<?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-31246862</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:19:42.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paul.john.matt</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</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>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-8839383124837186712</id><published>2007-01-19T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T17:06:11.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have disband. Ok Bye bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-8839383124837186712?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8839383124837186712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=8839383124837186712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/8839383124837186712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/8839383124837186712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-have-disband.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-2640622464311137367</id><published>2007-01-15T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:34:55.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:56;"&gt; 5.15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody, qing duo duo zhi jiao :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-2640622464311137367?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2640622464311137367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=2640622464311137367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/2640622464311137367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/2640622464311137367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2007/01/5.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-7508952143246385091</id><published>2007-01-13T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T20:55:34.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today we had our long long lost training and the issue of "pull ups" was brought up by my seniors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh andre how many pull ups can you do?"&lt;br /&gt;"uh 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why everybody so concerned about pull ups?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;army is about 2 years away. i'm starting to get worried about army. best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all nobody wants to go for more army days, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all stuff to worry about, i have to worry about this. pull ups. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember chris cheong tell me victor siek had to go army early due to his 2.4k fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alamak i'm starting to dread going army early hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yt-bwtAOn4Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yt-bwtAOn4Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what the comments said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wow...he did the o's so systematically"&lt;br /&gt;"OMG AND LOL.. He had enough mini wheats!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-7508952143246385091?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7508952143246385091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=7508952143246385091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/7508952143246385091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/7508952143246385091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-we-had-our-long-long-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-7895957370685293479</id><published>2007-01-12T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:13:48.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO&lt;br /&gt;MORE&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGING COURSES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY we came up with all sorts of games to kill time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese A2 we had the category game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number game with makmur and kt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;connect 4 with jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what beats THROWING PAPER BALLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm sort of excited that we are going to be in classes soon. haha, we finally become JC student (okay, YEAR 5 students. whatever) in our classes! haha new friends and new environment and a syllabi that i am comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more physics, no more IHS, no more those subjects i didn't like. YAY hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my booklist was arnd $330. got ppl shoot over 400 one. why JC so expensive books one ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYA why didn't they release our classes today?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-7895957370685293479?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7895957370685293479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=7895957370685293479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/7895957370685293479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/7895957370685293479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-more-bridging-courses-yay-we-came-up.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-7497776623923997667</id><published>2007-01-10T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:03:53.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;school! Hate it! one big yawn. but its really quite fun actually being able to talk and with my friends the whole day long. which is not possible once we split into our different classes. but once we split to our classes no more bridging. which is great too! haiz. anyway, do my quiz! haha fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://http://www.quizyourfriends.com/quizpage.php?quizname=070108065553-387834&amp;"&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/quizpage.php?quizname=070108065553-387834&amp;amp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Fuel - Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-7497776623923997667?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7497776623923997667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=7497776623923997667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/7497776623923997667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/7497776623923997667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-hate-it-one-big-yawn.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-5999409273189781179</id><published>2007-01-10T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:08:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/05bOuWyuVIM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/05bOuWyuVIM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP UP STEP UP HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow what an impact orientation was! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-5999409273189781179?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5999409273189781179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=5999409273189781179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/5999409273189781179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/5999409273189781179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2007/01/step-up-step-up-hahaha-wow-what-impact.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-760502767574651551</id><published>2007-01-08T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:34:05.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm taking music. like joash, i couldn't decide, so i'm glad i finally penned those 5 letters down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs is so hot! so many ppl selected it. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both my parents told me to take B&amp;amp;M. nice. i tot they would force me to take econs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both my parents told me to take Chinese A2. having parents that come from mainland china sometimes sucks. well i just have to give my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those who have selected their dream subjects, all the best and i wish u ppl can score 42pts! ahahhahaa. :)&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results for the yr 6 chinese B were out today! well too all my happy 7-pter seniors, congratulations! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more lectures coming up. more and more and more. one full week of lecturing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-760502767574651551?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/760502767574651551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=760502767574651551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/760502767574651551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/760502767574651551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-taking-music.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-2620963080400492864</id><published>2007-01-08T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:03:18.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i think everybody hates me. i totally never follow my orientation group. like never. like so anti-social, maybe i am really anti-social. i dunno. but i definitely would not be like those kind of ppl that only want to attract attention. and ps their own friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;subject combi: HL math, HL  econs, HL physics, SL  english A1, SL  chinese B, SL chem  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;pls be the right decision!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-2620963080400492864?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2620963080400492864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=2620963080400492864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/2620963080400492864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/2620963080400492864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-everybody-hates-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-5179974989801137117</id><published>2007-01-07T11:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T11:52:43.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>paul lee i was trying to meet up with your DVD deadlines.. didn even go internet at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;score 1 needs to be burnt TWICE, yes not once but twice coz it's too fat and i have to burn it twice so that it can shrink to normal dvd size. quality will be a bit compromised, but you want it right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh there's subject combination! well everybody goes excited and tells everybody about their desired subject combination. i have not chose my subjects! neither have i consulted my parents. i also have not decided what career i will pursue. well to those who have, good luck on your year ahead and hope you get your dream job! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note orientation has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay it's my firstt orientation in like my 10 years of education. Primary school orientation i didn' even noe what is going on, and i missed the sec 1 orientation. But according to paul chu, i didn't miss a lot HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of a unique feeling, not saying YAY IT FINALLY ENDED or "i will so miss orientation!" it's just, finish. the end. no regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grp 4!well ya la i also must admit during the first day i tot it was sibei boring. doing nothin but playing games that we can cheat (same shoes, same siblings bla bla) in the end, the girls sit with the girls the boys sit with the boys. no bonding, no everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then came the talks.. drong toktoktoktoktoktoktok, so damn sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won the acsiting race!! yayy yayy we won something! although the stations held in school, we lost like almost everything hahahaha. but there was no credit to winning the race so, aiya! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we laughed like freaking lot right? hahah but i'm sure every group laughed a lot because there are so many funny moments. thank you beth and fong, our dearest ogls, for making the magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u grp 4! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-5179974989801137117?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5179974989801137117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=5179974989801137117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/5179974989801137117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/5179974989801137117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2007/01/paul-lee-i-was-trying-to-meet-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-5927135835710881591</id><published>2007-01-05T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:44:42.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah i havent post in a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sick of reading matthew's posts? fret no more. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;short one  first i very tired now.  currently in conflict over what HLs to take. haiz its such a chore. hope the last day of orientation goes well tmr! tired ah tired. bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-5927135835710881591?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5927135835710881591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=5927135835710881591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/5927135835710881591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/5927135835710881591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2007/01/wah-i-havent-post-in-long-time.html' title='wah i havent post in a long time'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-1649159322128095836</id><published>2006-12-31T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T14:58:14.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NeOjA25CQZc/RZdec7kDPwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Xk4Ff2a1-F4/s1600-h/20061018840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NeOjA25CQZc/RZdec7kDPwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Xk4Ff2a1-F4/s400/20061018840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014580561218584322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay here are the instructions. yes it's just a chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) set your "My picutres" view as "thumbnails"&lt;br /&gt;2) save this picture in my pictures&lt;br /&gt;3) see what is in the thumbnail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaky uh.&lt;br /&gt;i can't reallly explain it. only XP computers can see it they say. it's a bug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i don't think so but if u have installed photoshop, you should be viewing your pictures using the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adobe photoshop album starter edition 3.0&lt;/span&gt; or something along those lines. perhaps that can help u understand a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i still can't explain it haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Lucy's blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-1649159322128095836?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1649159322128095836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=1649159322128095836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/1649159322128095836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/1649159322128095836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-here-are-instructions.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NeOjA25CQZc/RZdec7kDPwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Xk4Ff2a1-F4/s72-c/20061018840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-9086271868313425378</id><published>2006-12-31T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T14:34:07.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>direct from &lt;a href="http://cowdreams.livejournal.com/"&gt;thomas' blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so awake now. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll blog about (primary school) chalet then, now or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually went for training before going to Pasir Ris. Went home first, slacked a few minutes and then rushed out of the house again to get film for a random holga lover. Harold told me it'd take me 40 minutes to get from City Hall to Pasir Ris, WHAT BULLSHIT IS THAT? HAHA, fyi Ah Bee, it took me 20+ minutes. So yes, thinking that it'd take me 40 minutes, I rushed back to the MRT Station after buying the film, and guess what? I got there half an hour earlier, 2.30pm. HEH HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.40pm I called Keef (who was with Harold/Ah Bee :D). 'Where are you?' 'We're at Clementi! We went to buy poker cards just now.' HAHAHA, ownage please. Just a fun fact, we were supposed to meet at Pasir Ris at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was 3, Hongshen came, no sign of anyone else, I promise next time I'll tell you guys to meet at 1pm -.- Oh well yes, then came Matthew Ge Yi Chi. (HAHA, sorry I forgot to bring the book of mad libs.) Later, Eunice, Yibo and Jing Wen came, and then Roujun, with her mum and younger brother (WHO IS TALLER THAN HER.) Hongshen, Matthew and I went to NTUC to get all the extra stuff we needed then Keef called to scam me saying that he got onto the shuttle bus already when he was actually standing beside Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we got there at around 4.30 and I tell you I didn't expect the place to be so nice, with the pool and all. Oh yes, did I mention how spacious the bus was? We had enough seats to put our bags, the stuff we bought and still have space to sit on each other (: Ouch, the laptop is burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay wtf, the laptop hibernated itself, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way to the cosy chalet HEEHEE and then Rui Rui and Yibo played Twister (AW It's okay Mei Mei HAHA we know that you don't mind Rui Rui doing that (: ) Later we went to play soccer too, and then the BBQ Wholesale dude came with the BBQ food. Ah Bee so rich he paid for us first &lt;s&gt;and we didn't want to return him&lt;/s&gt; (: (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, the BBQ. Keef insists that 'BBQs must be held on the second day of chalets!' while I stand firmly on my ground 'BBQs are for you to lao sai!' See the link? No, okay, there wasn't meant to be one. We took one hour to start the fire, or longer? So much for having QUALITY charcoal with holes in the middle, I guess even the best charcoal in the world will make no difference when it lands in our hands. We used cardboard to fan, so zibei. AND THEN, we saw BIG BIG leaves which grew on the plant right beside the BBQ pit and decided action had to be taken. I was then sent to retrieve a butcher knife and mercilessly hack off one leaf, but I must admit I was amazed at how clean the slice was, and it didn't require the strength of chopping up a coconut husk. It was addictive. We hacked off a few more and then you could see sexy Hawaiian boys waving big wide leaves doing the whatever tropical Hawaiian dance. Aw, and guess what? The fire started soon enough. Oh and the plant sap owned us, no matter how much we washed it just itched and itched. So much for damaging Mother Nature's little kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooked till around 9.30 or so then Si Kai the Hyperman came. Hongshen, Matthew and I (again) decided to go swimming first. GODDD WAS THE WATER COLD. It was fun. We did fun and exciting things like throw a soccer ball around the pool. I mean you'll find that exciting if you find snails moving across the road something to wave pompoms and scream over. I must commend Hongshen on his bravery by jumping into the pool first like a bomb. Of course, there was Matthew's hot green trunks, how could we ever forget? HEH HEH. Fooled around and Mei Mei came with some wine. The ice wine was OK, but the other one (I can't remember what it was) wasn't that good, aw, but thanks anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night was spent on playing cards and Keef's drinking game which pwned my balls upside-down, inside-out. Thanks to that I had crystal clear pee which, to date, I am still proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, the others went to sleep, leaving Harold, Matthew, Hongshen, Roujun and I still awake and kicking. Played Zong Ji Mi Ma first, the lucky fella had to do either a dare or tell a truth (I nehneh don't want to say Truth or Dare). Later on we just used cards. Now let me tell you why Matthew is the luckiest dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matthew has to ask for a condom over from Mei Mei's chalet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew walks over like a man, I'm not joking, to ask for a condom, but starts laughing like a pussy after 5 seconds. (Trust me, I'd start laughing even before the dare started, so let's all salute him for his courage) Suayness. Mei Mei opens the door. (We were hoping someone else opened, but according to Mei Mei, Matthew's lucky (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matthew has to seduce a Just-back-from-the-toilet Jing Wen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing Wen is in the toilet. Matthew goes into the girls' room like a man, this time, he is determined not to become a Bu Xi like Yang Yang. Matthew positions himself between the two double-deckered beds with his right elbow against the bed frame while supporting his head and the other hand on his hips. Jing Wen walks back not knowing that a horny man is standing right in front of her. 'Hey baby, feeling lonely tonight?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 of us decide to jump into the pool at 4am. We stayed there and talked and got caught by the guard too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew and I decided to play soccer later on in the morning, like very early, till the others woke up and we could go for breakfast. Went to White Sands for breakfast, YA KUN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back and decided to rent bikes! We walked to the cafe then to Costa Sands then back again -.- and finally decided that the cafe had the best price for overnight rentals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold learnt how to ride a bike for the first time in his entire life, and I believe your ass was pwned by the seat, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode like until duno where, and on the way back it started drizzling but we saw this girl who got lost so we turned back and tried to bring her back to where her chalet was. THEN IT JUST HAD TO RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, skip the details. We got back safely and bathed. Played snap like mad. Silent snap is DA GAME DUDEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went phototaking at night with Mei Mei. The toads were effing noisy, as in seriously you could only hear the orgasmic cries of the toads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back. The chicken chop was godlike, I &lt;s&gt;reluctantly&lt;/s&gt; agree with Rui Rui that it wasn't a bad choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played the drinking game AGAIN, this time it was Hongshen's turn to be pwned inside-out, and upside-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No pointing, no calling names.' Sweet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Day 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG. Keef, Yibo, Jing Wen and I went cycling AND WE SAW SHOOTING STARS. Aw, sorry Mei Mei, I should've woke you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back I swore I didn't know where I was cycling to. I just kept pedalling and pedalling. I was beat, and semi-conscious. I've learnt my lesson, the next time I go for a chalet, please try to sleep -.- Whatever, I never succeed anyway. Later on everyone just slept, it sucks being the only one awake. Later on Mei Mei woke up to take photos. Hurhur I kept falling asleep and waking up in the basketball court while waiting for the sun to finally stick it's butt out. Audrey you slept like a pig, don't deny it HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took photos. Went back, most of the time was spent on cleaning up. Keef did lotsa work hahahahaha, crap I chao slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped breakfast. Rourou, Ah Bee and Rui Rui left so fast. We couldn't take a group photo aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at White Sands with Mei Mei. HAHA Kuai dian treat us -.- Your 250bucks needs to be put to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I'm kinda lazy to type like EVERY SINGLE detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, I'm beat, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everybody a happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-9086271868313425378?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/9086271868313425378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=9086271868313425378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/9086271868313425378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/9086271868313425378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/direct-from-thomas-blog-i-feel-so-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-5855191121046066425</id><published>2006-12-30T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T15:52:01.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like how aleks describes it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earthquake: How are you gentlemen? All your interwebs are belong to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm counting down to school reopening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days 3 more days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-5855191121046066425?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5855191121046066425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=5855191121046066425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/5855191121046066425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/5855191121046066425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-like-how-aleks-describes-it.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-6728010473275687505</id><published>2006-12-27T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T13:16:05.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainofbrian.com/philosophies2.html" name="4"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:benguiat frisky att,comic sans ms;font-size:6;"  &gt; &lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 51);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ruth about &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;anta&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; After much research, we present the annual aeronautical engineers report on the theory of Santa: &lt;p&gt; No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer, which only Santa has ever seen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish &amp; Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total -378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes that there's at least one good child in each. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with. This is due to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits/second. That is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has .001 second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles/household, a total trip of 75.5 million miles; not counting stops to do what most of us do at lease once every 31 hours, plus eating etc. So Santa's sleigh must be moving at 650 miles/second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a pokey 27.4 miles/second. A conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles/hour. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If every one of the 91.8 million homes with good children were to put out a single chocolate chip cookie and an 8 ounce glass of 2% milk, the total calories (needless to say other vitamins and minerals) would be approximately 225 calories (100 for the cookie, give or take, and 125 for the milk, give or take). Multiplying the number of calories per house by the number of homes (225 x 91.8 x 1000000), we get the total number of calories Santa consumes that night, which is 20,655,000,000 calories. To break it down further, 1 pound is equal to 3500 calories. Dividing our total number of calories by the number of calories in a pound (20655000000 / 3500) and we get the number of pounds Santa gains, 5901428.6, which is 2950.7 tons. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized Lego set (2 lb.), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300lb. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see #1) can pull 10 TIMES the normal amount, we cannot do the job with 8, or even 9, reindeer. We need 214,200. This increases the payload - not counting the weight of the sleigh - to 353,430 tons. This is four times the weight of the ocean-liner Queen Elizabeth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles/second creates enormous air resistance. This will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as a spacecraft reentering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them and create deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within .00426 of a second. Meanwhile, Santa, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250 lb. Santa, being very conservative in terms of guessing Santa's weight, would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 lb. of force. If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; A Merry Christmas to one and all!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry christmas! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-6728010473275687505?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6728010473275687505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=6728010473275687505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/6728010473275687505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/6728010473275687505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/t-he-t-ruth-about-s-anta-after-much.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-5937468204416143517</id><published>2006-12-26T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T13:15:21.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i managed to dig into my uber uber old blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments in ( )&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      What a joyous day we had. No fart spray and basically no lessons today&lt;br /&gt;(i miss the fartspray!! where issit now?)&lt;br /&gt;woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the opening PoD was bullshit and i cannot believe how stupid the solutions for the riddles were. I felt left out and lost when Yanhan, Paul and John knew all the answers with me wondering how the hell is a sandwich deliberately left on the bus by the wife so that it would land on the hands of her husband who is a lost and found owner.&lt;br /&gt;(haha i rmb that)&lt;br /&gt;LA A was dharmabal again and i really loathe those lectures&lt;br /&gt;(HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Chem was the winner today. Being the chem rep, i forgot to write the report. no it's more like i didn't know i had to write a report. Then luckily LCM didn't see me. My design for my cover page oso genna criticised and compared to "hairy apparatus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you in art class? You look very artistic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must thank him for that compliment&lt;br /&gt;(i like the cover page. hairy test tubes. heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had free periods after chem. First we had douoble recess, followed by double geog. and so we played soccer and i feel damn shiok when we played soccer coz the ruggers played quite aggressively and we thought we were going to lose but SUm was really very 'on' today. i was ok and i think we won. I have to attribute this to John, Yanhan, wayne, John Wang, Wesley, janesh (???), Sum and Paul Lee for this. I just felt very happy. the milo freeze was the icing on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHA sum was very "on" today)&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to class, tieh wasn't there and so Ying hao had 6 free periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C maths was... Free again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God we messed up the class like it was the "mongolian battlefield". We threw paperballs which were cellotaped and so it created a really loud noise when it hits the wall. OmG i feel erally great when i hit those people's arse esp. Jhan's. Shiok-a-lou-sai. The class was extremely polluted by noise and we even agitated the teacher who was walking pass the class.. Damn it was 6 periods of fun for us and 8 for Ying hao&lt;br /&gt;(i rmb this. mongolian battlefield)&lt;br /&gt;Best day for sec 3 life. I will miss it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slacked for the next few hours as i had MEP on wed and i had to rest softball coz if i get injured, tomorrow's concert would be a flunk. Spent time talking to Timothy and Played Metaliica with Jun Jie damn fark jun jie is super pro!!! he practically knows everything. I think this year's sec 4 batch is full of talent. Chen yi, dun hao, ricky, junjie, timothy my god they can like be a band that's so godly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar was ok. I screwed up the tremolo part argh freaking Edwin i kill you if you distract me again. and i'm not sitting front row.... argh... idiot Edwin bet is you sarbo me one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go home i really very tired. Hendra and Josh all starting the commonwealth essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to pull up my socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice i spelt metallica wrongly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-5937468204416143517?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5937468204416143517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=5937468204416143517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/5937468204416143517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/5937468204416143517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-managed-to-dig-into-my-uber-uber-old.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-3042641733353724740</id><published>2006-12-25T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T23:05:47.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xMas is almost over 1hour more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the first time in my 16 years that i had christmas with my grandparents, and even had a bit of cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u grandpa grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall make one wish for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that i can have a healthy heart when i enter IB in 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i' also want to openly admit i just learnt wat the X in Xmas meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah at sec 4 but not because of Xmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i saw the word "Xtina" so it set me thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-3042641733353724740?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3042641733353724740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=3042641733353724740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/3042641733353724740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/3042641733353724740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-is-almost-over-1hour-more-this-was.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-1700011594275337157</id><published>2006-12-22T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T11:15:34.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;a style="border: 2px solid black; padding: 5px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); display: block; width: 300px;" href="http://song2play.com/b/black_lodge-11130/more_kids_powwow_songs-34778/old_macdonald_had_a_farm-443706.html" target="_blank"&gt;Black Lodge - Old MacDonald Had A Farm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" src="http://song2play.com/play/song_443706.asx" type="application/x-mplayer2" autoplay="true" controller="true" showstatusbar="false" loop="false" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" height="45" width="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 3px 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://song2play.com/"&gt;Music Code provided by Song2Play.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know it's old macdonalds. i tot it was some japanese festive drum music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to amos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i totally agree. can cause mental breakdown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-1700011594275337157?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1700011594275337157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=1700011594275337157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/1700011594275337157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/1700011594275337157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/black-lodge-old-macdonald-had-farm.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-7104359463429450085</id><published>2006-12-21T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:17:09.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-7104359463429450085?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7104359463429450085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=7104359463429450085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/7104359463429450085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/7104359463429450085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-4011255698554055303</id><published>2006-12-16T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T22:42:16.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/p1f55b6d099dd45b6bb4f44a7ec866861/eb9a0f72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/p1f55b6d099dd45b6bb4f44a7ec866861/eb9a0f72.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;start of all crazy stuff! @ aloha loyang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/p3e3b3463639cf8c79bde1f8297ea659d/eb9a0f44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/p3e3b3463639cf8c79bde1f8297ea659d/eb9a0f44.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i liked thomas caption.&lt;br /&gt;"It means don't put stuff into Harold's mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/p23054ad6e3dc1bef03816b07f3039252/eb9a0efc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/p23054ad6e3dc1bef03816b07f3039252/eb9a0efc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/pdadf7eb1e154db8092e737e03971f969/eb9a0eef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/pdadf7eb1e154db8092e737e03971f969/eb9a0eef.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/p0197797127c8ad7d343f8ca86b817f80/eb9a0e70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/p0197797127c8ad7d343f8ca86b817f80/eb9a0e70.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;"everybody's so sexay"&lt;br /&gt;1st one keef playing with yibo i didn't even noe what twister was haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but next few games as long as i was beside thomas, my ass will be on his face HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/p4cb598894d136d52637f777c9d5afbd1/eb9a0ea6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/p4cb598894d136d52637f777c9d5afbd1/eb9a0ea6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! hahahaha happy to be the camerman. keef was made wet by the 3 musketeers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/p8fbbb1ef3f809ffedf0733030b8edf2f/eb9a0d46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/p8fbbb1ef3f809ffedf0733030b8edf2f/eb9a0d46.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;desperately trying to start a fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/p3185e8448b196963931565dbfeff6f61/eb9a0d55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/p3185e8448b196963931565dbfeff6f61/eb9a0d55.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thomas with harold's spects. thanks for the chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/p3e61dfa24bff9d2eca31abe7dfbc7574/eb9a0afd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid221/p3e61dfa24bff9d2eca31abe7dfbc7574/eb9a0afd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;night cycling! way too tired. 2nd day i slept. haha oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks once again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-4011255698554055303?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4011255698554055303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=4011255698554055303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/4011255698554055303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/4011255698554055303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/start-of-all-crazy-stuff-aloha-loyang.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-7082014914737055413</id><published>2006-12-15T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T13:33:14.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it really sounds so damn cliche but u can forget anything but your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflecting back, the 3D2N primary school gathering chalet was probably the happiest moment for this year. well probably because this is our first primary school class gathering chalet so we all are happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but bloody shagged at the same time. okay a few points about the class chalet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all my classmates are so different now! and the men have all become uber funny hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel only came on the second day so perhaps there was too little time to adjust to his new look but for 4~5 times i tot he was a complete stranger la. haha. i'm relaly sorry dude i liked the moment when i naturally said without hesitation. "hi shaun" to you haha. Shaun also grew so tall.. he's the 2nd tallets now right? only shorter than harold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls also changed a lot. well it's 4 years since i meet everybody. eunice never change la HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GUYS! so bloody funny! anything can be a damn joke haha. hwachong has like a totally different culture compared to us la. anything that's funny they will laugh it out. well probably this was a chalet that we can do crazy stuff but from the 3 days i think they do that in school too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to prove this?&lt;br /&gt;start a fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we needed a fan to ignite a fire. so i tot "what had a big surface area?" keef and hongshen all started to use the various scrap cardboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;. and i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let's use that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo lol the whole chalet went crazy over it la i only have one picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NeOjA25CQZc/RYIsrDDR2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjA5MrDKQ7o/s1600-h/DSCF0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NeOjA25CQZc/RYIsrDDR2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjA5MrDKQ7o/s320/DSCF0820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008614853654469218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YES we used the banana leafs (or sth with those huge leafs). haha we TOTALLY look like clowns. my camera is super old and bad so a lot of pictures in thomas' (holding leaf) camera.  send over! haha thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa the best was we used the "cai dao" and it was new and sharp so it chopped the stem like tofu  and had that distinct "toooook" sound haha uber funny la we were all laughing when it was  chopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funniest was still tryin to synchro 3 ppl fanning the fire together. and it was raining (thanks to keef's prediction of "NEVER have the BBQ on the 1st day! coz it will always rain") so the leafs were rather moist and keef was attendin the BBQ so he got splattered from 3 sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BISHY BASHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not many played arcade but those who played arcade it was DAMN fun because we had BISHY BASHY! the machine probably would be crying if we go and play again haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WATER GAME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably tot it would be a bit like our kluang LDP in january but it was SO much more fun haha AND torturous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure u all know the game, it's just the matter of variation. if u do not fulfil the conditions of a certain card, forfeit would be half a cup of plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey dun say WUSS yet. half a cup is fucking lot if you are like hongshen or thomas. they drank like more than 100 half-cups if we total up the 2 games we played. i probably drank only half of what they drank, or perhaps less and i was already feeling unwell. i heard hongshen puked in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the interesting part of the game was if u drew a '2' u have the freedom to set any rule, except of course improvising/overwriting an existing rule. so one of the rules were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no chinese allowed. including the english word 'chinese' (inclusive of all dialects)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waa haha "meng" "hiong" "lanjiao" "suay" "simi?!" all = halfcup (i kena the last one haha sorry too used to it)and the hwachong students! esp hongshen who was like chinese background. poor thing haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that everyone was saying their piss was cleaner then mineral water HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freedom of vulgarities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. it was like a cultural clash la. on one side we have ACS who have students who dislike ppl who swear and conversations are often clean. and &lt;i&gt;ON THE OTHER HAND!&lt;/i&gt; we have hwachong and RI whcih features student that as short as 30 seconds "fuck" comes out of someone's mouth. haha it's uber free la haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also adds colour to the water game. one of the pre-set rules were. no vulgarities. YEAH hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm uber tired. my eyes can't see the computer screen well but i want to bookmark this, coz i realy feel so happy. perhaps talk more about everything later if thomas sends over the pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i finally get to BATHE properly&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i have a new set of clothes&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad my bed is beside me (6 beds for 15 ppl farkkk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks 6G! i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-7082014914737055413?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7082014914737055413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=7082014914737055413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/7082014914737055413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/7082014914737055413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-really-sounds-so-damn-cliche-but-u.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NeOjA25CQZc/RYIsrDDR2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjA5MrDKQ7o/s72-c/DSCF0820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-7462352182592927180</id><published>2006-12-11T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:02:16.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Paul Lee has gone to Australia&lt;br /&gt;John Foo has Church Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i left my guitar at paul lee's house! besttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking very very slowly, we are going to yr 5, big Junior College Students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know why ppl always rate sec 4 as their best year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J1, yr 5 does sound nasty. it's like.e one more step to university, one more step to society. no more play time.  at least when we wre at sec 4, we are still 2 more steps away from society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-7462352182592927180?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7462352182592927180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=7462352182592927180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/7462352182592927180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/7462352182592927180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/paul-lee-has-gone-to-australia-john-foo.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116548298237656029</id><published>2006-12-07T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T17:19:29.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i kope from doha website one.. quite coool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="375"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.doha-2006.com/swf/sports/softball.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.doha-2006.com/swf/sports/softball.swf" width="560" height="375"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116548298237656029?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116548298237656029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116548298237656029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116548298237656029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116548298237656029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-kope-from-doha-website-one.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116541216500005328</id><published>2006-12-06T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:36:05.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Can World's Strongest Dad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/f4B-r8KJhlE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/f4B-r8KJhlE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;From the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strongest Dad in the World [From Sports Illustrated, By Rick Reilly] Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really really touched&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116541216500005328?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116541216500005328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116541216500005328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116541216500005328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116541216500005328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/can-worlds-strongest-dad-from-video.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116524839823992302</id><published>2006-12-05T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:06:38.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;**plxe** i see you lying next to me, with words i thought i'd never speak, awake and unafraid, asleep or dead.. says:&lt;br /&gt;if got 1000 me in the crowd, the crowd will be very happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116524839823992302?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116524839823992302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116524839823992302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116524839823992302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116524839823992302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/plxe-i-see-you-lying-next-to-me-with.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116507582152921039</id><published>2006-12-02T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T00:10:21.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's december already!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2838/786/1600/519993/IMG_5244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2838/786/320/246618/IMG_5244.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;omg november is like the fastest month ever. first time i havent felt bored during school holidays for 4 years. its like gone in a breeze. omg. too much stuff to do. so much stuff until neglect kol liao. i like finding more and more excuses to miss kol. miss as in not playing that miss. first time i never have a single day of staying home for 1 month liao leh. except when people come play lor. go for lunch 1 hour counted anot? lol dunno larh. but at least days filled with boredom are so gone.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week went to meet mel, joshua, andre and shann for gathering lor. i think its great that we still keep in contact after so many years lor. since primary school took up like 6 years of our lives. anyway we ate at 'new york, new york'. ordered potato wedges for appetizer only hor, but the serving was huge. den ate some 'crazy dog' for lunch, which was a 12 inch hotdog lol. so long lor. 12 inch! spent much money too. after that we walk around for long long time window shopping until my leg tired liao. saw this shop selling nice stuff which were really nice. waha. den settled down at cafe cartel and took more pictures (so fun) and talked. i left the place at 11.20. my estimation so good, jus caught the last train at outram towards harbourfront lor. whee&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i bowled for the first time on wednesday with church people. so fun. i'm such a hypocrite kept insulting bowling last time cos i never play before. anyway i got 99 points and 78 points. first time lor, i had to ask ppl how to hold the ball. lol i have to use like the lightest ball lor. hold the rest hand like wan to die liao. i wan to go bowling more! ask me go!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the 2 cartoons open season and happy feet liao, and oh open season is funnier den happy feet. but the happy feet baby penguin is really cute lor. so cute.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus band concert is over too! its like so fast. yay incredibles and pirates.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colored my hair today.. mus sit on the chair for so long lor. scared ppl hate it now. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh and playing bluff is so fun. waha. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow i'm like paragraph=sentence now. cos no point to blog in detail people dun care about what u do in ur life one. other people tell me one larh. emo better arh? maybe next time. oh and matthew's back. our hiatus is over. time to jam! we have till 11 to jam as many times as we can before i leave for australia. lets do so!