,which  without them,school just wouldn't be school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course,let's not forget the pile of books that we'll have to bring to school again,to read through them over and over and over,wishing we could just burn them whilst doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to work a lot harder this term to make up for the last,sigh.Let's just hope this term will be much better than the last.It is the final term of our high school years after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dé·jà vu&lt;br /&gt;Déjà vu (pronounced /ˈdeɪʒɑː ˈvuː/ (help·info); French /deʒa vy/ (help·info) "already seen"; also called paramnesia , from Greek παρα para, "near" + μνήμη mnēmē, "memory") is the experience of feeling sure that one has witnessed or experienced a new situation previously (an individual feels as though an event has already happened or has repeated itself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you all ever gotten that feeling before?That feeling where like,you feel you've been in that situation before.The same atmosphere,the same people around you,the same expression on your face.When it happens,it's like,you can't help thinking at the back of your brain that you've experienced it before.It's creepy yet at the same time,gives you that feeling of intrigue.Sometimes I feel like I've dreamt about it before,but I won't recall it until it actually happens.It happens to me rather frequently if I have to say so myself.Maybe we   actually have the ability to foresee the future without actually realising it?  Hmm.Think Hiro Nakamura!&lt;br /&gt;He can actually go into the future though &gt;/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to be said.Time to make some sweet dreams.Maybe i'll be able to actually remember my 'predictions' this time. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an utterly completely different note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I feel like I can finally let go of these feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/351292678369186509-8401502673791761371?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/8401502673791761371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=8401502673791761371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/8401502673791761371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/8401502673791761371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/06/dj-vu.html' title='Dé·jà vu'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-346905522086752034</id><published>2008-06-06T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T17:07:26.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leo Forum 2008</title><content type='html'>....is what I should be posting about,but i'm lazy as hell to elaborate on the stuff&lt;br /&gt;that happened.So i'll just talk about some of the interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I had my shares of laughter,and not forgetting the adrenaline-rushed dance floor moments.&lt;br /&gt;Also,I miss waking up in my literally arctic cold freezing room.And of course the crazy moments with my roommates,Jun Hsien,Nicholas and the pro womanizer(damn him) Han Liang.&lt;br /&gt;Our club only got like..10 awards?I think.Kind of disappointing.Those guys have a grudge on us&lt;br /&gt;or something &gt;/.We deserve better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first night,I realised Malaysia actually has talent!No thanks to  the Leo Idol finalists -.-&lt;br /&gt;Save a few of course.I'm talking about Dina,the 1st runner-up for the 1st season of Malaysian Idol.&lt;br /&gt;She brought the house down with the songs Umbrella and No One,seriously.&lt;br /&gt;They turned the place into a dance floor after the event ended,too bad I didn't stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second night,the food was freaking awesome.It's like the food served in those fancy&lt;br /&gt;Chinese restaurants.Too bad I got full fast.&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the auctions,probably one of the highlights of the night.Other than the Top award presentations of course.&lt;br /&gt;We were given Leo Money throughout the forum to be used during the auctions.Our club bid like 19k for a RM30 digi reload card and a fruit basket,haha.&lt;br /&gt;We were all like ......&lt;br /&gt;At first,they told us the grand prize was worth RM 10,000.&lt;br /&gt;We knew we didn't stand a chance with our current amount,so we combined with Assunta and PJI,and it still wasn't enough!&lt;br /&gt;So we combined with other clubs from Region 7 &amp;amp;8,though I've forgotten which,sorry.&lt;br /&gt;We bid a mind-blowing amount of 61k!&lt;br /&gt;And the grand prize is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A donation of RM 10,000 to the China earthquake victims! LOL&lt;br /&gt;We got owned.But at least we did some charity xD.Maybe karma will repay us in its own way.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that,they turned the place into a dance floor again,and this time I stayed for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was getting into the mood,dancing to the beat of Get Low,The Way I Are among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night kinda sucked.Security was tight as hell.Couldn't even have fun for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day,at the closing ceremony,during the Q&amp;amp;A session for the YE program (Youth Exchange),a heated debate followed.The contenders:&lt;br /&gt;Lion Ivan and Clayton vs the people on the stage (no idea what their names are xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't even answer Lion Ivan's and Clayton's questions properly.Tsk&lt;br /&gt;The commotion eventually died down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus returning home arrived at around 4 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;So we had about 4 hours of free time.&lt;br /&gt;Once again,they turned the hall into a dance floor.But this time,nobody seemed&lt;br /&gt;to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing scared the shit out of us with the mask he brought.And what was even scarier was when&lt;br /&gt;Yong Hui wore it.Seriously,she.was.scary.&lt;br /&gt;I'll  post the picture later,hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned home with a heavy heart,wanting to stay even if its just a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.Reached home around 10 p.m. I don't even know why it took that long LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall,the whole forum experience was different than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,congrats to SMKDJ for getting the Top Leo President Award (Lee Keng).Some of you might know her xD.And also,congrats to SMK Assunta for getting the Top Leo Club Award.&lt;br /&gt;The incoming noob president better work harder &gt;) You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to update more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-346905522086752034?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/346905522086752034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=346905522086752034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/346905522086752034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/346905522086752034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/06/leo-forum-2008.html' title='Leo Forum 2008'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-6519571512542770958</id><published>2008-05-14T23:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T07:53:45.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>(Blogging when I shouldn't be,xD.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,2 days of exams left.Bio 1 and Maths 1.Seems pretty easy(hopefully),so i'm starting to sink into my lazing mood again.Then again,when have I never been in my lazing mood.&lt;br /&gt;I think I did pretty badly in my exams this time around.I don't know why,but I just can't seem to get into the studying mood &gt;_&gt;.And seems like i'm not the only one with this problem.Pre-SPM epidemic,perhaps?Just can't seem to concentrate this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this amazing singer today.Like seriously amazing.I know I should've known about her a long time ago,but what can I say,I'm a slow guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know her,especially Kingdom Heart fans.&lt;br /&gt;She is none other than.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/SCsNRw8AjNI/AAAAAAAAADw/qyhM330bS-g/s400/Utada-Hikaru_40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200264793574902994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep,Utada Hikaru.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm not an avid fan of Japanese songs(though she sings English songs),I still think her songs are amazing.Her fluency in english surprised me a little.It's pretty rare to see a Japanese converse in english as good as her.Overall,she has an amazing voice =).&lt;br /&gt;+coughAndshe'shottobootcough+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of my favourite songs from her that I've heard so far.