<?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-4457194363704867176</id><updated>2011-10-05T04:06:55.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MrLife</title><subtitle type='html'>The Leveling Noob.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4457194363704867176.post-2306598142325307882</id><published>2011-01-06T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:02:52.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>85kg +.+</title><content type='html'>Gained 4kg as a overall for this month and last month, even though I'm working hard in the gym, it isn't quite enough, the food matters too. Gotta work harder and eat lesser. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't lose to myself. I gotta win this epic battle. FIGHT MAN FIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-2306598142325307882?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/2306598142325307882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=2306598142325307882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/2306598142325307882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/2306598142325307882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2011/01/85kg.html' title='85kg +.+'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-3037060074221351735</id><published>2011-01-02T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:47:45.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Me~</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the songs I listen to, if I like these songs, does it mean the girl that loves me will like them too? :|&lt;br /&gt;If yes how many of them, will she like? If no, how many as well? Haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is someone who is willing to know me truly... And like me for the person I am. Even if it means that I'm a girly boy. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;Plus if I like her back.(This is the hard part lulz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my anger, why is it so easily stirred up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my thoughts, why do I want to write them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my looks, is it really that common? or bad, haha :) I do like looking at the mirror sometimes, and sometimes I hate the fats inside hahaha, but i loved the food that caused it, so its a punishment huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my wants, is it childish, unrealistic, or are they GREATER THAN NORMAL PEOPLE COULD ACHIEVE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my wish, is it too much? Is it not attainable or acceptable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my personality, why is it never the right one. When can I be the RIGHT PERSON. HAH, if there was such a thing to begin with, that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm striving, at least I know I'm doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz :)&lt;br /&gt;Dschng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-3037060074221351735?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/3037060074221351735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=3037060074221351735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/3037060074221351735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/3037060074221351735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2011/01/addicted-to-me.html' title='Addicted to Me~'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-1985448580301080231</id><published>2010-12-29T11:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T11:56:29.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MrLife Level 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fishing Level 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web Designing Level 0(in progress of leveling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Level 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping level 12(Dropped from 13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping Level 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking Level 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling Level 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym Level 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Level 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing Level 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac Level 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving Level 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-1985448580301080231?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/1985448580301080231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=1985448580301080231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/1985448580301080231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/1985448580301080231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2010/12/mrlife-level-20.html' title='MrLife Level 20'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-1964030024474704734</id><published>2010-12-29T11:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T11:53:31.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MrLife Level 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing Level 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web Designing Level 0(in progress of leveling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Level 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping level 12(Dropped from 13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping Level 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking Level 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling Level 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym Level 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Level 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing Level 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac Level 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving Level 4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-1964030024474704734?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/1964030024474704734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=1964030024474704734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/1964030024474704734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/1964030024474704734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2010/12/mrlife-level-20-fishing-level-1-web.html' title=''/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-2211845727539013599</id><published>2010-03-01T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:59:04.