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause the hardest part of this.... is leaving you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116507582152921039?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116507582152921039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116507582152921039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116507582152921039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116507582152921039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-december-already.html' title='it&apos;s december already!?'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116481841065370231</id><published>2006-11-30T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T14:37:42.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYE JAPAN! 日本&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, a bit of reflection in japanese. still seek to improve it nonetheless (skip if you want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;この2週間日本に来て、充実の生活とはいえないけど、なんと言っても山の中の明徳に住むより良かったです。さすがの銀座、都会の都会だ。もちろん、シンガポールの友達にはカワイ女の子を見に行ったんだろうといわれた。正直に言うと女の子がとってもカワイかった。でも何よりも印象に残ったのは、外側の美しさでなく、内側の心がシンガポールの人々たちよりよっぽどきれいだ思います&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;この18日間とても楽しく過ごしました。消費も記録を破りました＾～＾&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;お父さん、どうもありがとうございました！来年もヨロシク。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to english! so the last day was.. err. work again hahaha but before that. some final photos of japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/873837/DSC00192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/384971/DSC00192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah the cd shop near my house! and the game shop of course. mostly games, even allowed u to try the newest Wii by nintendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/174129/DSC00189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/846766/DSC00189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the feng family visited us on the last day wow surprising that's jonathan and jennifer on the left. both are going fo uni at the same time when jennifer is like 3 years younger hehe lol thanks to army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/777492/DSC00190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/574487/DSC00190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hmm so the 3 ppl together now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/281976/DSC00188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/716647/DSC00188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh so this is the (original) yoshinoya from japan haha. the beef bowl in singapore is too small! haha. well about the same price or so you get ths. the sukiyaki set meal. consists of (from clockwise) beef, raw egg, picked vegetables, miso soup, and rice! well rather balanced, but i chose to omit (once again) the pickled vegetables hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/284795/DSC00187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/234022/DSC00187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the menu board. wooden one lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/212456/DSC00186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/535402/DSC00186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ah there was this REALLY nice christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/915856/DSC00191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/267879/DSC00191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and of course the christmas mood in ginza is rather good haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/855725/DSC00193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/328299/DSC00193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this was at the train stations. i mean it's very entertaining at least! haha captivated me for quite long haha. those cars were simply moving up and down but the mechanism was relaly good considering it's so simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/119270/DSC00194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/475363/DSC00194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch = last sushi feast! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/14772/DSC00195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/209165/DSC00195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm there are 28 sushi(s). i don't know how to name them but i try my best! hhhaha from left (in pairs)...&lt;br /&gt;1st row&lt;br /&gt;chuu toro (medium toro), maguro (tuna), shake (salmon)&lt;br /&gt;2nd row&lt;br /&gt;karei(i dunno the english name), amaebi(sweet prawns), ika (squid)&lt;br /&gt;3rd row&lt;br /&gt;negitoro(minced tuna), uni (sea urchin), ikura(salmon eggs)&lt;br /&gt;last row&lt;br /&gt;unagi (yes, eel), tamago (egg), magurom maki (tuna roll), kappa maki (cucumber roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i mean i really don't know which ones are nice. but please do not eat the chuutoro first (or if u are rich enough, oo-toro, meaning big toro), you probably lose ur appetite for the rest haha the toro is a must try. amaebi too and of course the UNI! haha damn nice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if u want relaly really fresh sahimi (sushi), go to tsukiji築地 it's somewhat like the fishmarkets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and there's this very interesting story that the bidders for the particular fish draw their bids on the dealer's palms and thus the dealer gives the fish to the highest bidder. Sort of like the auctions, just that your identity will not be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/770357/DSC00200.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/666283/DSC00198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/417417/DSC00198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the sparkling eggs yum yum hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/564395/DSC00199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/799547/DSC00199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the sea urchin! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/321660/DSC00203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/46955/DSC00203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after that we went out. and got this uber huge and tall skyscraper region. and these buildings like magic like that, all use the same flourescent lamps haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/621905/DSC00201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/789523/DSC00201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last day i get to play in the office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/978227/DSC00206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/99654/DSC00206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh my father had tgo secretly take this photo hehehe, yes palm reading haha. the customer also looks very engrossed lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/602828/DSC00207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/43794/DSC00207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this one also have to secretly take in case that geisha slap me hahaha no la i dun think she's a geisha but anyway the kimono was nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/388238/DSC00205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/993175/DSC00205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nice tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/989165/DSC00209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/868102/DSC00209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i don't know how to explain this. hanging on the many threads inside were small plates of reflective metal and somewhat from far it looks like fishes diving in with the glitter of light haha aiya this i also dunno how to explain hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/441550/DSC00208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/152364/DSC00208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; forgot where's this. never mind hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/382393/DSC00210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/507620/DSC00210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh soi just tot it was interesting that there was a way they prevent us from making the pedal dirty. i hardly see davis do this -&gt; they dont't allow ppl to try the pedals. (eh sorry maybe i just dun go ur shop too often hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/734823/DSC00214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/603104/DSC00214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yay so now the tetsuya crew starts work! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/604373/DSC00213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/455928/DSC00213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; still working! no la actually we sortta finished at this time haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/210375/DSC00212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/11327/DSC00212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had to rush to airport the next day, but then the airport transport was rather near my father's officed, so i stayed over with my father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/472415/DSC00211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/239484/DSC00211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the foundationso of the bed quite ccool la haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway back in singapore. feels great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course i will certainly miss my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sushi&lt;br /&gt;and the maguro (tuna)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116481841065370231?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116481841065370231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116481841065370231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116481841065370231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116481841065370231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/bye-japan-first-bit-of-reflection-in.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116461083880267665</id><published>2006-11-27T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:00:38.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd was REALLY really strange. today also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i got this really weird dream of me and john foo sitting on the floor. Both of us had an apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i guess "apples" appeared due to our argument over my analogy of big apple doesn't mean sweeter than small apples, yea john u noe la rite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he was tossing his apple. and later he snatched my apple, and juggled with it. i probably was in awe (i can't rmb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(probably came from James Potter juggling his snitch while Peter Pettigrew was in awe (Harry potter in the pensieve) in prisoner of azkaban)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i snatched it back (probably wanting to eat the apple)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton and shaowei sat down beside us later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gregory lim (why him ah) came in his scout uniform. and asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why u steal his apple?"&lt;br /&gt;"it's my apple u bastard"&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;"u swear in front of me? u dare swear in front of me?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes"&lt;br /&gt;"i report you, to the police"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and instantaneously, a  letter arrived from the police HQ, and my status in that letter was "arrested"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were very untidily scribbled handwritten words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"5 strokes of the cane&lt;br /&gt; 3 melody strokes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(melody strokes?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gregory lim "meaning u get to sing the 3 strokes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(what?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's me getting 5 strokes or 8 strokes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway whatever the case, i'm going to prison! i'm gonna be jailed! and going to have at least 5 strokes! just because i took back my apple from john!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalton said "haha, we just sat down here and we got nothing haha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i mean, if u sat down there and do nothing, of course u get nothing! lol everything in my dream is weird la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to run away with john, as far away as possible, and i landed up in the clouds. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and justice will be done, so say the righteous. so i landed up in prison in the end (it's like, cutting away the most exciting part of the police chasing me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only took notice of how the pain would crash down on me when i was roughly pushed into a room where there was a ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dream was again fastforwarded to a place where there are musical caravans travelling on the broad roads of spain. the music that was being played was fur elise. so i somehow could change the song, coz i think it's some sort of festival. so i pushed the other buttons. the music remained as it was but grew louder. SO LOUD until i woke upp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ringing alarmingly loud was the telephone beside my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tot the melody strokes part was funny. melody strokes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116461083880267665?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116461083880267665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116461083880267665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116461083880267665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116461083880267665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/ytd-was-really-really-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116443913823263578</id><published>2006-11-25T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T15:19:57.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i promised my father not to blog today because he did something in exchange which i almost went so happy until i jumped in the train. Nevermind he's teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father finally started to read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the davinci code&lt;/span&gt;, yea but he's reading the chinese version and keeps asking "is Sigh-la-si(silas) impt in the story or not" and "lang-dun(langdon) doesn't sound like a symbology professor". and he also asked about Opus Dei. err i just told him "ning ke xing wei you, wu ke xing wei wu". he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read the book trusting all the so called "facts" in it. How bout u ppl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i just briefly tell about negative pts of Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) really really dirty&lt;br /&gt;they dispose waste as freely as they spit on the streets. it's not 1 lump but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; lumps of garbage and sometimes it's not 1 lump but 1 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mountain-sized&lt;/span&gt; lump of garbage. and i was there when it rained so there was like sewer on the streets you walk on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) really really no manners beggars&lt;br /&gt;yea most will think they are the scammers on the streets but oh right, i'm very not the "yea-get-away-from-mee-you-filthy-beggar" type. i don't know how to reject the beggar so like my father walked from the beggar's front while i walked the beggar's back. wa liddat still must chase me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i daoed him then he scold me o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i walk back the same route, met the same beggar, and beg me again -_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my father say if he talk nonsense you talk back nonsense la, so he set me an example on the next beggars (loads of beggars on that streets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in chinese) "can gimme some money can..."&lt;br /&gt;dad               "WA GSIYGW SEIU SG IYG" (in a sing-song manner and sway his arms on the road)&lt;br /&gt;beggar          "(pause for a while) siao one ah that guy hehehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beggar actually laughed! omgg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz my father say you dao him they think that u damn action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy&lt;br /&gt;3) cyclists/drivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brake also brake before hand la. dunno how to brake one, then all the bicycles are like 80s second hand bikes, the noise from the brakes are like KIKIKIKIIIIIIIIKIIIIII. wa, ear-piercing. no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the bus drivers, u want to honk that car, honk for 1 time pls, don't honk the whole stretch of road. first time in my whole life i sweared so instantaneously lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea just these few pts la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; if you ever see the jaywalkers, just go with them they are damn skillded lol haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in japan, got one drunk 50yr old jap guy was standing beside us on the train (packed train)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were pointing at the navigation map of a commercial, my father wanted me to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then that old guy nudged me Old guy=O dad=D me=M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: dame (cannot)&lt;br /&gt;D,M: ??&lt;br /&gt;O: dame, kono kaisha damasarechau (don't, will get cheated by this company one) (cross sign with fingers)&lt;br /&gt;D,M: oh&lt;br /&gt;D: (all in jap) but this company got lawyers leh&lt;br /&gt;O: so? all cheaters one, don't go&lt;br /&gt;M: ahaha&lt;br /&gt;O: who's that, ur son?&lt;br /&gt;D: yes yes&lt;br /&gt;O: how old?&lt;br /&gt;M: 16&lt;br /&gt;O: 16? so tall (japs are a bit short la hehe), haha taller than me leh!&lt;br /&gt;M: haha thank you.&lt;br /&gt;O: is he ur natural father?&lt;br /&gt;M: ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;O: ORH, you bought him ah! (looks at dad)&lt;br /&gt;D: hahaha (never reply)&lt;br /&gt;O: you bought him right, wa lieu 16 yr old boy eh, what is he doing nwo&lt;br /&gt;D: haha working for me&lt;br /&gt;O: working?! never go sch. what is this? waste of resources.&lt;br /&gt;D: haha ( a) he doesn't know we are foreigners b) he tot i was a local and i would of course go to school)&lt;br /&gt;O: wa lieu liddat u like the North Koreans, go and buy and sell kids on the streets like vegetables like that&lt;br /&gt;D,M: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;M: no la, he's my father, and he never abuse me&lt;br /&gt;O: abuse?! wat?&lt;br /&gt;D: haha (couldn't hear)&lt;br /&gt;M: ahh, my father his left ear got some problems&lt;br /&gt;O: (tugs his suit VERY HARD) like that can hear right&lt;br /&gt;D: (never respond) (a bit pissed i think haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(arriving soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: you better not sell him ahh&lt;br /&gt;D: haha won't la&lt;br /&gt;M: he's a nice oyaji (papa)&lt;br /&gt;O: later like the north koreans&lt;br /&gt;D: haha the jimintou (自民党, the PAP of japan, quite authoratative, not many ppl like them now haha) cheat u one la, all the selling of kids and all these&lt;br /&gt;O: oh jimintou! the bastards, bad bad bad. (lol didn't even noe what he is talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got off at the same stop, my father tell me move to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: better not sell him ah. ahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol my father tot there was a thief behind this. use a drunk man to distract us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tot he mite just follow us and go to our house and kill us or what haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116443913823263578?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116443913823263578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116443913823263578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116443913823263578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116443913823263578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-promised-my-father-not-to-blog-today.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116428441335683145</id><published>2006-11-23T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:20:13.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before i left, i small my cousin's primary school photo as a winner of the photo contest (issit?) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/944702/DSC00079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/327603/DSC00079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's a traditional sport between red and white. nationwide, houses are divided as red and white, only. so the competition is rather fierce, coz there's only 2 teams! haha my cousin is "white" and this event is to see who snatches the hat first. wow haha i don't recall having thsi kind of fun games back in p5 haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/763783/DSC00081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/507244/DSC00081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she's sec 3 now, with her younger sister, p6. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/774894/DSC00084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/34108/DSC00084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so off we go! took a cab to the airport train station. the cab had chargers for those who had dying batteries hehe, considerate taximen =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/852797/DSC00086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/496552/DSC00086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahh this is tokyo station, O_O so many lines..... and this is not even the biggest station yet, i can imagine the tube in london will be like #9823#$('"#&amp;%?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/281044/DSC00082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/223458/DSC00082.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh the route i walked to the train station was nice, now everything turned yellow or red. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/962192/DSC00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/181877/DSC00091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the escalators allowed carts. okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/371521/DSC00092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/119233/DSC00092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha, "ban on the import of shanghai crabs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well those crabs are really strong in the seas, so they mite fight the jap crabs, and so it'S a gamble if u let them in la, coz if u import them, u get delicious shanghai crabs, but at the cost of losing ur native crabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironic that i'm going to shanghai to eat some yummy =P lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/711936/DSC00093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/575304/DSC00093.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hungryy.. then the tea so hot, both of u took damn long to take open the lid lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/936321/DSC00097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/487061/DSC00097.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i ddin't know got such a tab, i tot it'S a button. silly me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/126363/DSC00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/905258/DSC00101.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;reached the airport! ahaha so my father had this story of leaving behind his 2 huge parcels of marlboro cigarettes, then he got into such a temper until now, i still remember what happened then at this "baggage inquiries" area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, during immigration, most countries (i think all countries) would put (if china) China residents: this way, and foreign citizens: that way. so he thought for a while, and joined the chinese ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for now, we are china citizens"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehe good joke, then after a while can hear the chinese immigration officers saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this way please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/780530/DSC00108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/836733/DSC00108.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the plane food was not filling, so decided to visit convenient stores. Then stephanie was on the bottles o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/201174/DSC00107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/237884/DSC00107.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and if that wasn't enough, the packets also had her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/225233/DSC00109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/356397/DSC00109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when paying up, we saw this, i don't really know the english name for this coz i have yet to see one in Singapore. You pay a small price and you get to eat one of those. Eggs were at 0.70RMB (14cents).nicee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/32375/DSC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/483952/DSC00110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;go home and eat..&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/731121/DSC00112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/560720/DSC00112.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/418180/DSC00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/577039/DSC00113.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WA-HA-HA, paul lee and paul chu, ur favourite phrase on the stores lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/374931/DSC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/366122/DSC00115.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;crossed the bridge with my grandfather, he was my tour guide for that day. apparently it was a bridge built by the british after the opium war. (after the treaties etc.etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/694648/DSC00116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/348413/DSC00116.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wa my grandfather must be a really boring person, bring me to a park! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/599782/DSC00117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/145699/DSC00117.