&lt;br /&gt;It's the opening theme for Kingdom Hearts 2 for PS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese version (Passion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sM8nqp2BeeY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sM8nqp2BeeY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English version (Sanctuary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nbnD7sVCBOE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nbnD7sVCBOE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMO,the japanese version is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's her singing a song I'm sure all of us are familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMmu41UQHAs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMmu41UQHAs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Utada Hikaru singing Boulevard of Broken Dreams.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard that,I was like.....ohmygod.Damn,she's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take my word for it though.Listen to her for yourself.She's quickly becoming one of my favourite singers xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,better get to bed.I didn't study at all today &gt;).Hope I won't do too bad on Bio 1.I'm slowly giving up on my exam results &gt;_&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-6519571512542770958?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/6519571512542770958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=6519571512542770958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/6519571512542770958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/6519571512542770958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/05/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/SCsNRw8AjNI/AAAAAAAAADw/qyhM330bS-g/s72-c/Utada-Hikaru_40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-5742311059587408650</id><published>2008-04-14T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:56:51.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>Hmm...changed my blog header picture.Took  the picture from my apartment window.Scary no? &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw it,I was like,"Damn,that's so cool,"&lt;br /&gt;Guess what it looks like xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do when fate was against you?Would you still fight?Or just give up altogether?&lt;br /&gt;What if the odds were as much as you being able to fly without wings?Fate has a dumb way of  toying with our lives.I wish it would consider our feelings for once -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,back to emo-ing and trying to study.Tomorrow's gonna be a long day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-5742311059587408650?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5742311059587408650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=5742311059587408650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/5742311059587408650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/5742311059587408650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/04/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-7527303187019163345</id><published>2008-03-30T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:39:38.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and ze clock strikes midnight.</title><content type='html'>Lol,been a month since I last blogged -_-.As usual,procrastination.Hmm,so....nothing much happened in the past month,maybe the Charity Carnival Bazaar,but that's it.Lots of homework these few days (maybe it's because  I refuse to do them,hmm...).Feeling left behind on   my studies,especially chem,bio and physics =/.I need to start bucking up,and focus on getting that straight A's i'm aiming for.But as for now,the future looks pretty bleak.So right now,i'm waiting for that boost of motivation,though seems like its never coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo,right now i'm addicted with this song =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is from when he sang at some concert,so the sound is not that clear,but I like the background xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EfxL0S-7yVo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EfxL0S-7yVo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more clearer version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVryd-JOEo4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVryd-JOEo4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderell by Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spins and she sways to whatever song plays,&lt;br /&gt;Without a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sitting here wearing the weight of the world on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day and there's still work to do,&lt;br /&gt;She's pulling at me saying "Dad I need you!&lt;br /&gt;There's a ball at the castle and I've been invited and I need to practice my dancin'"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh please, daddy, please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss even one song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;She says he's a nice guy and I'd be impressed&lt;br /&gt;She wants to know if I approve of the dress&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Dad the prom is just one week away&lt;br /&gt;And I need to practice my dancin'&lt;br /&gt;"Oh please, daddy , please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss even one song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;She will be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3:&lt;br /&gt;But she came home today with a ring on her hand&lt;br /&gt;Just glowin' and tellin' us all they had planned&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Dad the wedding's still six months away but I need to practice my dancin'&lt;br /&gt;"Oh please, daddy , please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss even one song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is for all the dad's out there who has daughters =)&lt;br /&gt;Though it doesn't apply to me,I love it because I think the lyric is cute xD.Call me weird if you want.&lt;br /&gt;(I should've posted this on Father's Day,but oh well...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,that's about it for now.Still got an essay to do =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-7527303187019163345?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/7527303187019163345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=7527303187019163345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/7527303187019163345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/7527303187019163345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-ze-clock-strikes-midnight.html' title='and ze clock strikes midnight.'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-1589512521242035183</id><published>2008-02-23T19:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T08:11:39.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissatisfaction</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last blogged...&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I didn't have time to blog,it's more like...I had nothing to blog about.(plus procrastination had played a part of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had LEO orientation today,and my legs.freaking.hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.I could barely walk anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't have been so painful if I didn't have marching practice in the morning before orientation -.-.All that stamping with my feet didn't help.I hope I can go to school on monday.*coughnotcough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had station games during the orientation,and man did they rock.I was incharge of the Snowy Polo station (i think that's what they call it).Basically,we laid a watermelon before them,and they had to bite as much off as possible in a given time.Then,they had to dunk their head in a basin of flour,and try to find polo sweets xD.They couldn't use their hands at all for both parts.LLC,anyone? =D.(That reminds me,I still haven't posted about LLC,LOL.)There were also other stations like charade(was funny seeing them act it out),caterpillar,fear factor(we used real worms =D) and commando crawl.I think there was one or two more,but I forgot their names.And after all that,comes the worse part.Cleaning up.Dun dun dun.We had to clean up our respective stations,and since I was also incharge of cleanliness,I had to check the whole school to make sure it was clean.So I had to walk around the whole school(well almost).I even double (or was it triple) checked.Thus,the leg pain.I had to miss out on the drama that was being performed =(.But,it was worth it.Everyone got to have fun,and most importantly,the juniors,seniors and probates got   closer to each other,even if it is a lil' bit.&lt;br /&gt;Orientations are so much better when you aren't one of the participants =D.You get to see everyone squirm and make a fool out of themselves xD.