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 790</title><content type='html'>Hello world,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some updates, been working at my dad's office. Quite easy. Finished my A levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm planning to do some traveling soon, My A level results are being released this Friday. Am I nervous? Nah, not really, my weekly nightmares have "trained" me to be prepared for the worst case scenario. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll like to start a volunteering job soon, maybe I'll head back to Singapore. Now I'm in Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I can meet up with my Great friend tomorrow. If time allows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing of,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MrLife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-2211845727539013599?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/2211845727539013599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=2211845727539013599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/2211845727539013599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/2211845727539013599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-790.html' title='Day 790'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-5482665040537168606</id><published>2008-11-22T11:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:37:44.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 318</title><content type='html'>Days before I go home. A place that I long for? Well not that much actually. I'm going to get my car license done this time, I swear if I can't get through, I'll just bribe through, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must learn how to blog with video and photo's and background music, if not it's really dry... Sometimes I really wonder how come I have so many friends but I can be so lonely sometimes. Haha irony isn't it? Should I be contented, well not really, I love to see new people from time to time. As it's fun to get to know new people, but it doesn't mean i don't remember those who are already known, it's just a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of a quote I got from a book "1000 reasons why you're my friend". It's a lovely little book that I bought for myself. I wanted to give it away as a gift originally but, i ended up reading every single quote of it. The quote is "You can know how wonderful a person is by counting the friends who like/will do anything for him/her." I don't remember quite clearly but the meaning is around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, it's a Saturday afternoon, shouldn't I be training or outing, and here I am in front of my macbook. Typing down some of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a boy who is going out soon, he hope,&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-5482665040537168606?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/5482665040537168606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=5482665040537168606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/5482665040537168606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/5482665040537168606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Day 318'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-2450856288220967084</id><published>2008-11-17T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:26:23.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 313</title><content type='html'>Well, I've decided to stop whining about how lonely I am. I'm giving up. LOL?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"RE-wind"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I've decided to stop whining about how lonely I am. I gave some thoughts about it, instead of being lonely why not find a job? Oh yeah, I only got 9 days left around Singapore and I'm going home to Malaysia. Well, it's gonna be like this for a while, when I'm here I miss Malaysia, when I'm there I'd miss here. I guess that's me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I feel a deep sorrow inside me, screaming for revenge upon my lost in a game. Hahaha! Well, it's really a lot of effort that I put in, when I was competing with my friends to be the best in the game. Oh ya, it's Travian, a lousy looking browser game that really can squeeze some brain juice out of ya. I was very addicted to it, until I said enough is enough. I had quarrels and fights with my friends over this game(wow, that's unlikely of me). But I did it for the sake of fun of it. HAHAHA! Back to the sad part, I was really like a slave for the game, to keep building, I've begun to become stronger in the game, the more cities you have, the higher the risk of being attacked, so I've paid hell lot of attention to it. Till today when I look back to the effort I can put into the game, I'm not surprised. Just now when I typed in s in the browser, I started to see the full website s7.travian.com . My heart beat rose, believe it or not. Haha, I really wanted to restrain myself from looking how my account had been after I abandon it. It's really painful that from a stronghold of 6 cities, I've become a very low populated 781. I was ranked top 1900 in the server, till today... I started of 6 months later than others, so it's really a hard time being bullied till I can fend of for myself. Seeing a game that nearly cost me my friendship. Ahhhh... why am I whining? Zzzzzz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sad gamer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MrLife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-2450856288220967084?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/2450856288220967084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=2450856288220967084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/2450856288220967084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/2450856288220967084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-313.html' title='Day 313'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-8531121046532074364</id><published>2008-11-13T13:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:16:56.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 309</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm too tired to continue anything I'm just gonna wrap up my draft earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Having a meeting right now, seeing how's prom going along. I'm quite satisfied with the progress despite the bad comments that I've been hearing. Really glad to see the effort that our council have put in, especially the ones in charge.