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;park got sth like this which i totally don't know who he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/642610/DSC00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/568333/DSC00118.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wa sian, rainnnn, mistyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/571037/DSC00120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/382267/DSC00120.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so we walked out, nth much to see in the rain. they say like for 1and a half mths never rain liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. there's a liquor shop beside a secondary school. NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/768490/DSC00121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/839674/DSC00121.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bus stops were rahter simple, no shelter, no seats (thank the singapore gahmen haha) and they had additional signboards, don't swear ahhh. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/239815/DSC00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/529058/DSC00119.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was where my mother once worked at. some broadcasting station. yadda yadda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/82346/DSC00129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/152802/DSC00129.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so we went to (another) park, but it's more interesting, it's 鲁迅 or 魯迅 (in japanese in case cannot read the chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lu xun park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/826669/DSC00144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/644028/DSC00144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;maple here, maple there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/222292/DSC00137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/929988/DSC00137.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before we entered the museum, my grandfather brought me to some kind of old chinese shows,&lt;br /&gt;yes i initially tot it was those boring shows! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all the grandfather mother all point at me, like... why wud a 16 year old listen to this kind of shows? right? yea so it was sort of awkward, keep being claled "sho bi seh" (slang for little tyke) and one guy even said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haha the actors must have new blood, didn't realise the audience has a new generation too! hahahahah" and fellow folks laughed... uhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/299138/DSC00133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/972059/DSC00133.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but all in all it was very enjoyable, the actors were YOUNG ppl at least, so that induced some interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/451948/DSC00134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/528199/DSC00134.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the guy is a really funny actor la, i only understood 20% of what they said, all was spoken in "suzhou" dialect. coz it resembles a bit of shanghainese, so i understood a tad bit. they play music someimtes to liven up the stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qu6ph4EHQfk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qu6ph4EHQfk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a small part of the skit. haha i wished i understood a bit more haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it wasn't boring, it was worth the time for that small bit of experience =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/490648/DSC00131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/772065/DSC00131.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so here we go! the museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/603584/DSC00138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/652759/DSC00138.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;main gate got one sculpture liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/40134/DSC00139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/752316/DSC00139.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can't read, later my father say it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"leer the ppl who are evil&lt;br /&gt;care for the right ones like how a cow breastfeed its calf"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. sounds... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/679866/DSC00142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/3341/DSC00142.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha law-abiding officers. don't allow me to take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too late! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/420574/DSC00147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/914438/DSC00147.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/41800/DSC00148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/827012/DSC00148.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the two trees are supposedly planted by his sons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the night life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/422907/DSC00152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/381663/DSC00152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sugar cane! so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/4826/DSC00153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/471182/DSC00153.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahh the china jaywalkers are like 10 times more proed than us. so big road  with like 3 intersecting roads, and still jaywalk under red light some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/208634/DSC00161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/884962/DSC00161.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the MRT, clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/674004/DSC00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/274752/DSC00162.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the taxis! hahaha can read the words? kind of funny that the passengers check on the driver's manners lol haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/779201/DSC00151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/269128/DSC00151.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahh! the nightlife, dancing in public! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/609112/DSC00163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/313143/DSC00163.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;day 3. the 3 musketeers (from left: 3rd auntie, 2nd auntie, "lao da" 1st auntie). Quarrel x3! wa sibei loud. my father say never mind la, they always quarrel one haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologize on behalf to all teh passengers on this bus haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/924351/DSC00165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/855453/DSC00165.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha after all they are still sisters, quarrel for fun one. lunch @ steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come only we all don't have the tick-ur-choice system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/493685/DSC00167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/972011/DSC00167.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3rd auntie (chequered clothes) likes it hot. i like hot too! haha so we take the spicy one, 2nd and laoda took the non-spicy one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/173772/DSC00168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/396383/DSC00168.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MAKAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa it was blardy hot i tell u. those going to china, don't take the hot ones, they are blardy hott. and if u ever kena the spices arh,  die la it's like punishmentt haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/400942/DSC00169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/272677/DSC00169.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after lunch, the 3 aunties brought me to, an ancient town..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/787508/DSC00170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/945117/DSC00170.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think i came here before, but yea still go la quite fun, bought a pair of gloves, coz it was getting too cold haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are many stores selling mutton. so if u come here, comb through the whole town for the best mutton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/353316/DSC00171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/211906/DSC00171.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RAIN! but nice willow trees,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/666005/DSC00172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/712326/DSC00172.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst food on earth. wa sibei strong smell. no choice. had to quarrel with the 3 aunties, all force me to eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/367600/DSC00173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/379160/DSC00173.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dinner! we went to buy books before that. cheap la, china is cheappp. but at the price of so much resources being wasted. anyway once again the 3 aunties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/37248/DSC00175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/162864/DSC00175.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with my father. the order should be 4, 2, 1, 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa my father tell me he was the youngest. trick me haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/212725/DSC00174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/923023/DSC00174.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the 3rd auntie's daughter. 18 yrs old liao, studying for University, wa uber mugger la, before dinner even studying chem,. haiya no choice, later we all go IB also must mug. but J1 is reserved for playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right? (my father slapped me haha,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/610722/DSC00177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/605797/DSC00177.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shanghai crabs. yummayy =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/381630/DSC00178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/975130/DSC00178.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back in the hotel. then the fridge wasn't working, so anyway the water from the tap was rather cold, so... haha makeshift method la, rather dumb, but the tour guide told us that tapwater wasn't potable, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/310941/DSC00180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/201161/DSC00180.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back at the airport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UEoLdezdv84"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UEoLdezdv84" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 16 yr old kids having fun at the airport with the trolleys! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol it was damn stupid la but really got nth better to do for 1 hour haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/1600/716784/DSC00183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5833/2631/320/342836/DSC00183.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just as i tot everything would be fineeeeeee...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father had batteries-like metal in his mega-bag. aiya search search. almost got late, then got VIP buses for us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kena the leers by the passengers, so late paiseh ahh haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back now. will tell more about what exactly happened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116428441335683145?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116428441335683145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116428441335683145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116428441335683145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116428441335683145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/before-i-left-i-small-my-cousins.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116420298456536133</id><published>2006-11-22T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:43:04.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm currently in Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloggin soon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116420298456536133?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116420298456536133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116420298456536133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116420298456536133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116420298456536133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-currently-in-shanghai.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116392116122973430</id><published>2006-11-19T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T15:26:01.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY 6 &amp; 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my battery went dead during the transfer of photos so decided not to blog anyway haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's finally a WEEKEND TOKYO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which didn't mean i got the right to go crazy but still, i did some really silly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father left for work early, and i realise i got no money to board the trains. uhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00056.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00056.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i digged out his whole treasure of wallets and still it did not had a single note except for the uber rare 2000 yen note (oh the currency in notes are mostly 1000, 5000 and 10,000. 2000 are somewhat like those $20 notes in singapore). i didn't dare touch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i searched my own wallet, also don't have, alamak. den i jammed all sorts of combinations on the phone to call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) admin b) dad c) someone for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admin was out and through c), i realised that the phone cannot call outside which means b) cannot work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised my wallet had old train passes O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one had 380 yen! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, but at the cost of 2 hours of searching lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;oh i just rmbed, at night the louis vuitton store had some really strange "eye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00055.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00055.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone tell me what issit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the weekend! so i took the train and without my dear papa's guidance i'm sort of lost at which exit to get out, haha well ginza it's sorta like the city hall MRT station, exits range from Funan the IT mall to esplanade, so i got out at somewhere very vey very far from the exit we usually get out from, but it was a blessing in disguise coz i get to enjoy one HUGE stretch of road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00057.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00057.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00062.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp as you can see it's a walking paradise lol. i think it's a way to boost the number of customers, hence the consumption rate, hence the economy yadda-yadda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00060.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00060.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nice lightings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00058.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00058.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so this the 5th street, and there was this huge crowd watching this cute kitty, at first i tot how did it reach up there so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;later i realised i walked the wrong way, and now there are 2 kittens, and that guy wants to put moree 0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00064.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00064.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but of course there are some routes for the cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh just forgot this is the so called most expensive place of land in teh whole world.. i don't know why haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then we walk hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00066.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taht's a police station, sleek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh so i decided to visit this 7 storey music store&lt;br /&gt;1st storey j-pop&lt;br /&gt;2nd storey western pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and while going up the escalator, wooohooo we see oasis ahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00069.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and there was this BIG SPACE reserved for il divo! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00070.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3rd storey classical music&lt;br /&gt;4th storey guitar&lt;br /&gt;5th storey Strings&lt;br /&gt;6th storey brass&lt;br /&gt;7th storey pianos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this tuning fork's so cute! ahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/guitar%20competition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/guitar%20competition.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i found this at the guitar level, wa i was expecting M.Gaspar or G.Balraj or CHEN YI's name, but haiya, so disappointed LOL haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maple trees, they turn red during autumn, really nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHH i managed to walk past their BIG apple store, the completely remastered iPod nano. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8 storeys? 9storeys? forgot last time i go there was still single digit storey. nonetheless, BIG! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116392116122973430?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116392116122973430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116392116122973430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116392116122973430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116392116122973430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-6-7-my-battery-went-dead-during.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116385864897943250</id><published>2006-11-18T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:07:17.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging for the sake of blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its been 1 week after IBA, which means back to school for band. sobs. so.. i have decided to blog now lor. IBA compared to band is so much more fun lor. considering now band is like 8 hours long also, i rather go for IBA. at least go IBA got people to talk to, and its rather fun also with all the things we get to do. sad ting was from the x-ray dey did for me, we found out my teeth got problem at the back. so i have to go back and do it one day. haiyo. can feel pain sometimes lor, but chups says its psychological. i dun think so lor i can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway days at band are really long and draggy in preparation for our concert on 30th november and 1st december. and its rather lonely too theres nobody to talk to. i really dun like to go. i havent even got my tickets to sell yet, however even if i did get my tickets i wont noe who to ask, probably nobody wants to go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i'm starting to feel the pinch of constantly eating out and spending more and more money. gone are the days where i only eat at kfc and macs, without average spending about 6-7 dollars?. ha now it has risen to average spending about 10 dollars everytime i eat out. starting to worry about spending money liao, a feeling which i havent felt till now. last was like spend den spend lor, now i think twice liao. subwayy!!! luv it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched casino royale on thursday. it was rather long, but i liked it a lot. especially the part where dey were playing poker. now i feel like playing poker also. wahaha. its looks so exciting. even thought there were much lesser flashy gadgets in this latest james bond film, the plot was really quite nice, and i thought it was really good larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had a horrible headache and felt really giddy. went to school for band once more, but came home early and slept from 12-6. i think i have been sleeping too late. aiyo. also been getting stomachahces like every other day, i really hate it lor. maybe i mus go see doctor liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'm in love with mcr. famous last words!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am not afraid to keep on living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am not afraid to walk this world alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honey if you stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing you can say can stop me going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bright lights are&lt;br /&gt;glowing bright at me&lt;br /&gt;These bright lights are&lt;br /&gt;glowing bright at me&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you lying next to me&lt;br /&gt;With words I thought I'd never speak&lt;br /&gt;Awake and unfraid&lt;br /&gt;Asleep or dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116385864897943250?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116385864897943250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116385864897943250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116385864897943250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116385864897943250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/blogging-for-sake-of-blogging.html' title='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116375907188858784</id><published>2006-11-17T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T18:28:30.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay as days go by the elementary and basic works becomes more or less complete, the touch up parts are really difficult, and it just makes u go really bonkers if you do not noe how to solve it, and there's no space for u to screammmm, like at home hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is a brief view of what JR i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Ginza's station, as you can see it has three lines. i think shinjuku has more. haha at night it turns really nice with all the lights and all/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha i secretly took this, i wouldn't dare stand up, put flash on, and take all the passengers right haha. so this is the trainn. there's no air con coz it's winter, but not too cold yet to turn on the heater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gagaga my father's messy apartment! well he was trying to stop me from taking this photo but too bad hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so today my lunch was THIS. well this is bento. although traditional bentos come in boxes, this comes from a convenient store so yeaa, it's packaged in a disposable plastic plate. that's (from right) salmon, fried fish fillet, and kamaboco（cooked fish paste) all at 390yen. alright it'S ex ($5.20) but considering it's from ginza yea it's fine already larh haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father say it was very inconsiderate of me to buy lunch for myself and thought i should be thoughtful enough to buy him bento too haha never mind, he has been partially influenced by the fish-crazy japs so he took the salmon bento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and silly me decided to buy salmon bento again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he didn't eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well rather nicely done rite, two of them look exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay this is one crazy scissors my auntie bought. yea it's a shredder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116375907188858784?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116375907188858784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116375907188858784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116375907188858784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116375907188858784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-5-okay-as-days-go-by-elementary.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116368450291106201</id><published>2006-11-16T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:41:42.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i did loads and loads of work.&lt;br /&gt;and dalton today argue with me so long about KOL. very tiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway here goes my dinner once again! (coz my father came back from his attachment and i got the camera back)(the dinner always seem a highlight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway before that my father talk about the &lt;b&gt;existence of God&lt;/b&gt; with the principal of the school he was attached. They are rather good friends. Actually i was the one who talked to him about the professor declaring that there was no God and the student asking him whether he had a brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here was the principal's response. He neither said Yes nor No he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"katsu sensei(Teacher Ge), you did not study finish ur secondary education, you went to work (due to cultural revolution), you went to work for 5 years and managed to get into University. After University, you went to work again, but u found work boring, so u went to finish ur Master's degree. You later even went to Japan, and later on Singapore, and later on came to our school (yea he worked there for 6 years at first), and now u are in Ginza."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this is all such a warped journey. what issit due to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(interrupted by me: this is all due to God. *laughs* both of us are not Christian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no, this is due to a special power that cannot be controlled by you, neither can it be controlled by God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is controlled by your wife"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha it's a bit of adult humour here but i found it rather humorous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is the infamous food coupons haha. can see?