<?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-5607426245724073189</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:54:31.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ERICCCNG.BLOGSPOT.COM</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-956360417610031145</id><published>2007-11-28T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:12:27.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm. I guess it's time to say goodbye again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me if you can. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-956360417610031145?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/956360417610031145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/956360417610031145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/11/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-6293265052263555154</id><published>2007-11-20T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T14:19:48.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUNNING NOSE + HEADACHE =</title><content type='html'>IM SICK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-6293265052263555154?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/6293265052263555154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/6293265052263555154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/11/running-nose-headache.html' title='RUNNING NOSE + HEADACHE ='/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-1310998687859572447</id><published>2007-11-17T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:55:23.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TUNE IN</title><content type='html'>i'm damn tired today. maybe cos of the tune in and games that don't really work out. :P im sure everything will be better one lah. first day's always the most boring one ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t'was fun though. get to see some familiar faces again (sx, ym) and hopefully more to come. so fast, felt like ytd when i myself stepped into band room for tune in and now juniors are streaming in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next moment we are out of vj already. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-1310998687859572447?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/1310998687859572447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/1310998687859572447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/11/tune-in.html' title='TUNE IN'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-6283272322241737477</id><published>2007-11-15T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T07:20:15.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I set my handphone alarm at 0345 and took the trouble of presetting my message so as to send it to friends who are leaving for ocip. (ch and kat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.45am, i woke up and send the message. Mission complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.00am, i woke up and check for any message. "Your message has failed to send. Resend?" Mission failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells i still resend it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder why things like to work in this way. Out of all messages, this one failed. Calculate the probability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-6283272322241737477?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/6283272322241737477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/6283272322241737477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-4680495193083192726</id><published>2007-11-14T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:48:38.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student phase.</title><content type='html'>Today Mr Tan asked why we don't seem to be excited about next year's NY trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that we are not excited, it's just that the happiness, the excitement, the cant-wait-for-it-ness and the whatsoever has been long gone one month ago. Can't expect us to be jumping around everyday looking forward to it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, thinking of it im actually seriously very excited.&lt;br /&gt;just think of all the fun we can have there, it makes my adrenaline rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, im not that into next year as a whole. cos it meant that we have approached the last year of our student-phase. the phase where we wear uniform to school, hate doing homework and studying for exams, and love the holidays and weekends where we go out with best of friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, the student phase. i love this student-ish feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly we proceed on to the young adult phase and everyone's life revolves in a completely different direction. it makes me wonder what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time will come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-4680495193083192726?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/4680495193083192726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/4680495193083192726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/11/student-phase.html' title='Student phase.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-4789774872105543288</id><published>2007-11-11T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:37:23.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This vale of tears.</title><content type='html'>A man has two faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A side that he shows and a side that only lives inside. Its like wearing a mask. The typical face everyday versus the real you. i wonder how many have actually seen it before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking of before you fall asleep everynight what are you thinking of while you shower what are you thinking of when you take a lonely stroll back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day i can see them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that everyone has that mask. The extrovert has it poorly maintained and easily penetrated as they rely alot on friends. The introvert build their mask out of stainless steel and hold them up everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i can describe my mask, i say that it is made of wood. During sunny days it's there and its strong and stiff. During rainy days it turned into a really bad shape and occasionally some can see what's hiding within. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess love is the only sole way that forces people to remove their mask. Only then one can see what's behind this hideous mask, whether it's beautiful or tainted.  No couple can kiss with their mask attached right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn that's really cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days go by, we grow, and we will learn that having such mask is absolutely necessary in the world we live in. A world that depends so much on the superficial side, a world too busy to look within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vale of tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-4789774872105543288?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/4789774872105543288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/4789774872105543288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-vale-of-tears.html' title='This vale of tears.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-8840280830997280038</id><published>2007-11-09T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:13:55.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollerblading</title><content type='html'>i have a deep undying love for &lt;em&gt;rollerblading.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have a list of favourite sports, rollerblading and swimming will be at the top of the list. followed by basketball then bowling then badminton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started when i was just around primary 1 (or 2?) when my father randomly bought me a pair of blades. my cousin got it soon too and every week we will just go down to the void deck and push ourselves from one pillar to another. Not fearing of falling down due to all the cushion from the protectors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to blade with kaikeng occasionally from one end of ecp to the other, timing ourselves, at top speed. Wind blowing on my face and the wheels rolling so smoothly. everytime i blade i feel the joy in it. i guess i never complained about blading before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i respect people who blade somehow, much more than those who cycle. especially in school like vjc when the number of bladers are nearing extinction. i wish that my girlfriend will be a hot babe on blades. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and only during the holidays when i can take out my blades which are sleeping at one corner of my house and have a go at it. and now its holiday! time for some really cool blading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone free for a blading date?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-8840280830997280038?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/8840280830997280038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/8840280830997280038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/11/rollerblading.html' title='Rollerblading'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-128342695051199104</id><published>2007-10-31T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:04:45.