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was a rainy night, I was going to Down Town East with my umbrella, and then I saw this lady with a teenage daughter and young son waiting at the extension area where drops of rain are drizzling in. Without thinking much I offered my umbrella to them although they already have one. The aunty wanted it but she was worried for me, and I assured them that I can hang out at Ehub. So she took it and she said she'll return it to me at the guard house, but later on I don't see my umbrella there. But I'm ok with it since I never really expect it to be returned in the first place. The feel good factor was more than enough for me to be satisfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, I was waiting for the rain to stop. I was walking around the Ehub, a boring amount of people. I was hoping that I can meet someone I know at the coffee bean, but no luck. So it was just me walking around, then I started walking around Fair Price, I was really considering to buy some raw food to start cooking, I used to want to know how to cook. But then I just gave up. While I'm choosing the material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tired dude,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dickson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-8531121046532074364?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/8531121046532074364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=8531121046532074364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/8531121046532074364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/8531121046532074364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-309.html' title='Day 309'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-290400994844015676</id><published>2008-11-12T09:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:46:13.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 308</title><content type='html'>Not really feeling very proud of myself right now. I've drop-ed my H2 Chem and I'm not going to my tutorial lesson today for some really lousy reasons. HAH! I should be ashamed of myself being the President of the Student Council. I would probably do something to make up to it(maybe almost reaching it).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly there's an urge to call up my friends and go LAN again. Well that's something I really need to wipe out of my life. I really love to have a great time playing DOTA but sometimes it's just play until you get nothing out of it. Simply put it, play for nothing and still paying money for the sake of the nothing-to-do type of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Setting goals are important, it's part of achieving them. I've a council to bring out and live up to. I really hope that the council can be working out with the plans, we have set out. So we do have a few missing members already. But still it's no time to wine, but it's time to pick ourselves up and build up a new spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been to the Tjc student leadership congres, which I &amp;amp; my fellow councillors find it fun but not exactly what we had in mind. It's not welcoming type whereby the organising group have really give up some incidents where we felt like totally left out. Maybe it's due to the wet weather plan where we had the activities run-ed in the school compound. Where clues is impossible to guess if you're not from Tjc. And some activities like workshops where Tjcians are really too much and we wouldn't have the mean or chance to participate. It's just a strange feeling for us to join in. If you're a Tjc councillor and you're reading this, I could suggest a few things to change if you don't mind. The number of participants from Tjc should not be too much or just the same as the ones invited. And if the camp and congress are related do mixed up the activities for the student leader who come by and felt strange because what they've learned has nothing to use on, it's just learning then they'll leave. And speaking of gratitudes, shouldn't colleges invite the participated school's members out and recieve some token of appreciation. Something different fromt the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from that, they really do have a lot of good points where the councillors are caring and really disciplined. They have good planning and well-bonded team spirit. A job well done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have a great time at Tjc, well i bet the group that had the same thing in mind, I hope, haha. Well different jc students really have different styles of mindset. It's not just the level of participation, the confidences level is really something that I'm quite amazed at. Maybe that's the difference between a Top 5 junior college from Mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm kinda hungry and pretty much awaked now, I'll go grab something to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dickson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-290400994844015676?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/290400994844015676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=290400994844015676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/290400994844015676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/290400994844015676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-308.html' title='Day 308'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-1180516410531363142</id><published>2008-11-11T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:23:51.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 307</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been busy lately as always, isn't it? Somehow I went to someone's blog and started to got inspired to be slightly more consistent updating my blog. I guess? Who knows, once a week maybe that should be good(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now too tired to type. I'll try again tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4457194363704867176-1180516410531363142?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/1180516410531363142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=1180516410531363142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/1180516410531363142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/1180516410531363142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-307.html' title='Day 307'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-5319186149824610055</id><published>2008-10-12T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:16:56.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 265</title><content type='html'>Yallow&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh, Smiled I did when I see that the gap between my last post and this one is 203 days apart. Well my class blog is very much filled up and I must say. The guys who set it up had done a very great job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly I have so much to say, maybe it's because lately. There's been so much changes I need to do that I somehow is undergoing a form of reformation. Well it's sounds dumb and stupid but still. I'll be sur that some of you understand what I try to tell. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's a never ending marathon(quoted from somewhere...), and because of that I love to run. Not at top speed(maybe because I can't ) but I love keeping a steady pace and run throughout my life. It's a long journey, I may not be the fastest, but I know I'll get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as a reflection I should talk less and reflect more. Actions speaks louder than words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tired loner,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dickson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-5319186149824610055?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/5319186149824610055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=5319186149824610055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/5319186149824610055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/5319186149824610055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-265.html' title='Day 265'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-6021829969492382292</id><published>2008-03-02T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:46:37.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 62</title><content type='html'>Yallow&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much to blog... So so little time. SO sorry I haven't reach a state where I can put in more effort to blog down as much as I want. Sincerely I'm sorry to those who really followed my Days here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for that, Oh Kay... So far, I had tried to ask my class out for a small class outing and since it's not well planned and sort of late and rushy... It ended up with outing canceled...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been to the Gavel introduction day, it was nothing like our first day... Not so many potential J1's( sorry...). Plus, I'm tipping on whether to stay or not to stay... What are the odds? Choir, which I attended their first day...It was quite a warm welcome! With 0 experience of choir, they welcomed me to the Base section family. I manage to pick up 2 songs within an hour, COOL huh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha... Well, I'm not really in to a CCa which you only get to hang out most of your time with guys which usually sing Base. I was hoping something like getting to know more gals... Aww man! But turn out it's really fun to sing along with the group, and 3 of my class(including me) are in choir... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gasping....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suffering tiredness and stomach ache I continue this blog with a drowsy mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday on my way home on the Mrt North east line. This time I'm not alone on Saturdays, Livert was there with me, chatting about how to earn with some good idea's. Sadly we haven't come up with any... Haha like real... But then I realize a stick i was holding was attracting attention of a child no bigger than 2 years old. His eyes were all on the fingers of my "hand stick" there were 3 kinds paper, scissors stone. Mine was a scissors sign which can also stand for number 2 and V for victory. With his small goggly eyes all shining at the hand stick and keep on looking at me. I know someone who love it as much as him deserve it as much as I do. When I offer it to the young boy, his parents rejected the gift as it's impolite, but I insisted to give it to him. To my amazement , his little pair of hand accepted the gift with both hands when he never got a chance to learn manners yet. And his eyes were staring into mine as if he was asking :" really? Are you giving your treasure to me?". Then I nodded. He gave me a gift of no money can buy, a smile with eye's looking at me. All the feeling going through mind was all gone for the second. Then after the stun, I realize and asked for permission to take 2 photo's of him and the stick, they gladly let me took the photo. And after the photo they were very pleased and wanted to return me the stick. I told them to keep it as a token of gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I went out with a special person. We had a great time shopping and had dinner together over at some Italian Japanese restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dickson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-6021829969492382292?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/6021829969492382292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=6021829969492382292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/6021829969492382292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/6021829969492382292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-62.html' title='Day 62'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-6592720029685942006</id><published>2008-02-27T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:27:16.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 58</title><content type='html'>Yallow&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... well... well... As usual school again, classes are getting the momentum to get going, my studies are pretty much still lagging behind. I'm trying my best to work on that. Hmm, with mommy gone back home, I'm back to house chores agencies. Today we had our SPE which is just intro and some talking and taking down our height and weight. What gave me a real shock was the improvement of my weight! From a 75 to 79 KILO'S that's like 4 kilo of hard work out gone , MAN?!!? When did I put on so much weight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, not going for canoeing/Gym/swimming really does help... What to do? Eat less and Eat slow, back to phase 1. Aiming for building up iron body is really hard when you do nothing to begin with... Exams coming, Jc life... What's to expect? I should have known. Now, the real deal comes, which CCA? No canoe for sure, I loved it and really respect and thank them for giving me such a great experience joining them. (If you think you're up to it, join and have a fun time of your life! I'm not so lucky to be barred(advised) by my dad not to join.) Then... what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe for the time being... Hey I got selected to join CHOIR...LALALA LAAAAA, hahaha I didn't know I was blessed with such a vocal which I can sing in choir. During my first audition, it was quite an experience, the J2(whose name i think is Shu) who tested me was kinda