食券&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the machine. it's a bit too cute for a machine, but well the actual one doesn't have that funny waitress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father knew how to take out the cover but don't knwo hwo to put it back lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's the menu, 1) is bonito i don't know so many! 5 is raw oysters 7) is (according to the dictionary) horse mackerel 9 is some kind of normal mackerel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they use a red pencil and a paper. you tick ur menu, woah innovative style haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't know what to tick, and my father, who was like some kind of patron, and knowing ALL THE WAITRESSES AND WAITERS (sth wrong one)(well cannot blame him, all of them were china foreign students and they were here as part-time university students, very hard on them la haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the starting dishes. We talked so much on the principal's response until i couldn't eat properly. Bottom right hand corner is the raw mackerel (anti-clockwise), cooked tuna, and the seafood salad. yummmmmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till now haven't finish the mackerel, new dishes such as (bottom) tofu and (top) fried chicken (nice but not worth it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OKAY we still have 1 piece of mackerel and my main dish was up. but this was the GOOD one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that "rice set", inclusive of (another) grilled mackerel, raw egg, miso soup, rice, and some seaweed is only 250 YEN! cheap cheap. that's around $3.00.. ooh it'S really nice. Japan has a frenzy over fishes la. and it was really good until my father took away the tail and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i didn't dare touch the raw egg. I only mix it with the minced tuna, but my father go take the rice and mix it with it O_O i tot that was purely sick at first but yea it was yummy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;roll the seaweed and eat, nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father go buy ANOTHER main dish. too full liao, but oh well we ate until like 98% left and i say cannot liao. so we split into 2 portions and finished it. Picky me once again dumped most of the green pepper to the other side ahahaha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSC00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSC00042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so this is the store it's at 東京都中央区銀座二丁目&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun finding it's at the dark alleys but it's rather easy to find if you all want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy and good nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116368450291106201?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116368450291106201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116368450291106201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116368450291106201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116368450291106201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-4-today-i-did-loads-and-loads-of.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116357230659122083</id><published>2006-11-15T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T14:36:16.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY 2 CONTINUED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to take pictures! so not much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept over my auntie's house and woke up itching to use the piano, and the touch was really hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really doomed for the february concert so i'm gonna work REALLY EXTRA HARD when i go back singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yadda-yadda-don't-say-you-all-don't-believe-me-i'm-really-afraid-of-it-now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i need to train a bit too. come here 18 days don't train a bit afraid what shape i will be when i go back singapore. back there guys are still training and they have the bangkok overseas camp omg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked my auntie, who also go to work at the same office, to ride my bag along with her while i run to the train station. she say around &lt;b&gt;2km&lt;/b&gt; only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i run halfway i could not take it already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) i'm sry for being a bad runner&lt;br /&gt;b) it's &lt;b&gt;dry&lt;/b&gt;. really dry. i had phlegm in my mouth which could not be spitted out. It stuck to my mouth when i tried to spit out. it was REALLY really dry. so to those who are like going to colorado or the high plains of China and WANT TO TRAIN, hydrate urself pleaseee.this is just winter tokyo, not even america or china plateaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i just had lunch and my father left me for a countryside school for 2 days yesterday. He told me about an interesting story when he went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some restaurants use the system of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buying the coupons from a machine&lt;/span&gt;, with the menus presented outside. So there was this angmoh couple who don't know about this, and they just sat down at the table nearest to them, and waited for a waiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this interesting setting of the angmoh couple &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not understanding one single bit of japanese&lt;/span&gt;, and the japanese cooks &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not understanding one single bit of english&lt;/span&gt;. and my father was really good at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CHINESE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(well he can speak japanese well, but his english isn't good. ahh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my father eat halfway, he decided he wanted to help and so he pointed to the ticket machine when he went up to the couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"put the money here, and buy ur food"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they put the money and they were really surprised! woohoo. (please don't be like screaming "omg! that's really cool!" if u do go japan and be surprised about this coupon machine, because that's what the angmoh did, really loudly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so they purchased their food, but they couldn't get their change out. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;u have to press &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;another button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which is rather big, which has a huge "change" written on it, which is blinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after all this is all in japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay the logic here is, some customers want to add  more rice? one more egg? so they pay an extra 50 yen or so. This will be printed on teh coupon, so if there is enough money to buy one more side dish, they won't give u the change automatically unless u press the "change" button)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was again one long period of silence and staring. and my father committed his mistake here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"push here for the charge"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me the angmoh gave him a really funny stare which he felt even until today that it was rather embarassing haha. But he was the hero for that day la haha. The cooks and the angmoh all thanked him, esp the angmohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we are rather educated in English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's my turn to eat lunch and i was particularly interested in the 24hours convenient store cashier's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL FACE. &lt;/span&gt;haha not really la i was more surprised by her service attitude. Here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were around 5-6 salesmen waiting for their food to be served. and the first person who handed in the coupon hasn't got his food. he was the last salesman left in the end, with me. I haven't ordered yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so he saw his food and walked briskly to the counter and scolded the cashier for serving the food for being so late, and walked briskly out. the cashier's actions from here was really &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;saint-like&lt;/span&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said some really fluent and nice japanese and apologized with so much sincerity, and gave a really deep bow, although the guy just walked out without even looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's my turn, she did not hold the grudge any further (i was directly after that customer) and she gave an equally deep bow and (yes yes) said the nicest "arigatougozaimashita" and "mataokoshikudasaimase" (do come over next time), with not a hint of frustration due to the previous customer. i could only smile back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in comparison to the singaporean cashiers. ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116357230659122083?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116357230659122083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116357230659122083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116357230659122083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116357230659122083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-2-continued-i-forgot-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116349730773093038</id><published>2006-11-14T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:41:47.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY 1 (continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maguro&lt;/span&gt;(tuna) store. Anyway raw tuna is rather popular in japan. Do try it! it should be around 100yen ($1.40) for 2 pieces of maguro sushi. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sashimi&lt;/span&gt;(raw sliced fish) should be a bit more expensive, but of better quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSCF0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSCF0811.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so we walked down the sleazy dark alleys of tokyo and we decided to dine in in a rather small shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSCF0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSCF0812.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSCF0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSCF0813.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's an angmoh eating. If you can see on the red banners it has the words "shi chang" in chinese. In jap we read it as &lt;i&gt;maguro ichiba&lt;/i&gt;, meaning tuna wet market. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSCF0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSCF0814.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my first GODLIKE dinner of japan. Okay our spendings were RATHER BIG this tiem round (since my lunch was really bad). On the left is Grilled salmon rice, 680Yen and on the right is Hokkaido mixed rice. approx 900Yen.&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember how much the mixed rice was but my father asked for toppings so it was inclusive of +150yen. SO my mind cannot calculate that day so we just put a rough guage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salmon was normal, but the mixed rice was OOMPH. the mixed rice has a bright red topping: salmon eggs. you MUST try them when u come here. and (anti clockwise motion), crabs, mashed tuna (the pink one), some really huge scallops, and squid (the transparent one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the yum ones were the shredded crabs, scallops and the squid. the REALLY YUMMY ones were the salmon eggs and the MASHED TUNA. oh there's another way to consume the mashed tuna: break an egg and mix well but beware! some ppl might feel sick after eating it, but it's really really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the dinner. Really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/400/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i went to settle my (final) immigration details because i've reached 16. so they decided to give me a permanent card instead of a certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asked for 2 photos, but the machine can only print 6 photos, and each costs 100yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg so i'm left with 4 photos, and i just realised they look really awkward. Not my fault! coz the machine say can retake twice BUT did not say you can get to choose. You retake = you discard the previous ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to buy a new camera in this megastore and just look at the SINGLES japan has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSCF0815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSCF0815.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;シングル, that's the word for singles, it's the shelf that's protuding out. that's really mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70% of the album cover was girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSCF0816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/DSCF0816.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to eat dinner but this was a really nice sparkling gem store in Ginza. Ginza is the most expensive place in japan. There's Tiffany too etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i haven't eaten dinner. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116349730773093038?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116349730773093038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116349730773093038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116349730773093038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116349730773093038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-1-continued-ate-at-magurotuna.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116339344437860621</id><published>2006-11-13T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:50:44.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are probably a thousand and one lessons learnt from today's flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) never drink coke before the sleeping period on the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caffeine &gt; you. You cannot win caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) never bother to bother how other ppl feel if u lay down ur seat to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are the person in front would do likewise. So the domino-effect happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Never drink ur drink with ur eyes closed, no matter how tired u are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do try to open those lead eyelids. you will just spill it no matter what mastery u have for drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When someone asks u to help fill up his disembarkation card, do help him fill up and not point here point there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he will just ask the assistant after wasting so much of my time of me pointing here and there and here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Try to request for another blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just turns more and more and more cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) try to ask for more water from the stewardess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humidity according to the airplane is around 10%-20% as they recycle our air and inject oxygen. So water vapour becomes really sparse in the air. When i went to the train station, i drained the pocari sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) not orange or coke. They just make you yearn for more water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Take ur time during transit, there's absolutely no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are some bummer will come 1/2 hour late after u board the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) try not to have a high expectation on a brand new airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like our school. It was really bad when it started, with all the construction etc. and same thing for **** airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) On the japanese trains, don't even switch on your handphones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have the etiquette of not using the phones during train rides. there's a deadening silence on the trains. Even the schoolgirls whisper really softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(comparison to singapore, i can even hear uncles gwaffing out their asses at the UNDERGROUND train routes, tiong bahru etc,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Just don't of all things, drop something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) it's so quiet&lt;br /&gt;b) you get to have the honour of an old woman reminding you in a teenage girl's accent "you've dropped something!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12a) Don't make eye contact with the girls on the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still not willing to concede to the myth. Seriously they looked like pixies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12b) fashion sense is exotic among everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked like a chaoji ahpeh. Not just the normal ahpeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Grab any chance to qiong down the MRT stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their MRT is the JR (japan railways) of course they have various other partner lines but JR is supposedly the biggest line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush hour in japan is like a sea of black suits. All those commuters (and surprisingly no one makes noises once again. but it's relaly noisy this time, everybody is stomping their way out) are REALLY rushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But left me the the ahpeh with one 23.9KG suitcase, one 7 kg bag and one 2 KG bag. So i was waiting for the first wave to move out, the 2nd wave came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(one wave is only about 3min. but.... i didn't sleep etc. and i'm really tired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Don't go for the extra cheap meals, they are just pure suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One piece of chicken with rice and cabbage = 310YEN = $4.80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, come here, go for the standard ones. no point saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend all u want =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116339344437860621?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116339344437860621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116339344437860621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116339344437860621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116339344437860621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/there-are-probably-thousand-and-one.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116331810125078936</id><published>2006-11-12T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:22:22.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goodbye singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so there goes one year once again. it was fast and once again my annual visit to Japan comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the stereotype in most Singaporeans about Japan/Japanese is still rather shocking, from anything like food to the mindset of the girls/women down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because there's Kurara Chibana, doesn't mean that japan = kurara chibana. but i do know that Japanese ladies put in a hell lotta effort on their beauty; makeup, food, exercise, minimal contact of pollution (inclusive of their very own sweat on their face as they think it will mar their complexion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that probably equates to Japanese Girls &gt; singaporean Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i think i shall give a rundown on some of the interesting facts in Japan. All are rather personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; The entertainment shows are REALLY nice and funny to watch for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=plSfKHZZwZ4"&gt;example&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gathered the celebrities who laugh a lot during their sitcoms/show and ask them not to laugh at a typical English lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons include&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Marco polo&lt;br /&gt;2) Count from 1-100 in english&lt;br /&gt;3) say the Days in English (sunday, saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; "Who wants to be a millionaire" down there is really funny. coz he gives pressure but laughs a lot at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Food has a really wide range despite the so-not-multi-racial-society. Food's good too, but that leads to (next point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Prices are REALLY high. a cup of coffee at ginza (the very heart of tokyo)(not the clementi ginza) can reach $8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; there's a clear inadequacy of knowledge of western music. Good charlotte and simple plan are supposedly the "western model of pop". And yes R&amp;amp;B remains like some alien music. They favour melody over beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Breakdance is rather underground. You don't see dancers on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios singapore! will tell more about Japan when i reach there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116331810125078936?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116331810125078936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116331810125078936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116331810125078936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116331810125078936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/goodbye-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116317562244120935</id><published>2006-11-11T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T00:20:22.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/johnfoo/madamnase.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116317562244120935?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116316862927822055</id><published>2006-11-10T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:23:49.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when me and kenneth were picking fonts while doing a navigation map, there was a "sample" to each of the fonts so the array of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"sample"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"sample"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"sample"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"sample"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"sample"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"sample"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"sample"&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;i sort of started to skip the "s" and read it as "ample" and upon second look i started to dissect the word into "sam" and "ple"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow "ple" doesn't sound like a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus i began to feel the spelling of the world "sample" a bit awkward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPE = TamPinEs, not TaiPEi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116316862927822055?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116316862927822055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116316862927822055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/786/1600/DSCF0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/786/320/DSCF0149.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/786/1600/DSCF0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/786/320/DSCF0112.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/786/1600/DSCF0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/786/320/DSCF0115.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/786/1600/DSCF0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 218px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/786/320/DSCF0137.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:-).. yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116307977342926425?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116307977342926425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116307977342926425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116307977342926425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116307977342926425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/pictures-at-job-attachment-whee.html' title='pictures at job attachment..  whee'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116305654494861232</id><published>2006-11-09T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:15:44.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Will It Blend? - Extra Value Meal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/TSTWqRkBN74"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/TSTWqRkBN74" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;this is on the youtube frontpage  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that looks delicious yummy! hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is madness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116305654494861232?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116305654494861232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116305654494861232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116305654494861232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116305654494861232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/will-it-blend-extra-value-meal-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116305649501759519</id><published>2006-11-09T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:14:55.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Will It Blend? - Marbles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/3OmpnfL5PCw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/3OmpnfL5PCw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116299057481948712</id><published>2006-11-08T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T20:56:15.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;(Breakdance) Omar and Ronnie vs Physics and Hong 10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/VvCEQpbT-qY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/VvCEQpbT-qY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;haha it's fun to watch breakdancing once in a while haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116299057481948712?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116289966242226165</id><published>2006-11-07T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T19:41:02.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/400/friends.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/5618/pdvd0247xq.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/5618/pdvd0247xq.