(I'm mean,I know)But of course,the juniors and seniors had their share of fun.We splashed each other with water at  the station I was at,since there were pipes there.And we had balloons.Lots and lots of balloons.And flour.What do you get when we have the equation water + balloon + flour?You do the math =D.So overall,the orientation owned =D.Too bad this is my last year in our schools LEO club,=(.I'll miss orientation.And a whole hell lot of other things.I guess one the next few posts is gonna be about the last year in school,the worse year ever (to me anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the excitement and fun,it's one of those days again.Those days where you feel so dissatisfied,never feeling content no matter how much you get.I have no idea why either.I should be happy and satisfied,but i'm not.I feel like an ingrate,not being thankful for what I have.But then again,&lt;br /&gt;that's what they always tell us to do.&lt;br /&gt;As humans,I don't think we can ever be truly satisfied.We will &lt;br /&gt;always want more even if we don't show it.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda sad...Why can't we just feel content? Someone kick me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,that's it for now.Not much to blog about but my complaints.I complain too much,I know.I should've been born a girl,xD. [no offence to girls =P (or is there?)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun dun dun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zu Wen(Tai Ko)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-1589512521242035183?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/1589512521242035183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=1589512521242035183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/1589512521242035183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/1589512521242035183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/02/dissatisfaction.html' title='Dissatisfaction'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-6087809252594020106</id><published>2008-01-29T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:05:29.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion is like going to a buffet,not knowing what to eat first.</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling rather confused and frustrated these few days.The worst part is I have no bloody idea why.Maybe it's cause my pile of homework is mounting higher and higher by the day,or maybe it's cause I have to hand in my moral project tomorrow,and I still have 2 tugasan harian and 2 kerja amal to finish up (yet I still have time to write this post &gt;_&gt;).But I dunno...last year was the same,and I didn't feel this bad.I seem to be rather bitter these few days.I curse for no apparent reason,and just get frustrated easily.Ohmygod,I think i'm PMS-ing. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,whatever.It'll pass...I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,for the emo part of the post =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Feelings You Left Behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at yourself,&lt;br /&gt;You just can’t help but wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder about the feelings that were left behind.&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that were never shown,&lt;br /&gt;All bottled up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words that were never said,&lt;br /&gt;Only made it worse,&lt;br /&gt;The price that had to be paid,&lt;br /&gt;With an empty purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bliss that you could’ve felt,&lt;br /&gt;The grieve that you should’ve felt,&lt;br /&gt;The regret that has yet to come,&lt;br /&gt;All feelings without within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all just a fallacy,&lt;br /&gt;Little pieces that didn’t make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into the sky,&lt;br /&gt;You rendered it all,&lt;br /&gt;Looking back to the path,&lt;br /&gt;You take a step of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little something I came up with +evenwhenIhadmymoralprojecttodocough+&lt;br /&gt;Hope it makes sense.I don't even know how I come up with these things.I'm just weird like that =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,that's it.I really really really have got to get back to my project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-6087809252594020106?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/6087809252594020106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=6087809252594020106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/6087809252594020106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/6087809252594020106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/01/confusion-is-like-going-to-buffetnot.html' title='Confusion is like going to a buffet,not knowing what to eat first.'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-286644166640539774</id><published>2008-01-06T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:38:07.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Stinks,srsly.</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh,this sucks.It's 10.30 p.m. and I'm not even close to finishing my  dumb Bio project -.-.I was pretty sure I was gonna start yesterday,but I guess that was shot down too.Procrastinating blowsss.I still have a moral project that has yet to be touched,and the deadline's at the end of the month.And to make matters worse,I have to revise all my Add maths,Chem,Physics crap.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.I feel like emoing now.Anyone wanna join me? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should stop making up excuses to not do my project,like what i'm doing right now &gt;_&gt;.Well,that's it.No emo post this time.Instead,have some beautiful fireworks =D.Recorded by me,during the countdown in 1 Utama last year.Magnific,no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjxeJSF9H6Q&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjxeJSF9H6Q&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom!&lt;br /&gt;P.S:Don't mind the voices in the background.Just some random crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-286644166640539774?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/286644166640539774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=286644166640539774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/286644166640539774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/286644166640539774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-stinkssrsly.html' title='School Stinks,srsly.'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-7395526847101636518</id><published>2007-12-31T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:12:22.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dawn of A New Era</title><content type='html'>December  31 huh...Wow,just freaking wow.I just realized this year is already ending..just like that.I really hate this.I’ve always hated it when a year ends.I don’t really know why.I guess it’s because I’m not ready to enter a new year yet.I still want to revel in this year’s memories,before making new ones in the year to come.Tis year’s been a blast.No,that does not suffice to describe it.This has been one of the best,if not THE best,years of my life and I’m not kidding.It’s no exaggeration.I’d murder,maim and pillage to get another year like this,LOL.The memories of 2007 will forever be engraved in my heart,never to be lost to the tides of time.And it’s probably not just me,I’m sure a hell lot of us has thought the same.And now,before this year ends,I shall give my tribute to this beautiful year of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tribute to 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year comes,a year goes.We all see it.It may just be moving from one month to another,but it’s not as superficial as that.We all feel it.As that clock hand ticks towards a new day,a new year,the memories of the current year playback in our mind,just like a movie,telling a story.The happiness we indulged in,the sadness we met,the pain we had to endure,the disappointment from not getting our expectations met,We all fell,we all rised.In the end,it really does matter.All these feelings we have experienced,it’s just another part of life that everyone has to go through.No matter how insignificant,how trivial it seems,you get stronger,even if a little.You get stronger not just as a person,but as an entity in this ever so vast and challenging planet.You get the strength to carry on,and bring new miracles into your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we move on,we meet new people,good and bad.We look into their eyes,we exchange greetings,maybe even contempt,but after a while,some may realize,every one of us is different,but the same.We may have different colors,different accents,different goals in life,but the one thing that is the same even if the sky were to fall,or World War III were to break out,is that we are all seeking for answers.The answers to our questions.&lt;br /&gt;“You are always searching for answers to your questions.That is because you believe they mean something to you.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you keep desiring answers,your life will remain a meaningful one.You are constantly renewing yourself by thinking and feeling things.” - Gaeus&lt;br /&gt;I may have gotten that quote from a game,but it holds it’s meaning all the same.