pretty, just kinda, OKAY? Then she asked me to sing along with some key's at the same tone, but I just stood there as if I don't know anything. Then she quickly demonstrated, to my amazement, her voice was 10 times better than her looks ( which was quite pretty). Her voice was AMAZINGLY beautiful. I got stunned and choked hahaha. I couldn't really sing all out. I was kinda worried at first but then again I was not intending to join at the first place anyway. So what the heck. But after orientation night they informed me through SMS that I passed through 1st audition and asked me to go for a second one which was conducted by the instructor. It was nothing, really compared to my first time, it's a one way ticket in. Before I have my second audition I was watching them practice, it was great! This is a first time which I really wanted to sing along. Now a problem is here with me, with Gavel(a public speaking cca, quite relax) and Council in my mind... I really couldn't take up choir... Sigh. Anyone out there with any idea's please feel free to drop me a comment. But I doubt I'll get any, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My class is 08s21! Cool Class with Cool people, everyone looks smart talks smart and acts smart (no maybe that's just me). Our class is pretty much filled with students with PAE before so it's quite entu... I'm planning on a run for class Chairman(which also makes me a student council), a lots of doubt because of my classmates are pretty much as good for the position. Maybe Independent runner(for council) will be better for me. Then I'll have to give out speech to the whole school and try to impress them to vote for me. :) That's gonna be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G Nite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-6592720029685942006?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/6592720029685942006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=6592720029685942006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/6592720029685942006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/6592720029685942006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-58.html' title='Day 58'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-7532988017070566218</id><published>2008-02-25T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:14:29.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 56</title><content type='html'>Yallow&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoho... First day of JAE... A bunch of new faces in school, once a place dominated by friends and acquaintances. Now totally strangers for me, I could not really find someone to sit with... What a new day experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today there's a whole lot of lectures for many subjects. Due to my great interest for Geography, once again I went again for a introductory lecture for Geography which I had already listened before. But I left right after Physical geo talk is over, I don't really like human geo that much heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, but this is really the beginning of a momentum to study. The environment really does help, there's a lot of difference between talking in the cafe and people discussing about studies in the library. Peer pressure is really getting in... What to do? Work Hard Work Smart! That's how! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now still with CCA (co-curricular activity) on my mind... Council? Choir? GAVEL? I like all three but I can't do all three... I'll try to solve this tomorrow, let's see will my classmates vote me for class rep or I'll just have to run for council myself. Couldn't wait to find out what's next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dickson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-7532988017070566218?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/7532988017070566218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=7532988017070566218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/7532988017070566218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/7532988017070566218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-56.html' title='Day 56'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-6363937370450145365</id><published>2008-02-24T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T12:12:51.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 55</title><content type='html'>Yallow&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again I'm back here blogging. A few days ago was my PAE orientation and my parents flew here to pay me a visit/business trip at the same time. I'm so glad they came, I'm not really that homesick anymore just that I'm glad they're here to talk with me instead of using the plain old Skype/handphone. They wanted me to go home this March holiday but surprisingly I don't feel like going home anytime round. But if I miss this holiday it'll be another 3 months. But what the heck? I just came back 3 weeks ago during CNY. During that trip I got to take pictures with many relatives. It's just that time then I realise everyone is growing up/old. An uncle of mine who always love cycling around found out that his legs are weakening down and couldn't pay any of his friends a visit during the festive CNY. He's the one who took care of me during my young age while my parents aren't free. I love him just like family even though we're not blood line related. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got back to Malaysia during the trip I found out a sad truth, I'm pretty glad I made a step into Singapore's education, many of my friends who aren't in National Service are still dreaming their precious life away. If I didn't come over I might as well be one of them. Lucky me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About orientation... It's a heck loads of fun. When I got there on day one I kinda knew I wouldn't have my name on the list. Due to some arrangements errors... When I told the organising councilors another Malaysian scholar (Asean), James. He told me that just go into a group with less people but i chose a group with more pretty gals... But it turn out that 5 sec look wasn't really accurate I ended up with a group with weak players and emo's(which I totally don't get their personalities, I guess?). My OGL's are twins Rita and Sheena, both of them look 99% alike so... I had a lots of problem cooperating with who is who... And the funny part was 10 out of 10 times i get the wrong person out of a probability of 50/50. Walao... But out of my OG4 members we still have some great team players. They played hard and tough even we're short by 4 players at many games we manage to tie down and eventually won many mini games! They're just super! And I'm happy to have them as my teammates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there was a mistake I did during the first day that i had to suffer for all three days. I didn't manage the people who volenter for orientation night performance well. We drag and wasted a lot of time just planning the whole thing. And as time passed all of the people get bored and wanted to back out. Sadly they did. I was very depressed not knowing how to make a come back after such a incident. I couldn't laugh/ smile well for those who talked with me. But it turn out just swell, thanks to my best buddy Livert. He saved the show with a few guys in our O Family, they performed the Boulevard of Broken Dream by Greenday. Wooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-6363937370450145365?