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PW IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and done with. &lt;br /&gt;i guess i will try to miss PW days abit cos my pw mates, Ivie Nicole and Qianyu, are really a joy to work with. after all we are quite slack and we did a pretty good job, &lt;em&gt;i hope&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, PW IS OVER!&lt;br /&gt;and now it's time for a hiatus and sink into the peaceful holidays before the next year comes and everything starts becoming tense again. gosh one day in the future i will look back and this year might be one that i will miss loads afterall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time for ear piercing, hair dying, and hide-n-seek. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-128342695051199104?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/128342695051199104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/128342695051199104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-know.html' title='You know..'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-7448969926831374725</id><published>2007-10-26T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T19:55:22.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knots</title><content type='html'>sometimes there are some stupid little things you did without considering about the consequences of your actions. then when you realized how immature and retarded your actions seem to be, there's no more turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's like this. you can't have a second chance. you move along a line and when you did something wrong there will be a knot on the line. you have to move on. even if you are allowed to do it again, the mistake has been made. and no matter what, you can't turn back and untie the knot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today's a day with lots of such knots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commenting bluntly on someone even if there really is a small mistake on her part makes me no better, if not worse. in fact, im the inconsiderate one. looking back, it could have been much better for me to just kept it inside and clarify it later. things will turn out much better. the rush of that bit of anger in me makes things worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging up halfway through a phone conversation shows how insensitive and temperamental i am. even if there really is a reason to be unpleased, showing my emotions like that is completely unnecessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things you have done and you regretted doing it. &lt;br /&gt;it cant be undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the knot is dead and it will be there. but, just let it be a small knot and not make it big. cos if it is too big, it will mess up the line and everything will get worse and worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry okay. &lt;br /&gt;i still love ya'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-7448969926831374725?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/7448969926831374725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/7448969926831374725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/10/knots.html' title='Knots'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-2401398030213833438</id><published>2007-10-24T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:56:05.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAIMONO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yLKkjAiNJ8/Rx9QkQNwJcI/AAAAAAAAADM/D0ZHZMLEzgc/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yLKkjAiNJ8/Rx9QkQNwJcI/AAAAAAAAADM/D0ZHZMLEzgc/s320/Picture2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124903484729075138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big and heavy jacket that costs freaking 300+ bucks each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yLKkjAiNJ8/Rx9RBANwJdI/AAAAAAAAADU/CgqR8fNW5FA/s1600-h/no1157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yLKkjAiNJ8/Rx9RBANwJdI/AAAAAAAAADU/CgqR8fNW5FA/s320/no1157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124903978650314194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finally bought myself a new pencil case, i wanted to put in here but something just go screwed up. blogger's retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-2401398030213833438?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/2401398030213833438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/2401398030213833438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/10/kaimono.html' title='KAIMONO.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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/_9yLKkjAiNJ8/Rx9QkQNwJcI/AAAAAAAAADM/D0ZHZMLEzgc/s72-c/Picture2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-1398896094549020637</id><published>2007-10-23T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:54:00.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working, feeling at peace. A lot of people are frightened because when it appears, it demolishes all the old things it finds in its path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants their life thrown into chaos. That is why a lot of people keep that threat under control, and are somehow capable of sustaining a house or a structure that is already rotten. They are the engineers of the superseded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people think exactly the opposite; they surrender themselves without a second thought, hoping to find in passion the solutions to all their problems. They make the other person responsible for their unhappiness. they are either euphoric because something marvelous has happened or depressed because something unexpected just ruined everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it - which of these two attitudes is the least destructive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-1398896094549020637?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/1398896094549020637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/1398896094549020637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/10/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-5567910420628959199</id><published>2007-10-23T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T09:20:31.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New language</title><content type='html'>today is my first japanese lesson along with chunhan ganliying and beatrice. it was cool and all cept for the fact that i was late cos i can't get a freaking taxi and when i get it, the idiot taxi driver doesnt know how to get to tanglin road, still try to act friendly somemore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was an easy start for the fact that i have learnt abit of japanese few years back, or else i will be having alot of trouble trying to memorise the &lt;em&gt;hiragana&lt;/em&gt;. i think one good thing about this course is that i get to learn the language with friends and it seriously help alot as we will be able to help each other and try to converse with each other in japanese as we move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks, i hope it will be enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is definitely hard to learn a new language. one fact is that even though now i get to know what some things are called, it is still not easy for me to relate it. for example, i see a chair, in order for me to think of what a chair is called in japanese, i will think of these letters i-s-u and then i will remember that it is called that in japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no stupid people will think of the letters c-h-a-i-r before they say out chair right. something tells me that i will still not be able to grab a hold of this language no matter how hard i try. it's just a little way too hard for me. it will take lots of years for any normal human to master a language. i dont have so much years to spare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, just let me bask in this enthusiasm for a while before everything starts to be hard and not manageable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, GANBATTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;going for this lesson seems to make me feel alive again. zzz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-5567910420628959199?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/5567910420628959199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/5567910420628959199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-language.html' title='New language'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-6611007163064105156</id><published>2007-10-22T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:11:24.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low and cold.</title><content type='html'>feeling particularly low today, dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to draw a picture, i might just take grey crayon and draw a sky with sad sorry clouds and a black sea lazily sweeping against the shore. i dunno, that's what im feeling now i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i lost my interest in everything. everything seems to be moving at a rather slow pace. even when i hanged out with the BEG and gan today it doesnt seem to help abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know why, it might be pw stress, it might be just some weird mood swing, or it might be some people who is ranting at me now. im not pissed okay, im not even sad, i'm just super duper low in energy level or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forcing out a smile, im trying to stay happy and cheerful but my eyes are already half dead. not the tired eyes, but rather the i-can't-fucking-be-bothered eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight's wind is blowing vigorously, forcefully. it's cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to tomorrow. i cant survive living in the world of boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-6611007163064105156?