(There are actually some amazing quotes in games,rofl.)As long as you keep striving to find the answers,the strength to move on will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a saying that goes “true friends are like diamonds,precious and rare,”.What kind of bullshit is that…&lt;br /&gt;No matter how rare or precious,you can still place a price on it.Diamonds get sold everyday don’t they? &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends are priceless,more priceless than the Mona Lisa painting,more priceless than a view of the sunset glistening in the background. .Friends are what help us get through this life,the rope that keeps us from falling off that ledge.&lt;br /&gt;. I really can’t imagine a life alone,well I can actually...a life where you have to bear all the pain and burden only on your own two shoulders.No one to share that lovely ice cream with,no one to listen to you gripe,no one to listen to you talk about that hot guy or girl you saw today.As the year passes,we meet new friends,people that were once strangers.Some of them we least expect to be friends with.Life has a funny way of doing things,you never know who you’re gonna meet in life.People that were once enemies,may become your true friends.Strangers that you once thought were geeky and lame becoming your friends.It’s always fun to meet new people,to see the different sides of life,to share our experiences.And guess what,I just realized this recently,lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year in our life,is like a chapter in a story book,each page a day in our life.And you are the author that controls the pen.As the days,weeks and months go by,the pages start filling up.It fills up with your experiences,your emotions,your…memories.Each page holds a new surprise,it’s like reading a good thriller novel.We keep writing and writing,and one day,when it is complete,maybe we could read it once again,just because we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the year of 2007 ends,a new chapter in our life begins to unfold.We have to keep writing until the end,till the last word,the last letter.(You don’t wanna be called a quitter do ya?)The name of the book?I dunno,you’re the one deciding.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep writing…and flipping the pages and hope…for a happy ending =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;End of Tribute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,that’s it.Hope you guys liked it and that it made sense and doesn't sound too cheesy &gt;_&gt;.I’m gonna miss 2007 a lot,but…to attain something new,is to let go of the old.So I’m gonna put my head up high,and enter a new year,with a wish that it will be as great,if not better than the year before.So before it ends,I would just like to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;GOODBYE 2007,THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES AND…….&lt;br /&gt;HELLOOOO 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-7395526847101636518?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/7395526847101636518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=7395526847101636518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/7395526847101636518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/7395526847101636518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2007/12/dawn-of-new-era.html' title='The Dawn of A New Era'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-1392863785043286274</id><published>2007-12-26T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T01:59:33.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?What?Christmas is here?</title><content type='html'>Well,it's that time of the year again.And while everyone is wishing everyone else a merry christmas and exchanging presents,I can't help but wonder....just what is Christmas really about?Some say it's to spend time with family and relatives,others say it's the about joy of giving,while there are those that enjoy Christmas just for the presents,heh.As for me?I have no idea.I don't know why,but every year,whenever Christmas comes,I just feel like it's any other day.I can't seem to get into the spirit of it.I feel like there's something missing.Oh well...more answers for me to seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,that's about it.Too lazy to write more &gt;_&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to post this yesterday,but...well,yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Belated Christmas!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/R3KMIQMAVyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/U5ChXjzOZw4/s1600-h/IMGP1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/R3KMIQMAVyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/U5ChXjzOZw4/s320/IMGP1058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148331397450061602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/R3KNDAMAVzI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZeJ61no9INw/s1600-h/IMGP1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/R3KNDAMAVzI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZeJ61no9INw/s400/IMGP1060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148332406767376178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/R3KOuAMAV0I/AAAAAAAAADI/UhlTiH8aPEQ/s1600-h/IMGP1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/R3KOuAMAV0I/AAAAAAAAADI/UhlTiH8aPEQ/s320/IMGP1064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148334245013378882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not that great,but hey,at least I tried.And don't mind the rubbed parts,I made mistakes and drew too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously have got to start on the LLC review thing.I still miss camp,sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and,good luck to the Form 3's,haha.Don't worry too much about the PMR results.It's not like your whole life depends on it.Oddly enough,I can't remember what I felt the day before PMR results came out nor on the day itself,LOL.Man,i'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like PMR was made just to make students go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: PMR sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-1392863785043286274?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/1392863785043286274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=1392863785043286274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/1392863785043286274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/1392863785043286274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2007/12/huhwhatchristmas-is-here.html' title='Huh?What?Christmas is here?'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/R3KMIQMAVyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/U5ChXjzOZw4/s72-c/IMGP1058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-3592390264009620069</id><published>2007-12-14T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:48:55.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2? Nah,not yet.</title><content type='html'>I said I'll write my review in the next post,but...I'm a freaking procrastinator,so...D: .I'm gonna write a kick ass long review,so don't worry.I'll describe the camp in the most omgwtfbbq way possible,I hope.Until now,I still miss it =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,did some blog stalking today.It's really amazing how much you can know someone from their blog.Maybe not everything,but it's still amazing.Everything you didn't know about them.I once didn't give a damn about blogs.Now i'm regretting that decision =/.Wished I found the wonders of blogs sooner.Regrets seem to be a part of my life,sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this song today,and it's pretty awesome.I love it's lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Tears run down my face I can't replace&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm stronger I've figured out&lt;br /&gt;How this world turns cold and breaks through my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok. It's ok. It's ok.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons are changing&lt;br /&gt;And waves are crashing&lt;br /&gt;And stars are falling all for us&lt;br /&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;br /&gt;I can show you I'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're my, you're my, my true love, my whole heart&lt;br /&gt;Please don't throw that away&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you'll stay, stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use me as you will&lt;br /&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;Though my skies are turning gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xsNw0Bk_oLk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xsNw0Bk_oLk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh,protecting someone...just how far would you go?I know I would break my limits,cause i'm a sucker for protecting things xD.I like to be the big meat shield,haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and,that's not the original video.The original was kinda boring,so I put in a Final Fantasy VII Advent Children one.God,that movie rocked so hard.Even if you're not a fan of the FF series,you should watch it.Plus,Tifa is effing hot.Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,and I'm also addicted to that song the two Taman Petaling girls sang.That was so cute xD.&lt;br /&gt;It's called Shining Friends by 2r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little faith brightens a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;Life is difficult; you can't go away&lt;br /&gt;Don't hide yourselve in the corner&lt;br /&gt;You have my place to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow is gonna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Opens up you'll see the happy sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Keep going on with your dream&lt;br /&gt;Chasing tomorrow's sunrise&lt;br /&gt;The spirit can never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun will shine, my friend&lt;br /&gt;Won't let you cry, my dear&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;Make my world disappear&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be alone in darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my smile, my friend&lt;br /&gt;We are with you, holding hands&lt;br /&gt;You have got to believe, you are my destiny&lt;br /&gt;We're meant to be your friends&lt;br /&gt;That's what a friend should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m_GowgHntEk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m_GowgHntEk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...cherish your friends and stuff...yeah.It's what they always tell you,but most of us still take it for granted anyway,sigh.Human nature sucks sometimes.I could go on about human nature,but,I'd just keep going on and on connecting one thing to another lol,xD.So,i'll keep that for another post.I wish I could talk this much in real life.I'm always the quiet guy that doesn't stand out much =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,time to end this post.But first,a little picture I drew some time ago.Hope you guys like it.And comments are always nice.Might draw another soon.I'm still trying to draw faces of.&lt;br /&gt; people I meet in life,but it's really hard &gt;&lt; .Anyone wanna be my model? xD.&lt;br /&gt;For free of course...cause im kedekut like that.I'm still an amateur at drawing and not good at shading...sigh.But I still love,love,love drawing.I dunno why,but I LOVE drawings and words.I'm lazy at doing it though =/.Well,tata.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/R2KxXAMAVvI/AAAAAAAAACY/jZdsKX9H1a0/s1600-h/IMGP0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/R2KxXAMAVvI/AAAAAAAAACY/jZdsKX9H1a0/s320/IMGP0923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143868733155989234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/R2KyxAMAVwI/AAAAAAAAACg/TZxcfFRf4R8/s1600-h/IMGP0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/R2KyxAMAVwI/AAAAAAAAACg/TZxcfFRf4R8/s400/IMGP0942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143870279344215810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you meet a dead end,you don't take a detour...you bust it up with your hands. 8D&lt;br /&gt;-Another lame quote by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai Kor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-3592390264009620069?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/3592390264009620069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=3592390264009620069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/3592390264009620069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/3592390264009620069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2007/12/part-2-nahnot-yet.html' title='Part 2? Nah,not yet.'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUx_yEUY8bg/R2KxXAMAVvI/AAAAAAAAACY/jZdsKX9H1a0/s72-c/IMGP0923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-873326902033439594</id><published>2007-12-13T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:16:16.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LLC 2007 baby.(part 1)</title><content type='html'>Phew,just returned from LEO Leadership Camp 2007.I don't think it's possible to describe the camp in words.But if i did try,I'd have to say it was omg f*cking awesome.Yeah,I almost cursed in my blog there.Shows how much it rocked.Seriously though,even saying it is awesome is an understatement.I think it has changed my view on life quite a bit.It made me stronger,even if it only is a little bit.It was a life changing experience to summarise it.Even now,while writing this post,I wish I were still over there,hanging out with everyone,acting crazy and without a care in the world.I'm feeling really  emo right now...I miss everyone there.Those 6 days and 5 nights spent together...how I wish it would've lasted longer.It  went by just like that,like pooooof.I know everything has to end eventually but that sucks,srsly.I kinda feel empty right now for some reason now that the camp is over.I guess it's because I've already gotten used to the lifestyle of the camp,so I don't really know what to do now.Reality is sinking back in,and I have to think about what to do next.Sighhhh,this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a lot of new people from other schools at the camp.We had so many things to do,and everyday we would be as tired as hell,but we would stay up late and go crazy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna write my opinions and feelings on the camp in the next post.Kinda feeling tired right now.I stayed up till like 5 a.m. since it was the last night.I still had 5 hours of sleep,but I dunno why i'm still tired.Till the next post then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai Ko (Zu Wen)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-873326902033439594?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/873326902033439594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=873326902033439594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/873326902033439594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/873326902033439594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2007/12/llc-2007-babypart-1.html' title='LLC 2007 baby.(part 1)'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-1498728356305203459</id><published>2007-11-10T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T01:17:01.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm....what the hell,I don't know...insert your own title here.</title><content type='html'>Been a while since i last updated.One whole month,zomg.Ah well...not like I had anything to blog about.Another slow paced month...nothing much happenin'..sigh.Boring,boring.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...i recently found this manga/comic and it has got me hooked onto it for the past 5 days?Reading 25 volumes in 5 days..man,i'm good.&gt;_&gt; +cough+nolife+cough+&lt;br /&gt;The name of this manga is the epidemic we call GTO,abbrevation for..Great Teacher Onizuka.Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;This is like one of the g'damnned best manga i've ever read so far,probably even the best.&lt;br /&gt;It has situations that pretty much every one of us can relate to as students and also as human beings.&lt;br /&gt;It's basically about this guy named Onizuka,an ex-gang leader who after witnessing a school girl ditching him for her current "boyfriend",a balding,old man which is her teacher,decides to become a teacher himself.&lt;br /&gt;He does things in an unorthodox manner,not like how teachers do it normally.Using violence to correct his students,not playing by the rules,etc..and not mention,he has an IQ of 50.The manga is about his unique experiences with the students and teachers of the academy he is teaching at on his quest to become the greatest teacher in Japan,lawl.It's definitely a must-read.Warning though...it has quite an amount of mature content.Nothing to be worried about though...pretty sure anyone can handle it.Unless you're some naive,innocent child.(No offense intended)&lt;br /&gt;This manga also teaches a lot about living your life.&lt;br /&gt;Taught me that I should always solve my own problems and not blame it on the nearest person i can grab onto.To take responsibility for everything and not chicken your ass out of it.&lt;br /&gt;It touches on a lot of aspects of life that most of us probably take for granted.Definite must read for character building LOL.Oh and also..it's realllly hilarious,you won't be able to stop laughing.Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the manga,it made me think a lot...think about the things in life that I took for granted.&lt;br /&gt;It made me question the so-called "education system" we have today.One of the quote from the manga,&lt;br /&gt;"All teachers do are stuff us with rubbish from the textbook,".Or something along that line,too lazy to look for it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..it's kinda true..most teachers nowadays,they just feed us with whatever they can find in the textbook or workbook or whatever.What's the point of that?Any two-bit moron can read from the book and comprehend if they wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;Why bother teaching us things we can learn ourselves?Take history for example...most teachers just rant on about things you can read yourself from the book.Dude..why bother then?Then again..this is my opinion,and i'm probably wrong somewhere,but i'm too much of an ass to bother checking.