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/6363937370450145365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=6363937370450145365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/6363937370450145365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/6363937370450145365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-55.html' title='Day 55'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-8279231467500334210</id><published>2008-02-13T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:38:04.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 45</title><content type='html'>Yallow&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today is my 45th day in Singapore. Well, studies are getting stable, everyone are studying almost everyday. Today is valentine eve, I'm very sure roses are at killing high price right now. But since I'm still single, I need not to worry ? I just don't know why I can't find the right one yet... Taste and preference? HaH! Who am I to say that? But seriously I can't take any serious relationship in Jc Life, I need to do well for my A level. If not how possibly I can repay all those sacrifices my dad did. I also want to thank my dad's friend/business partner a Prof. , my dad and him are most probably the reason I'm here in Singapore, with my poor results and knowledge I'm very satisfied to get a place here. I know I may sound not patriotic to most Malaysian, but look around who's getting a fair treatment there? Racial problem are getting from bad to worst, Crimes are so common. Sadness fall upon me everytime I think of my family and friends are still in a place where criminals run free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've think before, to race for a politician and cleanse the whole country to be low Crime country, till now I don't think there's a real Crime-free. You know... Some people are just Crime-loving Freaks. But the question is how and when. If I continue to study, I'm going to get trained to be a full-time successor of my dad's work. My dad my hero! But how can I be so selfish to let my hero down? I may not know, but for certain I need to do well enough in order to help out or be able to succeed his Masterpiece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe time is the factor, for now I should do what is necessary and plan at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dickson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-8279231467500334210?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/8279231467500334210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=8279231467500334210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/8279231467500334210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/8279231467500334210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-45.html' title='Day 45'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-7728613998663456598</id><published>2008-02-02T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:06:19.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 33</title><content type='html'>Yallow&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Memory Flashback...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So... Today i got a really good mood in the morning better than days before... It was a pretty good day. But, i got pissed off by my chem teacher ( which was totally my fault). I got scolded : "Wei Milk Drinker , I'll take away your scholarship and kick you back to Malaysia!" for being half asleep in class( fishing), I started to talk nicely to her and asked for her full name ( as to urge her as if i'm going to complain about her at the office). She got pretty much scared and slowed down her teaching I'm serouisly sorry about the childish behavior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then, I went to the library to do some leisure reading. THen suddenly I heard the sound of my favourite board game -Monopoly. One of the ones setting up the game is my friend so I asked if I can join in... She happily agreed and asked why are we so childish... And stated that she'll win the game! I was kinda shocked by her confidence without knowing how long have me and Livert been playing the game... At the end she and everyone(including me) lost to Livert. It was quite fun when I know they learned not to look down on foreign players. HAH! They even asked whether we have monopoly in Malaysia(how Dare they ask?) but I answered a No, and said that we had "Manapali" instead, But the game was in fact a game we ( me ,Livert and most Malaysian classmates ) Loved and put in a lot of effort to master! They remind me when I was in form 3, after my PMR we played monopoly everyday , at least 5 rounds every single day! It was very much the same but the phycological part was the best !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today we missed canoeing training because the sky was unhappy... Then it ended with me watching a movie 27 dresses, at first I thought it is pretty much a love story but it still is just that it gave me some flash backs during a camp called Life game, I got my chance to propose and got married there... It was Holy excellent! It felt so grand before and I can still feel the feeling when She said : Yes!, it was like the happiest day of my life and it wasn't even real! But the thing is that the game let you so into it that you forgot where is the real and the fake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A memory Lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dickson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-7728613998663456598?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/7728613998663456598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=7728613998663456598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/7728613998663456598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/7728613998663456598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-33.html' title='Day 33'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-1207839577999001568</id><published>2008-01-31T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:32:58.