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/6611007163064105156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/6611007163064105156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/10/low-and-cold.html' title='Low and cold.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-4834881970148562223</id><published>2007-10-21T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:53:13.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving along.</title><content type='html'>im here again, for the 3rd time in 24 hours. i know it isnt good, wasting time like this, but who cares? maybe cos i was at home the whole day long random thoughts kept coming into me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Secondary school culture actually shapes our personality and all."&lt;br /&gt;-Gan, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i asked myself whether it was a right decision to go Dunmanhigh. well the friends are cool and chinky and all but looking back maybe i shouldnt have just blindly followed my mother's footstep like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should have went a boy's school which all claim to be much more fun than a mixed school. Then, i will have much more memories of what happened for the last four years then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i did, i might be clubbing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do notice one fact, that i have totally lost contact with friends that i was once close to back then. Section mates, classmates, band mates anymore. sorry its not like i don't ask them out, they just, somehow, moved on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation day. i left earlier without having the final batch buffet to hang out with cousins, people whom i can see for the rest of my life. i was rather stupid. if i had stayed awhile longer with them, if i had clinged on to those friendship abit. if i could just go for the first class outing &lt;em&gt;step up&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things might just be a little better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They moved on. &lt;br /&gt;Time for me to leave those memories behind too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-4834881970148562223?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/4834881970148562223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/4834881970148562223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/10/moving-along.html' title='Moving along.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-8370564416776105766</id><published>2007-10-21T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T13:16:33.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blog.</title><content type='html'>i love reading blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it allows me to step into the inner world of their lives, well some of them at least. there are blog posts that when you read them you could picture the owner talking to you, like as usual. and there are those when you read them, it feels as though you could feel their souls for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opening the gate of their lives to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every read of those posts make me understand them better, how their minds function, how they think of certain things at some point of time, and how they cope with their lives as mine moves on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blog seems to be a portal, for the exchange of things that are better left unspoken in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people could be like crazy dogs outside, smiling at you 90% of the day and in their blogs you get to see the serious side of them, the not so funny side. these two contrasting roles somehow makes everything more balanced, less vague, less hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you guffaw at one thing, and inside it's another thought. in a second there is a complication of two different feelings. don't say you never felt it before, the world of hyprocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why this outlet comes into place. it allows you to read their minds and get a feel of what they are thinking. somehow, it seems to be able to communicate with a friend that owns a blog better than those who are friendly and laughing all day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who put a smile on their face everyday, who knows for sure whether deep inside them they are serving you a cup of warm &lt;em&gt;fuck you get lost&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-8370564416776105766?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/8370564416776105766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/8370564416776105766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog.html' title='The blog.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-3390930710255486009</id><published>2007-10-20T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:15:01.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.</title><content type='html'>everytime i come to this very page i will be stuck for very long. sometimes i will just crap out a whole page of nonsense and at the very end while i read through again, i will just cross this whole window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting more and more bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's preparing for OP now, even i am feeling nervous about the whole OP thing already. i realize i cant do shit in front of a crowd. when there are a couple of eyes looking at me, my hand will subconciously shiver and my voice will tremble. then my mind will be totally blanked out. even if it is a well prepared script, at the very end, me and my phobia for presentations ruin it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUS, NTU and SMU came to vjc today to give their 20minutes each talk for us and my mom who is sitting amongst the crowd. then i kept looking at the courses and thinking and i came to no conclusion. what i want for my future. actually, i honestly do not want it to come. i dread it. i love what it is now, exam stress and fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;business, engineer, medicine, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i see no passion for any of them. if u ask "what about saxophone?", all i can say is, saxophone is something that i do for my pastime, when i am free, when i am emo, when i suddenly feel a surge of musical flow in me, or when i want to impress. i will never ever walk a musical path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everytime i read through my posts i keep wondering why i can be quite so serious here when in reality, i cant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-3390930710255486009?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/3390930710255486009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/3390930710255486009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/10/lost.html' title='Lost.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-6149389846880592456</id><published>2007-10-15T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:58:19.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Konayuki</title><content type='html'>粉雪 ねえ 時に頼りなく心は揺れる&lt;br /&gt;それでも僕は君のこと守り続けたい&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;粉雪 ねえ 心まで白く染められたなら&lt;br /&gt;二人の孤独を包んで空にかえすから&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Powdered snow, this heart that has transcended time is faltering&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I want to continue protecting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powdered snow, you paled our heart white&lt;br /&gt;You would wrap around our loneliness and send it back into the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-6149389846880592456?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/6149389846880592456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/6149389846880592456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/10/konayuki.html' title='Konayuki'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-1442894185298388733</id><published>2007-10-15T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:36:06.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's departure.</title><content type='html'>and so my dad went to Dubai for 2 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we felt nothing, me and my bro, still joking on our way home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently my mother felt something and asked me, &lt;br /&gt;"You all don't feel anything ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not really leh, maybe my wife leave then i will feel lah."&lt;br /&gt;"Why??? your father leh. Your wife can change but your father cannot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then everyone started saying OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT and started touching wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, we all know our dad wont do that kinda shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be a three member family for now, and now my mother will have the absolute right to torture me financially. SIAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-1442894185298388733?