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers shouldn't just feed us with information on how to score on tests,expecting us to succeed like that.They gotta teach students life lessons that they'll be able to use in this ever cruel world.It's getting harder and harder to survive these days..what with all the corruption,power hunger,lies,assholes...grumble grumble.Anyway,that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This manga actually gave me the inspiration to become a teacher one day...probably sounds foolish huh?Hahaha.....Me?A teacher?...Hahaha,that's funny.Maybe when the moon comes crashing down onto the earth and Mars rams into Pluto.Then again..that could happen one day..ahahaha.Though..if I ever become a teacher..i'll be giving lessons on life and trying to help them(the students)...and not just stuff them with shit they can learn themselves.Dunno if i'll be cut out for it though.Seeing the amount of troubled kids today....I can't imagine what's gonna happen in 10 years.Just another foolish dream..but hey,it's a dream nonetheless.Better than having none.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about being a teacher once..though I was afraid.I was afraid that I might lose my passion to teach as years go by...Maybe like..after 10 years,i'll give up on my students,and not care about them anymore.Sigh..but,nothing ventured,nothing gained.Guess I gotta take a risk once in a while.Been playing it safe all this while..getting bored of it.Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;Being teacher does have its perks. Like having long ass holidays,and having fun with the students.How many jobs are there where you can actually have fun?It's all about the fun in life baby.Oh..and also..you get to stare at all the hot chicks in the school all you want,damnn,whatta deal. ..What?Why are you staring at me like that?I am still a guy no?I still have a right to stare at hot high school chicks even at the age of 30! (though i'll seem like a paedophile,but who cares?&gt;_&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;AHEM...ANYWAYS,&lt;br /&gt;teaching looks like a really fun and worthwhile profession..though I might be wrong.Probably not all that I expect and not as great as I thought it would be,but still...worth a shot...heh.Nothing beats seeing the youth and reminscing about your school days at the age of 50 while sipping tea and watching the skirts...err clouds that pass by. ...Man,I sound like an old man already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh,well look out,you might be looking at the next teacher at a highly respectable school raking in the dough being flanked by cute high schoolers. ...What?Can't a guy fantasize once in a while?And make sure you guys send your children to me...i'll make sure to take "good" care of them,hee hee.No,i'm not a damn paedophile..at least I don't think I am.Damn,I need to visit a kindergarten to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,that's about it for now......too lazy to think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baibai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When life gives you lemon,you make lemon juice.When life gives you shit.....you flush it down the damned toilet,you sicko,what else?" - Another lame quote by yours truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-1498728356305203459?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/1498728356305203459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=1498728356305203459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/1498728356305203459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/1498728356305203459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2007/11/hmmwhat-helli-dont-knowinsert-your-own.html' title='Hmm....what the hell,I don&apos;t know...insert your own title here.'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-2107779424040022313</id><published>2007-09-29T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:44:54.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.................What?</title><content type='html'>Bleh,guess i'm resorting to this to temporarily take my boredom away.I'm soooooooooooo boreeeed.Like srsly....if i don't find something to occupy my time by the time the exams are over,i'm probably gonna climb up KLCC and jump down or something. ...Hmm,that's not a bad idea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Anyway,I can't seem to study this year...well not like I could every other year,but....it's different this time...dunno how,it just is.It's like....I don't feel there's no purpose in taking these exams....even if I get 100 for everything...it just seems so pointless,sigh...&lt;br /&gt;I guess it'll help in getting scholarships and what not,but still...i dunno...don't know how to describe it,lawl.Anyone feel the same as I do? I hope i'm not the only one.... &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because...I don't have a goal of any sort in life...so like,even if I got a scholarship to Harvard,it would be pointless I guess.Haaaaah,why's it so hard being a teenager.I miss my kindergarten days where all we had to worry about was who to annoy and bother the hell out of.Man,those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well....this is the reality that I have to face,sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well...I guess i'm gonna go "try" to study physics&lt;br /&gt;Try as in...falling asleep or getting distracted by somethinge else,lawl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably not gonna do as well as I did in my mid-year exams...not that I did any good back then either LOL.Ahhhh,I need to get serious next year.&lt;br /&gt;+Tries to imagine me being serious+&lt;br /&gt;.......Not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;Although,when I get serious...it's pretty scary...I think,I dunno.Can't remember the last time I was serious about something.Laid-back or lazy..you make the choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,that's about it I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja matta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your indecisive lazy giant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-2107779424040022313?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/2107779424040022313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=2107779424040022313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/2107779424040022313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/2107779424040022313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2007/09/what.html' title='.................What?'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-4646692103565902216</id><published>2007-09-16T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:50:30.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world before you.</title><content type='html'>Hey there,sorry I haven't posted in such a long time.Just didn't have the inspiration lately.Heh.But today,it just came to me like that.It's kinda funny,really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I don't really know how it happened,but I got hooked onto reading mangas online and watching anime too,lol &gt;_&gt;.I'm such a nerd,ne ka?But I dunno,these kind of things attract me.How these mangakas can portray the innocence and beauty of life like that.It's just...well,I dunno,it's indescribable with words.If only I could turn my feelings into a concrete form.It just touches a special spot in me ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me emo or a nerd,doesn't really matter.Hell,i'm actually proud to be a nerd sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to be ashamed of.You are who you are.Nothing's gonna change that,that's what I've realized these past two days.I don't really know why,but these past two days,I've come to realize a lot of things.I've learned to not take granted anything in life anymore,and every second of our life is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past,everytime I do something wrong,I used to hate myself for being so useless and clumsy.I always hated myself for being so weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now...I'm determined to try a new outlook on this.Instead of sulking about how weak I am.....I'm gonna just be determined to get even stronger and better,so I'll never have to regret doing the same mistake ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda funny what you can learn from the simplest of things.It's just so.....amazing.Life is just so......