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay one is ashlee simpson, and one is anna faris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well either u are the observant one and can see anna faris, or (i suppose most) can see that ashlee is the one singing in her "boyfriend" video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i just want to say i was surprised to find someone so alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm very sure paul lee would want to watch just friends&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE MEP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116289966242226165?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116289966242226165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116289966242226165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116289966242226165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116289966242226165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-one-is-ashlee-simpson-and-one-is.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116274091336266530</id><published>2006-11-05T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T17:07:47.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha my father gave me one IQ question while he was reading his book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with  6 match sticks,  make 3  squares, no more no less .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u cannot use less match sticks/more match sticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can bend the match sticks twice only i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do try it before u click on answer. i did it and of course like all IQ questions u just simply go woohoo when u solve it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/matthewgeyichi/A.jpg"&gt;Answer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;Marge lets norah see sharon's telegram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do u read marge lets norah sees sharon's telegram backwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw paul lee's response to the palindrome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time. says:&lt;br /&gt;did u solve the matchstick oen&lt;br /&gt;**plxe** jealousy.anger.sadness.disappointment says:&lt;br /&gt;no gave up saw ur answer&lt;br /&gt;**plxe** jealousy.anger.sadness.disappointment says:&lt;br /&gt;i think my IQ 50&lt;br /&gt;time. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;time. says:&lt;br /&gt;did u read the thing backwards&lt;br /&gt;**plxe** jealousy.anger.sadness.disappointment says:&lt;br /&gt;how to read backwards&lt;br /&gt;time. says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;time. says:&lt;br /&gt;ur iq is 25 la&lt;br /&gt;time. says:&lt;br /&gt;can't even read it backwards&lt;br /&gt;**plxe** jealousy.anger.sadness.disappointment says:&lt;br /&gt;as in follow letters, or jus the word&lt;br /&gt;**plxe** jealousy.anger.sadness.disappointment says:&lt;br /&gt;u nvr specify whether letters or word&lt;br /&gt;**plxe** jealousy.anger.sadness.disappointment says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; time. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;time. says:&lt;br /&gt;so u read it backwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have just sent a Nudge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**plxe** jealousy.anger.sadness.disappointment says:&lt;br /&gt;how&lt;/blockquote&gt;after a while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**plxe** jealousy.anger.sadness.disappointment says:&lt;br /&gt;telelgram sharon's see norah lets marge?&lt;br /&gt;time. says:&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;time. says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;time. says:&lt;br /&gt;read by the letters! 12.5IQ la haha&lt;br /&gt;**plxe** jealousy.anger.sadness.disappointment says:&lt;br /&gt;margelet s'norahs ees haron stel egram?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116274091336266530?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116265476879486603</id><published>2006-11-04T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T14:13:41.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't knwo why i'm possessed by speed. Style does not really matter unless u bring in classical music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to be a technique-fanatic, to achieve the guitar nirvana:speed speed speed. Speed has more or less become an antidote to my poisoned addiction; it doesn't seem to wear off, it just seems to get worse. ironically, i cannnot czerny and hanon on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) a microphoned session&lt;br /&gt;b) class outing&lt;br /&gt;c) primary school get-together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) yr 5&lt;br /&gt;e) concert during february&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEP is sibei stressful..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116265476879486603?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116265476879486603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116265476879486603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116265476879486603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116265476879486603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-knwo-why-im-possessed-by-speed.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116256900934618727</id><published>2006-11-03T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T23:50:09.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee! I Love Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/786/1600/madamnasev1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/786/320/madamnasev1.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yayy.. 2 words. love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm at a place called vertigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116256900934618727?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116256900934618727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116256900934618727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116256900934618727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116256900934618727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/whee-i-love-us_03.html' title='whee! I Love Us'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116256872793810000</id><published>2006-11-03T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T23:48:43.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spaghettibookclub.com/user-image/17038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.spaghettibookclub.com/user-image/17038.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:25"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matthew Ge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spaghettibookclub.com/class.php3?class_id=852"&gt; in  Miss Coppeto's  1st Grade Class         &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;reviewed this book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;center&gt;          &lt;a href="http://www.spaghettibookclub.com/review.php3?review_id=8311"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-size:18%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pokemon: Pikachu in Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          by Tracy West (adapted by)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spaghettibookclub.com/user-image/17440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.spaghettibookclub.com/user-image/17440.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:avant garde;font-size:85%;"  &gt; We picked this book because it had good pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:avant garde;font-size:20;"  &gt;The story is about Pokemons in love. They have to catch a rare blue shuckle to get the special juice from the blue shuckle to help someone. It is hard to catch it. They try to catch it, but the juice is not inside. Will they get the juice? Read and find out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:avant garde;font-size:20;"  &gt;We like this book because the story was good. It was exciting because they needed to find the blue shuckle. We liked Ash because he is smart. He found the blue shuckle. Our favorite part was the end because they gave the shuckle to someone who needed medicine. He got better because the medicine helped him. It is a happy ending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:avant garde;font-size:20;"  &gt;We recommend this book to kids who like Pokemons because we want them to like this too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like you too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116256872793810000?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116256872793810000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116256872793810000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116256872793810000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116256872793810000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/matthew-ge.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116256326865023754</id><published>2006-11-03T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:14:28.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm getting tired as days go by. Time seems to be like a BIG siphon, filtering my energy mentally and physically. don't you ppl get tired too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know we probably ARE starting to grow. and our parents complaining they are tired. and i rmb they always say "it takes time to understand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they should probably say "wait for ur turn. time will come to u and make u tired"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our 4th session concluded with a bang. Thanks now. we will attempt pull me under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, MY policy (and i'm sure paul willl have different policies) of no green day and ashlee simpson still applies when coming to new songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no ashlee simpson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116256326865023754?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116256326865023754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116256326865023754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116256326865023754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116256326865023754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-getting-tired-as-days-go-by.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116247662101125423</id><published>2006-11-02T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:10:21.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hairy Potter and the Half-blood prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only bought it ytd and i read finish today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intriguing hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116247662101125423?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116247662101125423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116247662101125423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116247662101125423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116247662101125423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/hairy-potter-and-half-blood-prince-i.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116237726671977989</id><published>2006-11-01T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:52:33.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jvcmusic.co.jp/muraji/gallery/img/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.jvcmusic.co.jp/muraji/gallery/img/photo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/kaori2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/kaori2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/kaori.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/400/kaori.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here are my wishes if i had a daughter&lt;br /&gt;i would teacher her guitar when she is 3 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so she will be a talented and beautiful guitarist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BIG GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116237726671977989?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116237726671977989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116237726671977989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116237726671977989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116237726671977989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-here-are-my-wishes-if-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116228835163420435</id><published>2006-10-31T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:52:31.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm rather sad that the only times i can once again see my class as a whole is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(partial) MEP  exam&lt;br /&gt;(partial) jam @ paul's hosue&lt;br /&gt;(full/partial) class gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to miss my class, though i detest a selective few. i sincerely apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend who is currently in J2 asked me to reflect 10 groups that are nice to remember this year. coz after sec4 is the milestone of life. Something must be jotted down now. so here are my 10 most memorable groups with my class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madam nase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very short history, 3 sessions. i know we are only at the starting stage. But I love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As part of the cheering group for Deluge, Battle of the bands finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally went down to help Deluge in 1st audition, 2nd audition, soundcheck and finals. (okay i live near... but all the more must go down and support!). I think the 2nd auditions and the finals were the most memorable ones. we had mr daniel yew to support our class for 2nd audition and finals. we had a teacher to support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but dun wan to sit in front row ahhh! den only me and sengtiong screaming in front of them...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finals with + edmund + 4.12 Abel + school as a whole supporting Deluge = GOOD feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kluang Jaguars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh one of the worstttt groups, so muddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) bad tents&lt;br /&gt;b) bad toilet&lt;br /&gt;c) bad bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;(if we have no showerheads, it's bad. if we are forced to use river water, it's badder. What if the bacteria go into ur mouth or ur buttocks and u get stroke?! ahh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes to the 4.15 i counted wrongly i know only got 7 ppl i go count 8 ppl. and some more say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where's the 7th man?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry bench (John, Jhan, I)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jhan i know u hate titration. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we will all cherish the ester session. Pungent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(countless groups of) soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each game is equivalent to sweat sweat sweta but i love u ppl. It's u ppl that make the game so much more enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the front row from teacher's view (edmund, jhan, me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the enjoyable period (1st half of year) where i can talk at least but there was one time that i totally couldn't stand edmund coz he was so uber enthu! until i was like. "gahh suit urself, do ur homework i copy from jhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes jhan thanks for letting me lie down on ur lap when i'm boredd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The left row from teacher's view when desks were still in group order (johnwong, aleks, wilbur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i have to say the second half of the year was relatively QUIET. and boringgg.. because i was engulfed by deafening silence. so quiet until want to start conversation also got problem. one would dig into story books, one would dig into text books, one fly away to america liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zz also very short time with me then go back to his seat at back row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part of the film of "the adventures of 4.12"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't take part but at least i get to watch wesley tumble into the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUITAR CAMP SEC 4 GROUP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;champions of treasure hunt!! ahahaha damn funny. Pull plug pull plug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CLASS 4.12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bestest group. i cannot shwo my gratitude for this class. Only ppl from 4.12 noe how great this class is. I know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start to feel sadder once again. ahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116228835163420435?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116228835163420435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116228835163420435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116228835163420435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116228835163420435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-rather-sad-that-only-times-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116222258572094171</id><published>2006-10-30T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:36:25.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugh Jackman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.smthop.com/images/jackman01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.smthop.com/images/jackman01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HUGH JACKMAN!!! AHHHHH!!! i'm obsessed with him. today went to watch The Prestige. omg damn scary. plot damn good. i understand leh! anyway hugh jackman acted in it. so good. it questions human ethics too, how far would u go to acheive ur goals.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wowow scary..&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116222258572094171?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116222258572094171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116222258572094171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116222258572094171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116222258572094171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/hugh-jackman.html' title='Hugh Jackman'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116212407207286997</id><published>2006-10-29T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T20:14:32.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22/10/1990 -&gt; my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22/10/1811 -&gt; Franz Liszt's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturdays and sundays at home are just terribly lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;higher chinese tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116212407207286997?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116212407207286997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116212407207286997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116212407207286997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116212407207286997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-22101990-my-birthday-22101811.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116196095817884003</id><published>2006-10-27T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T22:55:58.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>our third jamming sesssion. We managed to finish our very first song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the 2nd song, john say he go damn high when he play it hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both paul and john have headache when they came out. scaryy. must buy ear plugs and mugphones! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not able to talk in front of u friends fluently. i'm not blessed with talents like u ppl. so pls don't make like it's so funny. i'm sick tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screamed at home. i was very irritated. As friends we are always friends. but stop givin me pressure. Peer pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very annoying leh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116196095817884003?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116196095817884003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116196095817884003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116196095817884003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116196095817884003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-third-jamming-sesssion.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116196058127284445</id><published>2006-10-27T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T22:49:41.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Light A Million Candles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/NA2h5Gog8_g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/NA2h5Gog8_g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just happen to viist the website my friend has been putting up on his nick for th epast 3 mths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u lit urs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116196058127284445?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116196058127284445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116196058127284445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116196058127284445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116196058127284445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/light-million-candles-i-just-happen-to.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116186236648079726</id><published>2006-10-26T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:32:46.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSCF0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/400/DSCF0092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSCF0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/400/DSCF0093.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSCF0094.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/400/DSCF0094.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSCF0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/400/DSCF0095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSCF0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/400/DSCF0096.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/DSCF0076.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/400/DSCF0076.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell u how much i love u ppl. Goodbye 4.12 i will love u always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116186236648079726?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116186236648079726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116186236648079726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116186236648079726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116186236648079726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cannot-tell-u-how-much-i-love-u-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116170132436704115</id><published>2006-10-24T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:48:44.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO IT'S OUR 2ND JAMMING SESSION FOR MADAM NASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course we had some helpers once again, but we really wanted to try ourselves first (whether it was too bad for them to listen or not haha) so had to ask them to play com first and leave the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm pretty excited we did it. our very first song. though it's REALLY horrendous in terms of singing (yes). cannot sing = cannot make it la. but no! i really want music from just we 3 ppl. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we played winning eleven thanks to the presence of playstaion: it's play time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(well it was break time, but it somehow became play time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it extended all the way until 6.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my guitar and paul lee's bass and drums were left there in the room doing nothing. some hours of silence for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we shud be a bit more disciplined. next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that means no com games (no KOL! yes i do my part to gahaha), and NO WINNING ELEVEN. confirm cannot have one proper session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's tommy's signature during the masterclass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/tommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/tommy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116170132436704115?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116170132436704115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116170132436704115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116170132436704115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116170132436704115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-its-our-2nd-jamming-session-for.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116152676314637741</id><published>2006-10-22T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:19:23.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 16th birthday!</title><content type='html'>haha yay so today is my 1st day as a 16 yr old boy. i'm not didi anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again i spent my time at home. I really do not noe how to shop, so i didn't go anywhere in town. I just stayed at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had dinner at the a restaurant that i went b4 lol so i even noe which dishes my mother gonna pick (anyway the famous dishes are like the must-picks in this restaurant coz they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) REAL good&lt;br /&gt;2) the other dishes are bad haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my family sang the birthday song after the dinner along with the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that my mother even called me and asked "what cake u want? got chocolate, strawberry, vanilla and the fruits cake" lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they sang very softly and asked me to make a wish. so i happily made a wish. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so even though it wasn't a very grand celebration, with barbecue or what AT LEAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) i got a cake&lt;br /&gt;b) i got present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yes! one present lol and u noe what was it? swimming goggles, so that my mom can swim with me next time without the excuse of "got no goggles, cannot swim properly" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm very happy because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; it's my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; i had a family dinner&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; i had a cake&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; i had presents&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; i had all u friend's greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa&lt;br /&gt;Paul lee&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Phoen&lt;br /&gt;Zhiwei&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;Adeline&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Yeo&lt;br /&gt;Xinying&lt;br /&gt;Wilbur&lt;br /&gt;Chris Cheong!! ahaha&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle&lt;br /&gt;Paul Chu&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u to all! thanks thanks thanks thanks =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i finally have photos from my very old camera. my mother brought it to take pictures of the cake and me haha yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/P1010230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/P1010230.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/P1010237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/P1010237.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;unwrappin the goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i also managed to find some pictures of my jap speech contest in july!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/P1010186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/P1010186.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Japanese tutor. Thank you very much. must be like torture to teach me la haiyo haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/P1010185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/P1010185.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha the day itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha rather happy liao today haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116152676314637741?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116152676314637741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116152676314637741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116152676314637741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116152676314637741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-16th-birthday.html' title='my 16th birthday!'/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116144809873833944</id><published>2006-10-22T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:28:18.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 16 me!</title><content type='html'>oh well the eve of my birthday was spent entirely in my house with 90% of the time in my room aimlessly surfing the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i did spend 1hr tryin to swim with my mom, but cannot. maybe i'm just too lazy and i'm growing fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hardly had time to reflect the 364 days of my 15th year (excluding the birthday then, coz i think i either i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) didnt' do anything&lt;br /&gt;b) did sth but really didn't think there was of any significance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway 16th birthday! wooo yee ha well probably it's night but i feel that i'm still the usual myself. i have not grown up and i still can't sense how time has been so hardworkingly pushing me to maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of the wishes to the year ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) interact more!&lt;br /&gt;b) don't waste time&lt;br /&gt;c) don't waste chances&lt;br /&gt;d) can laugh more then i frown&lt;br /&gt;e) don't succumb to temptation anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) love everyone&lt;br /&gt;g) hope madam nase can perform on stage at least once!&lt;br /&gt;h) have the character&lt;br /&gt;i) improve technique(s)&lt;br /&gt;j) learn to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k) learn to sit down and eat my dinner rather than walking around&lt;br /&gt;l) learn to say welcome back to my mom when she comes home&lt;br /&gt;m) learn not to switch on the com instantly when i reach home&lt;br /&gt;n) learn place the book on teh table rather than tossing it&lt;br /&gt;o) learn to tidy my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p) Learn to be sensitive to feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116144809873833944?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116144809873833944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116144809873833944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116144809873833944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116144809873833944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-16-me.html' title='happy 16 me!'/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116135845301215510</id><published>2006-10-20T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T23:34:13.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiya i typed 8 times with different variations for a simple message: I love petrucci HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i got nth to say today i;m simply too engrossed in petrucci hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116135845301215510?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116135845301215510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116135845301215510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116135845301215510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116135845301215510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/aiya-i-typed-8-times-with-different.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116126882777143342</id><published>2006-10-19T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:31:10.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"later the bacteria then i drink tonight i get stroke ah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha oh well that was me. i forgot to tell u about the quote that made dalton and paul lee laugh for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all things i must be remembered for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"stroke"&lt;br /&gt;"burp"&lt;br /&gt;"the gas Matthewnium"&lt;br /&gt;aka&lt;br /&gt;"Ma2+"&lt;br /&gt;"forms compound with O2 with a special formula for Ma2O5000 or interchangeably Ma5000O2"&lt;br /&gt;"only source in the world of Ma2 gas is from me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually it's just my burp la i just drank too much drink then i burped too much, so everytime i try to slow down what i'm doing i.e. eating, walkin etc. "matthewnium starts to be unleashed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was this instance where 3 Nanhua students loitered in the SAC while 4 of us are laughing away about laughable stuff. SO the usual dalton started (EDIT:) teasing me for just looking at the girl so i just cudn't think of anything to tell him off so i just continued drinking. I just drink drink drink. haha the usual dalton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had to clear my plate so dalton and jhan and everybody went off first. I finsihed my drink and went outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and first thing i did was BURPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the timing was super good coz dalton asked (with the cheeky smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so did u get the girl or not" *snigger&lt;br /&gt;BURPPPP&lt;br /&gt;haha it was already damn funny i also find it funny. Then dalton said&lt;br /&gt;"oi you are not supposed to eat her up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha that was humorous, a little bit funny, but Jhan really laughed very very long until i also smiled with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must learn not to unleash too much Matthewnium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my results were okayy paul it's okay brace urself for yr 5. put yr 4 aside, there should be a much enjoyable session learning with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope~ woooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shocking ones were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ve&lt;br /&gt;LA &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes to all you ppl who constantly score 80+ for LA please do not laugh at me i constantly get 50+ simply because i cannot tolerate the fact that "there is no definite answer", i dunno why somehow la! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;/25 for POEM yesss poem so i failed poem&lt;br /&gt;but i got  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;/25 for 4 continents! haha it was a big but nice surprise for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry all my numbers are extremely neat haha err i'm just very glad i did it, the subject i loathed most haha. and 1/3 of the cohort failed for physics. i was a bit afraid when i stepped into the classroom hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ve&lt;br /&gt;A maths &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;71 &lt;/span&gt;-&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really tot it was bad... so aiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IHS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again one that does not have a "definite answer" (oh there is ah?) i know i'm not the type that can explain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well all got very high like what paul said. Yang ying hao got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93&lt;/span&gt; yeaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;71&lt;/span&gt;-&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;79&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possible subject combination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL england .&lt;br /&gt;SL china .&lt;br /&gt;SL econs .&lt;br /&gt;HL maths .&lt;br /&gt;HL Chem .&lt;br /&gt;HL Music/Something new/something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first 5 are more or less those that i will pick. but i have seriously started to contemplate how practical music is, the subject that i have previously said that i will and i will and i will take it. what, go berkeley? yea sure i want but i am still not ready to really take music as my career, as my lifetime job. pasttime is different from job. Job is a committment, it's a do or die situation for job so there's one huge difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've tried my best. yay me! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really think that u shud not curse ppl/laugh at them if they dun score well (and in turn win them and feel good). that's the worse way to treat competition! to laugh at ppl when they fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying ur best is better than beatin others actually, no matter how low u get. but like what my mother say. do make sure u best urself. not 99% or 100% but 110%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116126882777143342?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116126882777143342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116126882777143342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116126882777143342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116126882777143342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/later-bacteria-then-i-drink-tonight-i_19.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116126117118489818</id><published>2006-10-19T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:32:51.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This are my results for my final year examinations 2006. Quite sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Average: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;66.6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(boo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Points: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;33 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(boo)  3 sixes, 3 fives. 0 sevens boo hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Subjects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Language Arts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;66 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(sobs.. its damn low larh. i was damn shocked and sad. total letdown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Higher Chinese: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;72&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (its okay i guess but others got v. high so i wish i could have gotten higher)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Core Math: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (my highest subject but everybody got super high for it anyways)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A Math: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;62&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; after moderation 5 marks (lol i got 5 points for A maths? i thought i failed larh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Physics: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (my most happy subject lor. cos its really a pleasent surprise. not very high but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;still)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chemistry: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;62&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; after moderation 8 marks (second most sad subject. boo hoo i jus cant do chem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;IHS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;67 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(damn sad this subject also. cos i wanted to get 6 for it. haiyo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;MEP: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;59 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(this subject nothing to say. i knew it. "the biggest regret of my life" wahaz. i'm not sad about mep marks. jus angry that i ever chose to do the subject when i suck in it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;haiz i dunno what kind of subject combination i can take next year from this kind of marks. i'm like average in everything. And my LA sucks larh. so sad. at least i noe i confirm wont be taking mep next year. so i need to choose a sixth subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Possible subject choice: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Language Arts SL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; -after this kind of mark i cannot do HL anyways so noe dilemma liao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Chinese B SL? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-i not sure what exactly its called but i'm doing the one everyone will take larh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Math HL? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-i want to take HL lor but i dun think i can cos of my A maths mark and my lousy mid year mark. aiya see how larh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Economics HL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-yes i noe my IHS sucked and dr ong say econs is hard and need to do well in IHS den should consider. but my mother say its very important and i definitely must do. lolx looks like i dun have a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Physics HL/SL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-i definitely taking physics but if can take HL i will but i dun think can cos my marks in the previous terms all very lousy. haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Sixth Subject (Geog or History SL) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-i got no more choices already since i'm dropping MEP. unless i take further studies in Math (crazy considering my A maths), Bio (crazy its a science and i nvr study before), Chem (crazy also i suck in it), B &amp; M (maybe? i dunno), Music ( NO FREAKING WAY unless got miricle i get A1 for O level paper den maybe i consider.. wahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well i can see that i don't have enough subjects to do HL. HOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I also decided that i have to start thinking about what i want to do in future. and plan for the future. wah my mother doesnt mind me going NUS cos she wants me to stay in Singapore. i also up till now firmly thinking about aiming for NUS. but going overseas to study suddenly seems to me like something really worth thinking about. so who knows? haha but i think so much also no use if my results not good enough for me to go overseas to study lor. AIYA dunno how larh. got 2 months to think carefully on subjects to take and what i want to do in the future and everything. AND of cos, 2 months of KOL. wahaha. yay. i'm more sad den happy but not sad until depression breakdown kind of sadness i guess. boo my language arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116126117118489818?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116126117118489818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116126117118489818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116126117118489818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116126117118489818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/exam-results.html' title='Exam Results'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116117715639919580</id><published>2006-10-18T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:45:13.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just start to reflect, as my birthday draws near, what my 15th year of my life was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had softball,i had guitar, i had piano, i had studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for no.1 i our team achieved the best title: B div National champions.&lt;br /&gt;for no.2 i have participated in the ACS-PLMGS guitar exchange programme&lt;br /&gt;for no.3 i have done my diploma exam&lt;br /&gt;for no.4 i pass my fate to 2ml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 15th year of my life saw the impt event of donning on the enviable long pants during sec 1 (hehe do u ppl still rmb?). Being in the same class (once again) must have been BORING. to be honest i tot it was downright boring to be in the same class for another year. but no i was proven wrong, and i feel that my 15th year spent with the same faces during my 14th year was enthralling, entertaining and exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming home from training, i recall that havin tired legs was part of my life during the first half of the year. to think that i actually went for training before O levels makes me all the mroe wonder what has softball, the no.1 sport i cherished, become in my life. I'm so grateful softball has moulded my character today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh my birthday draws near, and my parents as usual were busy with their work, with only my mother recalling "oh it's ur birthday soon" and dig herself into the latest korean drama she was watching. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's fine not to have a birthday present. i personally feel it's not really that exciting after about 7 years not eating a birthday cake during my birthday, and i somehow am not hyped up over birthday presents, because for at least my 4 years of secondary school life, nobody gave me any presents. my mother does make sure she will bring me to Swensen's to buy me a dinner, and that usually is my one and only dining event with my family for the year haha. and i can still rmb and treasure my pair of nike sneakers which she bought last year. that was by far the best birthday present i received for my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the whole new world of "16", i do not noe how to anticipate it. Worth ticking off the calendar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not because i dun have cakes or presents, (or probably becoz of that), because i'm too used to my birthday being treated as a normal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not sad! coz i noe that the daily happiness i get is far more valuable and precious than a once a year birthday present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank softball once again. today's memorable training session at the artificial turf was  so fun! thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all 4.12 abel (2006) people, i want to thank you too, for i noe that 364 days of laughing with u ppl wins 1 birthda in a year. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you all who made my 15th year enjoyable as i step into my 16th year once again without celebration, for i noe there's no need for such celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy enuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116117715639919580?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116117715639919580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116117715639919580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116117715639919580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116117715639919580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-start-to-reflect-as-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116101237164978466</id><published>2006-10-16T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:26:11.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart</title><content type='html'>i think there's a wheel in my heart. that can turn. so if u turn u wud collect all the blood. my mood will be good. but once u turn the wheel again u wud spill all the blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wun be very happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just like if u add mroe and more blood, the slightest quiver will cause my heart to turn. Momentum as you can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if u realise, indirectly, workload has a substantial impact on my mood today, and exercise and training gives a tired heart. so sometimes pls do not stretch, i feel heart ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the chapel session was rather nice.. a nice young pastor, and a strong message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still cannot getover the incident. My coin drop inside my drink once, there's not a need for you to drop my coin back into the drink again. it's dirty. you can bwahaha at my error but i tell u i was really annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sry pls forgive me i'm just tired i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116101237164978466?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116101237164978466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116101237164978466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116101237164978466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116101237164978466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-heart.html' title='my heart'/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116101225298726518</id><published>2006-10-16T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:24:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So U Think U Can Dance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;watched so u think u can dance with my sister today. waha we both think that it is like so cool. haha but i thought that the crazy girl who drew on herself and danced like a crazy person was really um... crazy! soo scary. den she cry. haha but i like the swing guy. i tink he is so good. the judges damn bad say until like so bad den say in later get heart attack. anyway its really nice. i tink nigel is a really cool judge. he so nice to the girl that got injured. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;haha best when matthew say he will get stroke from bacteria from a drink contaminated by a coin that fell in. dalton laughed like mad. anyway mep prac is on wed. i jus found out today. i sure fail liao. i dun wan to go. PLAYING PIANO SUX. actually it doesnt larh, its jus cos i suck it in. But it is really boring. argh i hate mep. boo hoo hoo. ruin my life. results on thursday, so dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116101225298726518?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116101225298726518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116101225298726518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116101225298726518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116101225298726518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-u-think-u-can-dance.html' title='So U Think U Can Dance?'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116092601741116448</id><published>2006-10-15T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:26:57.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;post exam stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;haha yup i got post exam stress. on my eyes. play too much comp. custom maps are so fun! we should mass play custom games in a lan shop how fun larh. and kol rox. i going to take damn long to ascend cos the kol dun like to let me change my sex. ( for the trophy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway i planning to PON mep o level. wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;matthew has really weird dreams. lucky i dun dream. i dun wan to dream of him. WAHAHA ok kidding. anyway writing the 500 essay is so loser. dun hor. DUN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway was watching da vinci code with my aunt and uncle jus now ( i tink 3rd time) anyway i'm obsessed with anagrams now. whee. oh btw the HAZE SUX. make me get flu. whole morning i got running nose. damn suck larh. i hate the haze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116092601741116448?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116092601741116448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116092601741116448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116092601741116448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116092601741116448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/post-exam-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116088645292250524</id><published>2006-10-15T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T12:27:32.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think excessive sleeping is bad sometimes, cause u just have more and more dreams. today was no better. Today i dreamt about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paul lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you noe what paul lee did in my dream? he stole 2 barrels of plutonium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway paul lee was running around and trying to escape from the police (i think, i was running wiht im), strange that i wasn't caught in the end. anyway he was caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus he was sentenced to death penalty by being shot down, and you know where will it take place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my primary school football field.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's REALLY very warped i guess it's just this and that form my memory and fit into one jagged unrelated jisaw puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the field there was  Makmur (again loads of qn marks... makmur?), some yr 5s and other who were also sentenced to death penalty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm anyway when paul lee was shot down, i was very very shocked and his body seemed to melt away, it disappeared i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally i'm transported back into class and i had lesson under jean luah (??? how long already) and everybody seemed to interpret the newspaper article correctly while i didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class suddenly became empty.