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/1442894185298388733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/1442894185298388733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/10/dads-departure.html' title='Dad&apos;s departure.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-7760804148738976966</id><published>2007-10-14T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T00:42:01.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of school</title><content type='html'>end of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i realize everything has ended for the first year. too much time in band room and never able to pay attention during lectures. thats why u see retarded eric starting to go lectures after promos. to smell the theatre before he goes into the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one year ended and all about it is band, band, band. it gets really exhausting at times. i wonder how i find the shit loads of passio to practise everyday. indulging myself in the music i make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class 07s41. what have i done. i look at them and they are still strangers to me. never ever close to them, i know them as much as the day when i first stepped into the class on a january friday physics tutorial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a sense of urgency. i want to know more, to do more. realized how fast time passes this year made me regretted not cherishing more. im never good at balancing. fun and studies, band and class. it's always one much more than the other, not even abit close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the point. even if i try to make use of everyday to squeeze in the slightest time to go out with what i have failed to cherish the whole of this year even if it has to be a whole night out, the year is ending and nothing can be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the saddest thing is, it took me long to realize it. i only get this kind of feeling during our bbq. band bbq and class bbq, right after promos, and 2 totally different feeling. being able to hang out with any single one and feeling a slight lonliness, left out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could rewind the time and get everything right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year it will be a shitloads of mugging and it will no longer be as carefree as this year. suddenly everything will be gone and we will bid each other goodbye realizing that after all this while we never get to actually know each other. when we start to regret it it's already time to sing the graduation song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how i felt last year with 4c and i definitely not want to feel the same thing again cos it hurts at how the time loves to deprive us of this wonderful times we could have together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want, i don't want Christmas to come. cos it meant that a year has passed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-7760804148738976966?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/7760804148738976966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/7760804148738976966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-of-school.html' title='End of school'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-3530068276578876578</id><published>2007-10-14T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T17:04:02.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope the time can just stop and christmas never comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-3530068276578876578?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/3530068276578876578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/3530068276578876578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hope-time-can-just-stop-and-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-6748525806757194679</id><published>2007-10-11T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:16:36.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the sake of posting.</title><content type='html'>its the end of a happy day today, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite spending money over a wasted dinner at sakae haha i dont really appreciate japanese food but i appreciate seeing my friends happy eating them. woh sounds like some mr. nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to take my own sweet time to do some darn good shopping but i guess they aint really that interested in spending their time doing my shopping so i just let it off for today. maybe tml go myself instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although they were complaining about the movie i thought it was rather good and i can say that i enjoyed it. maybe i got some damn weird taste judging from today, or maybe i got some damn weird friends. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about pool tml? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always open to dates everyday but no one's really keen to ask me out. i guess i must be really unpopular eh, or have my friends found better people to go out with? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel abit tired, sleeping. looking at this screen but not thinking of anything. my fingers are just moving for the sake of moving and my vision becoming a little blur. even though physically im dying im sure when i lie on the bed i will still have hard time falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, im not crying and moaning about life on bed. &lt;br /&gt;in fact im no longer emo.&lt;br /&gt;im just too energetic inside thinking of some changes ive been forcing myself to make in my life and really enjoying these changes now. feels quite pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im out of words to type. i guess i dont make a really good blogger who can update his blog everyday with interesting posts. in fact this post is really random. just blasting what my mind is thinking of into this small box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear blog i love you cos you are always here when i need to vent something. at least i no longer have to have frequent mood swings and shout at people just becos im pissed off at some stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be such a bastard/jerk. i guess im a little better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope im a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if i have split personality too. hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-6748525806757194679?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/6748525806757194679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/6748525806757194679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-sake-of-posting.html' title='For the sake of posting.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-4714598850029069272</id><published>2007-10-11T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T15:14:16.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I PASSED MY ECONSSSSSSSS.</title><content type='html'>WOAH. i cant believe i passed econs overall. although the overall is like 45% just nice BUT FOR THE FACT THAT IVE PON ALL ECONS LECTURE AND I SCORED ONLY A STUPID 14 FOR MIDYEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess im more than happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-4714598850029069272?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/4714598850029069272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/4714598850029069272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-passed-my-econssssssss.html' title='I PASSED MY ECONSSSSSSSS.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-3490293565375759586</id><published>2007-10-06T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T18:50:32.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've finally bothered to update my blog.  &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it bothers me to see how this year flies pass so quickly. maybe i was enjoying it too much. today was open house and suddenly i remembered the open house i've been to one year ago seeing vera playing pirates with the band hoping to be inside it one day. and now im playing with the band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im probably the most no-lifer this week cos' ive been stucking my ass at home all day long. there is something i like about being alone at home slacking cos it really makes me feel holidayish as i got seriously nothing to do but to sit on the sofa watching tv or just sit in front of the computer youtubing. that's what i did during the december hols. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had post promos band bbq, class bbq and they were really fun. each followed with a overnight right after it and t'was cool. had our fun and everything. most incredible thing is i can actually stay up to 5 just by playing cards with class guys. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, time for pw soon. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-3490293565375759586?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/3490293565375759586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/3490293565375759586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-finally-bothered-to-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-3778501458972477194</id><published>2007-09-22T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T18:04:27.