&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that happen in the manga.New relationships are formed,they cry together,they laugh together.....the things they do.They are only highschool kids,like me,but I envy them.Their lives are soooooooo(xinfinity) much more livelier than mine.Although it's just a manga,I just wish that it would happen to me...even once is enough.The miracles that happen to them,it just makes you wish you were inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh,miracles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never faced any major problems in life before,and it pisses me off sometimes.I don't really know why.I should be happy that I don't have to experience any grief or sorrow but I won't get to experience happiness either.Meh,still,I'm pissed.I'm just greedy like that I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna quote something from the manga I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The relationships you build in high school will be the relationships you carry with you for the rest of your lives,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh,I don't think I can ever forget all the relationships I've had in my crazy school...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man,here I am,reminiscing already.I still have a year left in high school,so I'm gonna make it the freaking best year ever,somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's just sad knowing that...someday,I'll have to say goodbye to these people.The people that have made me who I am today.I know,we'll meet new people as we go on...but still...&lt;br /&gt;For that moment...that moment in time.Where we have to say goodbye to move on with our life,whether it's college or form 6,I just can't imagine myself doing it.I might even cry on that day...sigh.Do you guys believe in goodbyes?I don't want to though.I just wish everything was eternal sometimes.But..this is how god has made it,and he's cool that way!&lt;br /&gt;I won't say goodbye on that day,I'll just say...see ya!&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,everyone.All those of you......that made my life whole.Without you all,I don't really know where I would be right now,heh.Every last one of you......thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry if I got you all emotional too,I didn't mean to.I just wanted to express myself.I felt like I was going to explode with these feelings if I didn't write them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,I think that's about it for now.......the emotional moment.Or whatever you call it,lawl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try my best....to cherish what I have had,what I have,and what I will have. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,on a less-emotional-note,after the exams,I'm probably gonna start a huge novel I've been planning for a while now.Assuming I stop being lazy of course.(yeah,right)&lt;br /&gt;And i've always wanted to...well,add characters in my stories that resemble people I know of in real life.I think of it as a way to express my gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,if anyone of you wants in,just tell me,kay?I'll try my best to make you look pretty and cool!&lt;br /&gt;(Even though,i'm not any of those ;_; )Hope you guys like what I have planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,I better end it here.I have to go to bed,sigh.&lt;br /&gt;There's only a few days left before the final exams,and I'm not even close to ready yet. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted the past two days doing nothing,sigh.I need to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then,it's on.I'm throwing down the gauntlet.Let's do thissssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You'll probably think i'm cheesy and lame after reading this,but that's just the way I am,I guess.Heh.Sorry,i'm just not cool material.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!And I wish all of you the best too,wishing you all will have a great life,meet great people and most importantly............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Great memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja mata ne,&lt;br /&gt;Zu Wen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're not here to die,we're here to make memories.Memories that we will never regret having,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how happy or sad they are,"&lt;br /&gt;- Me(unless someone already made up a quote like that,then..sorry D: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-4646692103565902216?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/4646692103565902216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=4646692103565902216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/4646692103565902216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/4646692103565902216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2007/09/world-before-you.html' title='The world before you.'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-7164391342300111770</id><published>2007-08-31T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:05:52.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tribute</title><content type='html'>Independence....&lt;br/&gt;Being free....&lt;br/&gt;The spirit of Merdeka...&lt;br/&gt;This is my tribute.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's that day of the year again.The day of freedom.No,I'm not a serial killer confined in a &lt;br/&gt;prison in the middle of nowhere.It's my country's independence day,and i'm returning home to &lt;br/&gt;the place I always have and will love.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hate the journey home.It's so long and arduous what with babies crying everywhere and weird &lt;br/&gt;strangers sitting next to you.Sigh,well,no pain no gain.&lt;br/&gt;I looked out the window of the plane just to pass some time.&lt;br/&gt;It was a lovely day,with our friend Cerulean painting the skies wonderfully and the clouds &lt;br/&gt;dancing around.I looked down and saw the usual sight;Houses the size of an ant...majestic &lt;br/&gt;buildings that don't look so majestic from here.Ah yes,what a perfect day.Nothing could go &lt;br/&gt;wro-&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"AHHHH!!"&lt;br/&gt;What the heck was that?!&lt;br/&gt;Like everyone else on the plane,I turned my head to see a pregnant woman screaming in &lt;br/&gt;agonizing pain.Yep,you guessed it,she's going to give birth.Stewards and stewardesses rushed &lt;br/&gt;to aid her.But this was beyond their capabilities.They weren't Superman.Hell,I don't think &lt;br/&gt;even Superman could handle this.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Is there a doctor on the plane?!?!,"one of the stewardess shouted,and she's kinda cute.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;.....&lt;br/&gt;What the hell am I thinking at a time like this?&lt;br/&gt;With lightning quick reflexes,I unbuckled my seat belt and rushed to that area.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Don't worry.I'm a professional,certified obstetrician.I want you all to stay clear of this &lt;br/&gt;area.I need 2 assistants,"I said.God,I hate speaking all professional and stuff..it's so &lt;br/&gt;hard.And why was this woman let on the plane in the first place?Damned people not doing their &lt;br/&gt;jobs.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"I'll help,"shouted one of them.&lt;br/&gt;"Me too,"said another.&lt;br/&gt;"Okay,it's settled then.Let's get it started,"I bellowed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Some time later...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"It's almost out ma'am,just a little bit more.Keep pushing!!Do it for the baby!!You can do &lt;br/&gt;this!"I said,encouraging her.&lt;br/&gt;"Push!!Push!!Push!!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And then it happened.The plane rocked back and forth.&lt;br/&gt;The head went back in.&lt;br/&gt;"No!!!No,no,no,no,no!!"I screamed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"I'm sorry about that ladies and gentlemen,there was a slight air turbulence.The flight will &lt;br/&gt;resume as normal,"a voice from the intercom said.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Gah,i'm sorry ma'am,you'll have to try again.You must do it.I'm really sorry,"I apologised.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The soon-to-be(or will she?) mother never gave up hope.She kept on pushing and pushing and &lt;br/&gt;finally....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cries of a baby could be heard.And not just any baby.The soft and innocent cries of an obviously strong,promising newborn &lt;br/&gt;baby being born into this beautiful world and as far as I know,this country.(as the plane has &lt;br/&gt;just crossed into the country.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;About 30 minutes pass by....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The mother is peacefully milking her baby by the airplane window,giving the baby a chance to &lt;br/&gt;observe the beauty of what we call life(who knows what the baby calls it)below.It was a beautiful sight,a miracle you could &lt;br/&gt;say.All this while,I have forgotten what it was like to help an infant into this world.&lt;br/&gt;I  have just been doing it because it was my job,not because of passion.But now I know better,the &lt;br/&gt;birth of a newborn baby is something that I will never take for granted anymore.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I asked the husband of the woman(that's sitting next to her)something.