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 32</title><content type='html'>Yallow&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A wasted game...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't buy the stupid game The three Kingdom 3 ( chinese version ) by time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so tired...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dickson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-1207839577999001568?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/1207839577999001568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=1207839577999001568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/1207839577999001568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/1207839577999001568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-32.html' title='Day 32'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-3452681775371600211</id><published>2008-01-30T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:12:03.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 31</title><content type='html'>Yallow&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starting of my watery Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm, CCA-Canoe... when I started of with CCA-choosing, canoeing was not really one of my top 3 choices... Then how it came to be? It's a talk from Mr Chua which is the coach/teacher for the canoeist team which ask us to try it out. And it turn out that the captain and the whole team is really really great, maybe it's really tiring but they commit into the team so much that I solute each of them with Respect. Joining them let me felt like bonding into a new family( that's what they are) . Frankly, I'm the worst Canoeist among all new candidates, everyone was able to sail out but I'm the only one who kept capsize I think I may have recorded a new record for capsizing for about 30+ times for my first day. I did felt sore but later on the water was just too nice for me not getting into it. During that time some new joiners like me tell me : " I know you'll do better next time. Keep Going Man!". I hope so I thought. But the words did help! I capsize 20+(only) but i did get to row about 2 meters out in a T1 hahahaha! T0day I found out the remaining year 1s are just 5 of us . What a sad thing to the team, and 3 of them are leaving TPjc! But we followed every order and again I capsize! haha! But today I finally got far! (capsizing far is really like swimming sessions). Thanks again team!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A T1 guppy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dickson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-3452681775371600211?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/3452681775371600211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=3452681775371600211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/3452681775371600211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/3452681775371600211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-31.html' title='Day 31'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-6054069293723944808</id><published>2008-01-29T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:47:59.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30</title><content type='html'>Yallow&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Day I got Serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as a joker in class, I've always been smiling and laughing. Yup... Almost everyone gets annoyed, which of course includes the other me inside. Maybe the missing friends and family feeling is getting to me... When I ran out of idea's of how my friend would have act and I would do the same in class, it just reveals my true lonely identity... When they looked at me they don't really know what's going on, some teacher got a bit shocked. I am deeply sorry. But then again, I felt sorry for myself, I don't know how to reset a new reputation after I nearly destroyed mine myself by being a Joker. Haha sounds fun, but it's really demanding and tiring for me. I never miss my MY Friends more... I used to get entertain but when I came here I'm the entertainer... Maybe I picked up some of their Really really good skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the emoless friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dickson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-6054069293723944808?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/6054069293723944808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=6054069293723944808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/6054069293723944808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/6054069293723944808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-30.html' title='Day 30'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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-4457194363704867176.post-4614462075300440362</id><published>2008-01-29T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:50:59.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29</title><content type='html'>Yallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my first day I go online with my 日記. It's my 29th day in Singapore. I do think that I've grown . Something more to amaze me is that I've seen progress in my sister... I must admit, I've treated her worst among all my siblings... I love them but I over rate them... I gave her some task that shouldn't be her responsibility... And then I've aspect her to be as good as someone a lot higher than her level... But about 10 days ago I've learned that I was indeed wrong... And I'm still wrong but I am going to change day by day until i get back her trust and respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A regreted Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dickson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4457194363704867176-4614462075300440362?l=dc90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/feeds/4614462075300440362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4457194363704867176&amp;postID=4614462075300440362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/4614462075300440362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4457194363704867176/posts/default/4614462075300440362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dc90.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-29.html' title='Day 29'/><author><name>Dickson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12593060388229805468</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>