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>it's saturday, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, it's a cold and empty one. maybe's cause of band. no more waking up early in the morning to play the saxophone, no more after band activities. next week's promos and that's everyone's conversation topic now. "what is..." "why is it..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;useless i feel when it comes to studying-for-examinations period. looking at how others handle it so quickly can be quite demoralising. when im just trying to convince myself that i understand all those concepts that never ever rang a bell within me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems practically so unfair how some people treat their friends differently at different point of time. when exams come, smart people are their best friends and when it's over fun people comes into the picture. smart at how the way they make use and manipulate the situation to suit themselves perfectly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this point of time- i guess many things have changed abit, some totally. i walked into band room and felt different when i see different people. there are times when i feel something burning in my fist and there are times when some people never failed to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of that, i felt so guillible how i used to believe in something so immensely that i have secretly lost myself within it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-3778501458972477194?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/3778501458972477194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/3778501458972477194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-saturday-again.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-3142154135082923047</id><published>2007-09-16T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:34:58.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>unfair...     =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-3142154135082923047?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/3142154135082923047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/3142154135082923047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/09/unfair.html' title=''/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-3065945319672280658</id><published>2007-09-08T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:53:46.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im blogging.</title><content type='html'>oh nothing was done today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sleep, tv, sleep, comp, sleep, tv, and blogging, which i am doing right now. and it is already 9.49 pm now and the promos is coming in less than 2 weeks time and im not at all well prepared at all failing means retain and i seriously cannot afford to pay that price cos this will mean that the whole world will look down on me especially my family and friends but i seriously want all of these shits to be over why must it always be promos pw promos pw promos pw promos pw promos pw promos pw promos pw promos pw promos pw promos pw wassup with all these p words get some pharking life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that on top was just one whole load of shit. please dont read. oh well too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to fast forward to after pw op where everyone will be having fun once again. but would i want it? it would mean that 1 whole year has already passed by, just like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-3065945319672280658?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/3065945319672280658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/3065945319672280658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-blogging.html' title='im blogging.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-2766720764556702047</id><published>2007-09-07T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:02:47.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lock.</title><content type='html'>There are some tiniest little things revolving around you. small little conversations and tiny little stares. suddenly something was there and suddenly it was gone. no one ever stood by your side and you never allowed them to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos there is a fear in you. the fear that keeps you a happy distance away from everyone you know. no one was ever considered as close to you cos history tells you to stop doing it, allowing people enter the world of yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, some people are at the gate of your heart, knocking against the door waiting for you to open and let them in. the lock is tightly secured and u turn away from them. sometimes, you opened the door looking out in hope of seeing someone but no one is out there for you. and during the times when there actually is someone, some secrets are accidentally let out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one day, a secret you told someone leaked out and everything falls. everything became messy and no one really knows what's really happening inside. it was a swirl then it was a twist. then it was a jumble of strings playing a distorted melody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethings needed to be clarify and once again the door is opened. it was one last shot and it was a good one. at least the door is now repainted bright red and dirty stains are removed. the bonds became stronger and deeper forged and it was a sunny day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, once again, the door has shutted itself and the lock has changed a new key so that no one could ever come close again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-2766720764556702047?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/2766720764556702047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/2766720764556702047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/09/lock.html' title='The lock.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-4374668294957813673</id><published>2007-09-06T19:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:11:09.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAMATIC HOLIDAYS!</title><content type='html'>THESE FEW DAYS ARE LIKE THE HAPPIEST DAYS OF MY LIFE! &lt;br /&gt;and it will continue to be.    :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it starts with overnight at airport mugging with xiaojia. &lt;br /&gt;IN WHICH I SPEND JUST THE WHOLE NIGHT TALKING ABOUT ABOUT OUR LIVES. like how dramatic it is and everything. from 1 talk to 2:20 then talk talk talk talk talk talk all the way to 5:00AM! time just passes by like free but coolly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it was the whole afternoon next day with forever best friend jingwen. it has been MONTHS AND MONTHS AND MONTHS since we last hang out and again just that few hours of studying reminded me of the past and everything. and sec4saxes seem to have fade away but we will be back soon, right after promos! cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was studying with meiyi at GELARE cos kinda pangsehhed by alot of people today. like suddenly say dont wanna go one. its okay though. we studied quite alot when the no. of people get lesser and lesser. then halfway through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wanna watch HAIRSPRAY?"&lt;br /&gt;"OK ON CALL BEATRICE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing i remember is us on the cab on the way to TM and managed to catch the movie with beatrice on time! furthermore thursday tickets are like super cheap! and the movie was just one of the best so far this year! but the lead actress is abit erhhem. but thats wad makes the whole movie meaningful la according to meiyi who is currently 5times more crazy over the movie  than me and beatrice. and i seriously dont mind watching it again! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im back home finally got a time to chill abit and blog.&lt;br /&gt;dramatic holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-4374668294957813673?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/4374668294957813673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/4374668294957813673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/09/these-few-days-are-like-happiest-days.html' title='DRAMATIC HOLIDAYS!'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-619405544145218154</id><published>2007-09-03T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T16:11:18.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 1990 movie.</title><content type='html'>i took a break from PW and just sat down on the dining table eating my lunch. On the teevee a 12pm show on HBO started showing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWAKENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a 1990 movie and i thought i wont be at least interested but ever since i set my eyes on the beginning i could not take my eyes off till the end. cos every single single single scene is just so moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about catatonic patients (people who are alive but unconscious) and a doctor who fights to save them. He was able to revive them and they get to enjoy life  but it was only for a period of time when the medicine he based on lost its effect on them and one by one they went back to their original state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was based on a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me think how many people have not cherished life given to them when there are those who are fighting in hope just for a moment of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-619405544145218154?