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Sir,why did you let your wife on the plane?You know she was going to give birth any&lt;br/&gt;time soon.You could've killed your son,you know that?"I said,still in a calm tone,although &lt;br/&gt;I'm furious inside.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"I'm sorry doctor...but I tried to stop her.I really did.But she kept insisting we went back &lt;br/&gt;home.I had to pay so much money to get them to let my wife into the plane.I'm really &lt;br/&gt;ashamed....but what could I do?My wife's a real hardheaded person,but that's what I love &lt;br/&gt;about her,"the husband said.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Why did she want to return here so badly?"I asked,though I can already guess the answer.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"She said it was because she wanted her baby to be born in the country she was born in.The &lt;br/&gt;country she grew up in...the country she loves.She wanted her baby to smell the air and be &lt;br/&gt;one with the nation,"he replied.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"...I see,"I said tersely.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was just as I thought.This woman was really strong.I admire her.I wish I could be as &lt;br/&gt;strong as her.Oh well....you can't have everything.I'm just glad to have helped her bring her &lt;br/&gt;baby into this world.I have a feeling that little tyke will bring this country to greater &lt;br/&gt;heights than ever before.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;End-&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well that's it.Sorry if it sucked..and i'm pretty sure it does.&lt;br/&gt;I rushed writing the story as it was already around 11 p.m. when I started.That only gave me an hour to finish this &gt;_&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I wanted to write something else,and it was going to be really long,but as you all know,I'm a friggin' procrastinator.&lt;br/&gt;I hate myself...again.&lt;br/&gt;Anyways,you may be asking...what does this story have to do with merdeka?&lt;br/&gt;Well...I guess nothing...I'm just trying to convey the message that I'm proud to be a Malaysian and always will be.And how beautiful life is.I'll write better on my next project...if I ever start. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well,goodbye and Happy Merdeka!!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Zu Wen&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Birth is an experience that demonstrates that life is not merely function and utility, but &lt;br/&gt;form and beauty. - Christopher Largen&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-7164391342300111770?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/7164391342300111770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=7164391342300111770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/7164391342300111770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/7164391342300111770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-tribute.html' title='My Tribute'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-5957251433362487542</id><published>2007-08-18T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:42:14.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All over again.</title><content type='html'>It's that time again,school holidays,woo-hoo.Then again,I have mixed feelings about it.It's not that I don't welcome school holidays,it's just that...it gets so boring and lonely sometimes.&lt;br/&gt;I'm probably gonna wish I was in school by Monday.Call me a nerd or whatever,I don't care.&lt;br/&gt; *Sigh* Not much to do during the holidays,probably just gonna laze around doing nothing of significance. I should probably do something productive like study for the finals,but being the lousy procrastinator I am,blegh,I'm probably gonna put it off.I hate myself sometimes...well,most of the time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyways,I'm gonna talk about my random thought of the day!!! (God,I'm lame)&lt;br/&gt;I was just thinking....isn't it funny how one decision,no matter how minuscule it is,will change your life forever? For example,a mother has two schools(let's just name them school A and school B)to decide from on where to send her son to study.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If the mother sent him to school A,he went on to becoming successful and earning millions of dollars.&lt;br/&gt;However,if the mother sent him to school B,he ended up being a failure,drug addict,etc.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;See what I mean?Well sure,it wasn't really a small decision,but you get what I mean.&lt;br/&gt;Life has a funny way of toying with our lives.Sometimes I wish I could turn back time to see what would happen if I chose something else instead.But what's done is done.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now don't get me wrong.I'm not one to particularly believe in fate,and I believe everything that happens after you made  that decision is still up to you.Maybe our lives  have been determined,maybe not.We may be tied together by invisible strings that can only be seen by fate,and "it" is pulling the strings,bringing people together and moving us forward.Haven't you ever felt like you were meant to meet with  this person that's standing right in front of you?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well,no matter how much I talk about it,we'll never know.I'm still gonna work hard to achieve what I want,just to be on the safe side. (HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHALOLOLOLOLOLOLMAOLMAO)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yeah,right.I'm probably the most laziest person you've ever and ever will see.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And oh yeah,I had a sudden urge to write something the other day,and I came up with something.It's only the intro though.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; "She leaned over the railing.It felt warm under the bright glow of the evening sun,unlike her cold and desolate heart.For the first time in her life,she felt so useless,so violated,so....dumb.The look in her eyes showed one of sadness with a tint of anger.She stared into the abyss of life below,oblivious to her surroundings.She could end this once and for all.The first tear of the day appeared  from her crestfallen eyes.She knew more was to come.As she started blankly below,the sky above her started to fold its curtain of clouds,bringing in its next performance."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What do you think?I don't know if I should continue or to just leave it at that,hrmm.....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That's it,see ya in my next post.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Zu Wen&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-5957251433362487542?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5957251433362487542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=5957251433362487542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/5957251433362487542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/5957251433362487542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-over-again.html' title='All over again.'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351292678369186509.post-1583534998369832888</id><published>2007-08-14T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:34:33.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liek omgwtfbbq,IM BLOGGING?!?!</title><content type='html'>Yeah,that's right.No,you're not hallucinating from drinking alcohol or anything.I'm finally blogging.I used to hate blogs.I guess it was because everyone was doing it and I dunno,just thought it was a waste of time.But I realized,it's actually good to express yourself and show the world just who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm,what do you think of the pic for my blog title?I found that picture while browsing the net.It's sooo cool.It's called midnight sun.It was taken by some guy named Josef Stuefer I think.It's a phenomenon that happens in the north if I'm not wrong.The sun remains visible even at midnight.Romantic eh?....That's what a normal person would say,but I don't believe in romance,blegh. Idk,I may just be bitter,who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,that's all for now,till the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friendly neighbourhood giant (LOL),&lt;br /&gt;Zu Wen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351292678369186509-1583534998369832888?l=twistedhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/1583534998369832888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351292678369186509&amp;postID=1583534998369832888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/1583534998369832888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351292678369186509/posts/default/1583534998369832888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedhopes.blogspot.com/2007/08/liek-omgwtfbbqim-blogging.html' title='Liek omgwtfbbq,IM BLOGGING?!?!'/><author><name>Zu Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516678358569215959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