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/619405544145218154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/619405544145218154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/09/1990-movie.html' title='the 1990 movie.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-6954635161446028575</id><published>2007-08-29T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:41:52.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzle pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;sorry i was kinda busy and lazy to update this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think our band batch is rather cool. after butterfly project. it's kinda amazing how different cliques can actually inter-click and get high together. oh and cheering out loud (thrashing HCI ppl) together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought that band is a clique-ish place. we got just too many cliques as there are so many people. lesbians, vs, my clique, and the rest. it seems to be so impossible that we can ever be so bonded and i guess i was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitecranberries.blogspot.com"&gt;daryl's blog for pictures. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything falls in place nicely. different puzzle pieces together forming a pretty picture. i've never felt the same way with the seniors around i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get to go new york without auditioning. i cant wait, i just can't wait. the thought of room hopping in hotels, crapping in bus, and having loads of fun overseas with friends just cant stop me from smiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that day really comes. New york, its not faraway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-6954635161446028575?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/6954635161446028575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/6954635161446028575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/08/puzzle-pieces.html' title='Puzzle pieces'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-5655374565879000917</id><published>2007-08-29T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:34:53.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask urself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will we still be friends 10 years down the road?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always ask myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-5655374565879000917?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/5655374565879000917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/5655374565879000917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/08/will-we-still-be-friends-10-years-down.html' title='Ask urself.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-8723208331728611921</id><published>2007-08-20T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:30:31.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIRD!    :))))</title><content type='html'>yay interhouse bowling today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s41 bowling team - leon gaw, me, lenard, wibowo after a very very very tough fight managed to get 3rd of the day! please be proud of us, although there are only 4 teams in all. eh please lah this is not about winning right, its all about having fun! of cos winning is just but a bonus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self consolation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the 3 heavy and slow games, despite the strong urge to go home, i have to make my way down to stupid teeshirt company to make teeshirt. that sucks you know. and i was so freaking tired i have no choice to taxi down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the place is so ulu it is just so out of place and dark and creepy and since it's the 7th month there are red lights around the entire building which contribute to the already very freaking atmosphere. and that sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but luckily i managed to get out of the place alive and still as charming as before. =) then i taxi-ed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promos coming really soon, too soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-8723208331728611921?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/8723208331728611921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/8723208331728611921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/08/third.html' title='THIRD!    :))))'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-6482034821249228530</id><published>2007-08-19T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:58:10.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiong</title><content type='html'>chiong&lt;br /&gt;chiong&lt;br /&gt;chiong&lt;br /&gt;chiong&lt;br /&gt;chiong&lt;br /&gt;chiong&lt;br /&gt;chiong&lt;br /&gt;chiong&lt;br /&gt;chiong&lt;br /&gt;chiong&lt;br /&gt;chiong&lt;br /&gt;chiong&lt;br /&gt;chiong&lt;br /&gt;chiong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argggggh head pain. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-6482034821249228530?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/6482034821249228530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/6482034821249228530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/08/chiong.html' title='Chiong'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-8506276647091634087</id><published>2007-08-16T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:18:38.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWIMMING YO.</title><content type='html'>the whole world thinks that im crazy. cos i've been swimming ALOT lately. like everyday. hahaha so here's the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REASONS FOR SWIMMING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) i like the feeling of swimming, the nakedness. =)&lt;br /&gt;(2) wanyi said im fat&lt;br /&gt;(3) beatrice said im fat, and ugly&lt;br /&gt;(4) im having competition with natassia to see who can last longest without fried food and more fruits.&lt;br /&gt;(5) i want to be fit, like u noe, 6 packs.&lt;br /&gt;(6) i don't want to die in NS&lt;br /&gt;(7) i like the feeling of swimming, the nakedness. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's it. DONT ASK ME ANYMORE AH. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-8506276647091634087?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/8506276647091634087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/8506276647091634087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/08/swimming-yo.html' title='SWIMMING YO.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-3789042799232681840</id><published>2007-08-14T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:46:57.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a biskit, chicken flavour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DID NOT PON ANYTHING TODAY. I SWEAR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i thought it was rather a feat. to endure everything till the end of lesson. and then rush to relax in the swimming pool as usual. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since a long time, i have been ponning tuesday lectures and stuck my ass up in the stinking band room with the usual people. lol i chose a different path today and it turns out to be quite fun, in a different way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like rushing to seven eleven right after maths lecture (right before econs) and grab myself a chicken pie and accidentally did not pay for &lt;em&gt;in a biskit&lt;/em&gt; and only realizing it more than halfway through econs lecture. i didnt even noe that beatrice can run, god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and browsing through temporary internet files of V28 during pw and to my horror saw porn with disturbing pictures. i wonder who's so freaking desperate to surf up porn IN SCHOOOL right beside the window. siao one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for once in my entire life i swear i wasnt in band room for more than 5 mins for every single break. i guess today's quite a class day, which i enjoyed alot. should really hang out with them more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s in a biskit, chicken flavour is really nice. try it. 2 bucks only, though we didnt pay for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-3789042799232681840?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/3789042799232681840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/3789042799232681840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-biskit-chicken-flavour.html' title='In a biskit, chicken flavour.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-8437226375737907337</id><published>2007-08-13T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:07:55.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not for knowledge</title><content type='html'>KEELY IS IN FINALS. HOW COOL IS THAT. &lt;br /&gt;25.5/30 that's like totally awesome. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP class was quite a big thing today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yadav was talking about religion and asking us about what we know about religion and telling us about what she knows. everything was quite smooth sailing and i wasn't really feeling sleepy UNTIL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lenard ask "what kind of question can come out for religion?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that kinda spoils everything cos an interesting topic has once again been put into the light of boring promo/gp/exams whatever. and Ms Yadav as expected was pissed off and she said something like "so you come here not for knowledge but just for the piece of paper?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then so suddenly the whole mood was spoilt and it became an argument between her and him. everyone just watched silently. some people thought that lenard was right while some thought that he should at least shut up for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time, i have to stand by her point of view. lenard's balls just grew bigger out of a sudden. haha. but if everyone studies just for the sake of passing the paper at the end of the year, the whole purpose for the government to implement GP and other subjects will be pointless wont it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roflmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-8437226375737907337?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/8437226375737907337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/8437226375737907337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-for-knowledge.html' title='Not for knowledge'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-1309607886056926503</id><published>2007-08-12T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T20:11:06.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscillations (H2)</title><content type='html'>i wanted to go study overnight, no one wants to go with me. &lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go swimming, my dad just reckons im crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM TRAPPED WITHIN THE DOORS OF SIMEI RD #05-384! stuck like a bird. forced to open up 2007/JC1/LB5/Oscillations to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contents:&lt;br /&gt;1. Simple harmonic motion&lt;br /&gt;2. Energy in simple harmonic motion&lt;br /&gt;3. Damped and forced oscillation&lt;br /&gt;4. Summary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth the look of this suck already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cool night wind is blowing into my face. there are no stars tonight but how i wish i can just jump into the deep pool and start swimming laps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so silently, i think i found a new addiction. damn.&lt;br /&gt;just when the 7th month is starting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-1309607886056926503?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/1309607886056926503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/1309607886056926503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/08/oscillations-h2.html' title='Oscillations (H2)'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-2209989820546743709</id><published>2007-08-12T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:17:01.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shixuan's nice cup of coffee.</title><content type='html'>today's sunday and nothing was done as usual. &lt;br /&gt;only manage to breeze through a small chapter of physics. left early too cos its just too boring since phy is leaving soon and kahsiong found his interest elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SDD band audition is the coming saturday and we're no where near good, lets not mention about perfect. kaikeng quitted, well he has his reasons. so we are left with 5 people. sad. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna take promo. i wish time can stop during the june holidays where everything was fun. everyday in bandroom chilling out and talking cock was cool. even eavesdropping to string's rehearsals was a joy. now everything is about promos and pw and that sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promos is so important and its here at the blink of an eye and yet im still not in my olevel study mood. i cant even find a partner to study overnight with me still. boring people only know how to sleep. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying wasnt a quarter as fun as compared to my sec4 study group. grrrr its not even 1/8 as fun. who wouldnt miss shixuan's nice cup of coffee and her mahjong table where our tys used to flood?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-2209989820546743709?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/2209989820546743709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/2209989820546743709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/08/shixuans-nice-cup-of-coffee.html' title='Shixuan&apos;s nice cup of coffee.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-1036583091679803854</id><published>2007-08-11T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T19:10:46.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday without band</title><content type='html'>Today's one of the rare rare saturdays without band and finally a day without hanging out with friends of any kind and just a totally family day (ok not relli &lt;em&gt;family day&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went swimming and ive learnt my lesson not to swim on saturdays cos every single lap is like an obstacle course i have to stop at least once to let tiny little children with floats swim pass. that sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home it was just studying on my part,and teaching my bro algebra. -.- i dont remember having so much trouble with algebra then. it was like a piece of cake wasnt it? haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe today's the start of a weekend. i'm quite tired of the breaks. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-1036583091679803854?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/1036583091679803854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/1036583091679803854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/08/saturday-without-band.html' title='Saturday without band'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-5724831248582957983</id><published>2007-08-10T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:19:25.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a moment back in time</title><content type='html'>ok so i went out with kat, sheila, vanessa, liying and after that fengyi. saw joseph but he left early so its kinda sad. hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this sudden struck of nostalgia in me. life back then was much better wasnt it. sitting in one hidden corner, always unnoticed. forever out studying in either kfc or cavanna or the study room under vanessa's house or overnight at shixuan's house . class was so much more interesting with katherine and wengsoon around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class now. fun, but at the same time boring. im not saying that i dun like S41, i love them. just that these S41 and 4C are just too contrasting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these memories somehow remain so clearly in my mind. everyone seems to have changed. the way sheila dressed up today reminded me that its no longer the fun and cool secondary school days and we've already grown up. the way i can no longer talk to them as much as i do in the pass tells me that everyone has carried on with their life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soon, will be more or less forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back to exactly one year ago, and cherish every single time together. but its no longer possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-5724831248582957983?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/5724831248582957983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/5724831248582957983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-so-i-went-out-with-kat-sheila.html' title='a moment back in time'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-5779061427331427376</id><published>2007-08-10T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:20:23.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ranting away</title><content type='html'>i love this 5 days long holiday! although much of it is gone. but its so relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much was done though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied on thursday with kahsiong phyllinda vera and jessie(thanks jessie). The whole study session was quite cool until the point where everyone starts becoming reckless and one "i wanna go home" from kahsiong just spoils the whole mood to bits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went home.&lt;br /&gt;how loser is that. we got no determination to study at all! at least for my case that is. PROMOS IS IN FUCKING 1 month away and everything every single thing is tempting me from studying. just like me blogging and ranting away now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me pinrui and rachel stayed over at deborah's house. guess it was the most fun deborah-house-stayover so far. cos we need loads of stuff which i shant elaborate. it was overall tiring but nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baking has made the night even more spastic all thanks to deborah the patient baking teacher. all her patience just makes me feel like sleeping i wonder if that's gotta do with her wonderful mid years as compared to mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to vanessa to just a while ago and she asked me to go find the six-packs at tampines mall to catch up and chill out a lil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno whether should go or not. lol but i miss them loads man. =) thats for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-5779061427331427376?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/5779061427331427376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/5779061427331427376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-this-5-days-long-holiday.html' title='ranting away'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-7079316562714272944</id><published>2007-08-08T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:20:44.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the love?</title><content type='html'>Today had our first &lt;em&gt;"band"&lt;/em&gt; practice with matthew jiawei melodie charissa (kaikeng not free). it was kinda cool lah just that everyone is just too imba i feel quite inferior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we tried Aslyn's That's When I Love You and it sounds okay la i thought. just that my part is the string's part so it cant be heard. then they started playing random songs and everyone was ad lib-ing but i cant cos im not that pro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just slacked the day off. we need more pracs man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You said was mine oh mine till the end of time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-7079316562714272944?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/7079316562714272944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/7079316562714272944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/08/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the love?'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-7393476926000854058</id><published>2007-08-05T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:21:31.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weird couple.</title><content type='html'>today in mrt the announcement thing rang "door closing.. tututututu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this couple a man and a woman (duh). oh well its quite a fat woman. the man just came up from the escalator and started rushing in. the woman, obviously, cant catch up. the man managed to squeeze in, leaving his stead/wife/girlfriend separated by the mrt slide door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i thought, how can they ever end up being a couple when the man cares more about getting in the mrt than his girlfriend, who was quite humiliated but still tried to put on a smiley face for him and actioned him nvm see you at the next station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well today i went tm to buy a bag, get my sec sch white specs fixed cos i missed wearing it alot, and loads of big fat files which i will store notes. seems like loads of things done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess buying all the files and everything kinda motivated me to work hard for the coming promos. but first, i need to borrow notes from beloved friends cos you noe me, ponstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROMOS, HERE I COME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-7393476926000854058?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/7393476926000854058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/7393476926000854058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-in-mrt-announcement-thing-rang.html' title='the weird couple.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-8920748557421268745</id><published>2007-08-05T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:56:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yLKkjAiNJ8/RrSrqcONrlI/AAAAAAAAADE/63QH7PsXGYQ/s1600-h/040820075553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yLKkjAiNJ8/RrSrqcONrlI/AAAAAAAAADE/63QH7PsXGYQ/s320/040820075553.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094885824081538642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY PATRIOTIC SINGAPOREANS HANG THEIR SINGAPORE FLAG HIGH WITH PRIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE REAL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-8920748557421268745?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/8920748557421268745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/8920748557421268745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay-patriotic-singaporeans-hang-their.html' title='Singapore'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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/_9yLKkjAiNJ8/RrSrqcONrlI/AAAAAAAAADE/63QH7PsXGYQ/s72-c/040820075553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-5793605115428097848</id><published>2007-08-02T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:22:29.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charissa's blessings</title><content type='html'>today's quite a free day cos i only attended maths lecture which is rather slack chapter which is PnC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during chinese period, charissa was telling me about this 100K thing in which she at the end me read to me some prayers to bless me. first time i felt kinda weird. like i dunno, cos im a totally faithful atheist. i was wondering if i would suddenly feel god's presence or something but i guess all i felt was a sudden open care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do not misinterpret what im trying to convey thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope tml will be a cool day cos im going to overnightttt~ woosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-5793605115428097848?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/5793605115428097848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/5793605115428097848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/08/todays-quite-free-day-cos-i-only.html' title='Charissa&apos;s blessings'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-5079486956866377813</id><published>2007-07-31T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:23:57.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How time flies...</title><content type='html'>6 more weeks. &lt;br /&gt;that's how time flies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was NSSN, and now 6 more weeks to promos. i really need to mug damn hard. the teacher called my parents already, just one day before when we should submit our form for New York. I dunno, but maybe they are a lil stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya so they told my parents that 3H2 and 1H1 is not bad at all, still can get into university and everything those kinda bullshits. but i still told them my stand that i want 4H2s. Cos even mr ueng says that dropping econs doesnt make a difference to what we are supposed to study. we still study as much as hard and in the end get the same shit result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of how some people can just change his crush almost every month and getting so fucked up emo over them and how some people are just so willing to hold on to a relationship forever not wanting to let go. i guess they lie under two very different category huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many emo people around me, it makes me feel so sad for them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, cheer up people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-5079486956866377813?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/5079486956866377813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/5079486956866377813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/07/6-more-weeks.html' title='How time flies...'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607426245724073189.post-6594227717171643261</id><published>2007-07-29T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:26:02.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG. a restart button.</title><content type='html'>i said, i would change my blog. &lt;br /&gt;so here it is. hopefully a new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother bought me a 43 bucks pillow. i think that ends all the insomnia im getting these days. just hugging makes me feel like sleeping already. lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaojia said this period is the emo period. everyone is getting pissed over everything, getting depressed over the smallest things. i guess i fall under this category. suddenly things have changed. 8 months in vjc has changed my life alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish to get myself outta this category of emo-ness. i rather be the one comforting everyone like a pillow rather than the one sink inside this pool trying my best to get out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile. cause just smiling already made me feel alot alot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i've mentioned, i wanna press the restart button.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5607426245724073189-6594227717171643261?l=ericccng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/6594227717171643261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607426245724073189/posts/default/6594227717171643261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericccng.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-said-i-would-change-my-blog.html' title='NEW BLOG. a restart button.'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05458317220667426777</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></entry></feed>