&lt;br /&gt;and paul lee's spirit was there, sittin on the window ledge of the classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"?! i tot u are dead?"&lt;br /&gt;"yea i cannot be here issit"&lt;br /&gt;"i'm currently in the transition from human to hell or heaven"&lt;br /&gt;and he floated awy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i woke up... thank goodness i got out from this chaos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116088645292250524?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116088645292250524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116088645292250524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116088645292250524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116088645292250524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-think-excessive-sleeping-is-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116081837381579333</id><published>2006-10-14T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T17:38:48.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me tell you about my dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the setting was in class and there was the whiteboard happen to have my name, somehow i knew that it was the day the results were released. and so why was my name there? or was i just imagining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway there was daniel yew, and i stared at my name once again. thsi time round, my results are scribbled untidily on the board under my name and i saw the horror of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maths: 37/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(why 37 arh? i also dunno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and daniel yew said, "i'm very surprised at matthew!this was totally unexpected"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i peered at my other results ooh i got 7 pts for Physics (wa okay i was jumping in the dream lol) and Chem and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly a myriad of colours swirled in front of me and 2 dancers started to dance around and SOMEHOW i understood their motions, and appreciated the art within it. ahh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the results were erased from my memory, but i recall talking to paul chu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"paul! how much did u get for ur La again:)"&lt;br /&gt;"har, 30"&lt;br /&gt;"upon?&lt;br /&gt;"30"&lt;br /&gt;and paul gave me the look that ooh it's supp. to be a 30 well yea i noe he DESERVES a 30 but hang on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) language arts is upon 25! the plot of my dream is a bit screwed up hehe&lt;br /&gt;b) humble paul wudn't think 30/30 is expected. he just does his best (rite paul?)&lt;br /&gt;c) yea as u can see the contrast, me getting 37/100 maths and he get 30/30 for his england so it suddenly hit me real hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i recall i talked to him on the overhead bridge! dunno for what reason. and suddenly my conscience was too overwhelmed by the fact that i failed my a maths that badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ah ah! i opened my eyesssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway that was my little dream! hope u enjoyed it hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: sometimes dreams are good for health, and (oops) those who never dream have no creativity - quote from somewhere.  so aha~! credit for creativity! lol. anyway i feel that dreams are good and bad. Good because the bad stuff wud not be reality, Bad - a premonition? / the good stuff wud not be reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116081837381579333?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116081837381579333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116081837381579333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116081837381579333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116081837381579333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/let-me-tell-you-about-my-dream-well.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116075438671668915</id><published>2006-10-13T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:46:26.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so ihave changed the skin yet again hope u find it okay john&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116075438671668915?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116075438671668915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116075438671668915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116075438671668915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116075438671668915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-ihave-changed-skin-yet-again-hope-u.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116074783106577428</id><published>2006-10-13T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:57:11.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rob-b-hood</title><content type='html'>even after watching the movie, i still dunno what's the significance of this title&lt;br /&gt;does it mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robin hood (jacky chan the goody good robber)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roB-B-hood (BB = baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or simply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rob - B - hood (B for baby)(rob the baby in the hood?) (okay starting not to make sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind that's not really important. the more impt part was that the show was REALLY great. i mean to all those critics who are dying to pick on toilet-humour related jokes, and congrugated plots, try rob-b-hood. no matter how strict you picky-nitty-gritty critics are, i'm sure u wud rate them at least with 4 stars(upon 5! not upon 10 haha). coz not only was it so funny until all of us laugh for quite long(well at least appealled to we youths), it was quite impacting. i cannot declare "it was so touchin!" because although it was, it wasn't to that extent. anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SPOILER]&lt;br /&gt;it's about Jackie Chan , a burglar, who stole a baby for a total prize money of $30million HK dollars with gutianle (what's the eng name ah?i didn't rmb, tony?) and eventually they come to their senses and save the baby etc.etc. due to the time spent with the baby, they found themselves caring for the baby a lot etc.etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/SPOILER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all the scenes i personally liked the LAST few scenes so yea the first few scenes were action packed, and to have a baby in hand just made the action star Jacky Chan all the more hilarious hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i personally loved it worth my $8 go watch! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116074783106577428?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116074783106577428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116074783106577428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116074783106577428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116074783106577428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/rob-b-hood_116074783106577428.html' title='rob-b-hood'/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116067079611331162</id><published>2006-10-13T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:33:16.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and this blog skin is gay. once again matthew has proven our point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116067079611331162?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116067079611331162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116067079611331162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116067079611331162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116067079611331162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-this-blog-skin-is-gay.html' title=''/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116067044064039935</id><published>2006-10-13T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:27:20.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just played on hamachi with wy, josh, jhan and kyeo. lol i kena own in two games. randoming heroes is not fun :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;england lost 2-0 to crotia. nice noobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116067044064039935?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116067044064039935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116067044064039935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116067044064039935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116067044064039935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-played-on-hamachi-with-wy-josh.html' title=''/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116063361125545326</id><published>2006-10-12T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:13:31.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams are over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;yesterday was the last day of exams for most people who do A math. and as expected A math was terrible. we went to play lan. yeah dota was fun. cs i sucked haha as always. poolday map i keep getting instant shot dead so frustrating. and i dunno y also. but the sniper map was not that bad cos at least i was not bottom frag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah we jammed for the first time! matthew is damn pro. lol i'm so dumb we wasted time trying to make john's guitar sound like a bass den i remembered that my father has a bass. waha. anyway it was really fun. lets do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116063361125545326?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116063361125545326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116063361125545326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116063361125545326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116063361125545326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams-are-over.html' title='exams are over'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116057672098357802</id><published>2006-10-11T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:25:21.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the.. yay and the boohoos</title><content type='html'>hwo to say first we can slash out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;exams&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more, no less. whatever the case was, it was an experience. unforgettable? certainly. but today, our paper was so difficult. i want to jump down the building. i dunno say how many times liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to jump down the building..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st 5 qn i got stunned already. aiya OKAY enuff of it, pass the sorrow to the markers. hehe standing from the teacher's pov. they very poor thing, coz our papers are FULL of 90% rubbish workings so yea hehe but they got 2 marking days! so yea we as students shud not be afraid to spam workings :) for a qn u do noe, there's always working marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter tone we had our&lt;b&gt; first jamming session ever &lt;/b&gt;since like dunno when with loads of help from Battle of the bands runners up Deluge! loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was amazing paul had a BASS so solved all problems. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we generally agree what we played was NICE. because however shit it sounded, it's something created by 3 ppl who had no similarities apart from the fact they want to play guitar, and play drums together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one is called Paul lee, who always point finger upwards and talk and sometimes his talking makes us laugh haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one is called john foo, who dalton calls the monkey coz he laughs like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one is called matthew ge, who&lt;br /&gt;1) cannot pronounce a lot of words properly&lt;br /&gt;2) cannot sing (tested and proven)&lt;br /&gt;3) cannot play dotA (tested and proven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically we are small, we are 3 ppl. period. how much can we achieve. Judging from today. i want to say "a lot". and i hope we can achieve that lot :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116057672098357802?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116057672098357802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116057672098357802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116057672098357802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116057672098357802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay-and-boohoos.html' title='the.. yay and the boohoos'/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116037827380724508</id><published>2006-10-09T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T15:17:53.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt; MEP &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; physics &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; IHS &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; language arts&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chemistry&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;C m&lt;/s&gt;aths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;A m&lt;/s&gt;aths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100;"&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, one heavy burden off again so now we have 1/8 exams left 0.5 + 0.5 = 1 mah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today i was so knocked out by the writing had to go to toilet to wash myself up.... way too tiring. to sit through1hr30minutes + 1hr 30 minutes... quote from seng tiong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...this is the most boring 1hr 30 min in my life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how u all feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tell.fll.purdue.edu/JapanProj/FLClipart/Medical/arm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://tell.fll.purdue.edu/JapanProj/FLClipart/Medical/arm.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel the knuckle of the pinky pain&lt;br /&gt;john foo his wrist pain&lt;br /&gt;jason his elbow pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have very bad writing techniques ahh hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116037827380724508?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116037827380724508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116037827380724508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116037827380724508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116037827380724508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/chinese.html' title='chinese!'/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116031637627349923</id><published>2006-10-08T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:06:16.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dirty Names&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/PYwiugZ9i0o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/PYwiugZ9i0o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;classic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116031637627349923?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116031637627349923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116031637627349923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116031637627349923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116031637627349923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/dirty-names-classic.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116022183252198683</id><published>2006-10-07T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T19:50:32.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/fir.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/400/fir.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How u find FIR ahh? (to all u ppl who listen to mandopop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly i have not listened to mandopop at all this year, and probably my whole primary school and secondary school life. seriously! as in a full song, i cannot comprehend what is so nice, melody? i think Jpop has an edge above them if u talk about htat (yea yea yea call me racist call me a japanese bastard hehe but, honestly after dunno how many years of forced exposure to ayumi and utada and orange range, i support my opinion with evidence, though i still find jpop very unpleasing, time killers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as yngwie once said in an interview, "i dun listen to the radio now, everything is crap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps generalizing really hides the truth, because reflect! who do we have on radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Ying yang twins&lt;br /&gt;50 cent&lt;br /&gt;Gwen stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and excuse my rudeness to the mandopop fans but on the other side of the radio, we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIR&lt;br /&gt;5566&lt;br /&gt;energy&lt;br /&gt;yuan qi g boyz (??)&lt;br /&gt;joice guo (how to spell ah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now let's take a look at, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dt.spatang.com/bios/myung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://dt.spatang.com/bios/myung.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i base my ratings of a piece of music on the musicianship. not about how cool ur bling bling, how cool ur shades ah (refer fir pic). in fact i only find ppl who can play music "cool", coz after the  all the public's definition of "cool' - for the good looking, running on stage, how u play ur bass guitar underneath ur legs (FIR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i cannot support my argument anymore coz i'm just too disappointed at the impression mandopop gives me. for me at least sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116022183252198683?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116022183252198683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116022183252198683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116022183252198683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116022183252198683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-u-find-fir-ahh-to-all-u-ppl-who.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116012286605335890</id><published>2006-10-06T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T16:21:55.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maths</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt; MEP &lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; physics &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; IHS &lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; language arts&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chemistry&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;C m&lt;/s&gt;aths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;A m&lt;/s&gt;aths&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo chinese haven't even touch yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the paper was hard, very very hard, so it equates to a feeling of LONGness, very long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sibei chaoji long, and i tot 12 qns were the length of 12 "what is 2x + 3y = 0 x + 4 = y" simultaneous-eqns-like-quick-quick-questions, yea very very long, still gto part a part b part c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya dun wish to talk about it, but today was probably the most fun day in my life coz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaowei&lt;br /&gt;Dalton&lt;br /&gt;Jhan&lt;br /&gt;Paullee&lt;br /&gt;Johnfoo&lt;br /&gt;Weiyang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came to my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we played videos, we watched, we ate, we played scrabble, we played tennis, we played badminton, we played soccer with a softball (i will get one soccerball next time hehe), most importnatly, we freaking laughed so much until now i got headache, but really worth that little bit of pain coz i feel really happy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all what drives life? not the results of a maths test, it's the happiness that &gt; all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116012286605335890?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116012286605335890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116012286605335890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116012286605335890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116012286605335890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/maths.html' title='maths'/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-116002344470677538</id><published>2006-10-05T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T16:08:07.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEMISTRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt; MEP &lt;/s&gt; (yea woohoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; physics &lt;/s&gt; (WOOHOO TO ALL AHH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; IHS &lt;/s&gt; (WOOHOO - can go burn the file)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; language arts&lt;/s&gt; (i dunno why i not excited but yea relieved at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chemistry&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;C m&lt;/s&gt;aths&lt;br /&gt;A maths&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more cathodes and anions for u darlings but i sort of feel that it was bit too sudden to conclude everything by a paper for the only science i can do properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting, we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec1: Liang Chewman&lt;br /&gt;sec2: bonguard&lt;br /&gt;sec3: Liang Chewman&lt;br /&gt;sec4: Carol Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonguard used to tell us positive ions do not have a full electron shell, thus they lose one and they become "happy". Bonguard even wrote a smiley sign. This Mr Bonguard is now our prefect master... what a great change we see in teachers also haha. The only constant in life is the changes in life. everything changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can still remember Liang chewman in sec1 show us how caesium explode in one tank of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we ALL remember hwo the scientist burns the alkanes/alkenes in the chamber with a sapphire blue flame in carol low's lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i'mjust biased, i like my subject solely because i can do well and i like it, it's simple and clear. Apart from maths, this is the only subject that contains straightforward transparency. To me it's never messy to do titration, to me at least sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway think, did physics show u nice blue flames? or exploding caesium? i think i'm really biased, but that's really how i think. physics... maybe it's just personal preference, perhaps u physics- fanatics got to see gamma rays, or what too, you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiya damn embarassing okay, it didn't happen before loh, as in i never squat down and call b4 and lose my balance and bang my teeth on the phone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-116002344470677538?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116002344470677538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=116002344470677538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116002344470677538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/116002344470677538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/chemistry.html' title='&lt;s&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/s&gt;'/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115993518487318279</id><published>2006-10-04T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T12:18:11.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Source: &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/strawbrrywishes23/quizzes/What%20Is%20Your%20True%20Hidden%20Power%3F%20.%3A%3ABeautiful%20Anime%20Pics%3A%3A./"&gt;quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/strawbrrywishes23/1103923226_eswindgirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your Hidden Power Is &lt;b&gt;Wind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a twisted soul. You change your directions and mind easily. Your beauty is you over powering feature. But many enemies are surprised by your beauty and your great power to control wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gem Stone:&lt;/b&gt; Amethist, &lt;b&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/b&gt;Grey Blue,&lt;b&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/b&gt;Grey that goes to your shoulder Blades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt;And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to hear. And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okay never mind i try find more interesting ones next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; MEP &lt;/s&gt; (yea woohoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; physics &lt;/s&gt; (WOOHOO TO ALL AHH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; IHS &lt;/s&gt; (WOOHOO - can go burn the file)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; language arts&lt;/s&gt; (i dunno why i not excited but yea relieved at least)&lt;br /&gt;Chemisry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;C m&lt;/s&gt;aths&lt;br /&gt;A maths&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115993518487318279?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115993518487318279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115993518487318279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115993518487318279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115993518487318279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/source-quizilla-your-hidden-power-is.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115993469861509121</id><published>2006-10-04T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T12:04:58.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wah wah so sad now. i wrote really badly for LA (B) larh. dunno what i was talking about also, den got periods of stoning. i had no structure lor, like my points jump here and there like that. so screwed. somemore tomorrow chem, i tink its my worst subject, or maybe A maths is my worst. 2 horrible subjects coming up next 2 days. omg larh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115993469861509121?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115993469861509121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115993469861509121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115993469861509121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115993469861509121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-no.html' title='oh no!!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115986411183970072</id><published>2006-10-03T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T16:28:31.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/32543236754569l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/320/32543236754569l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea directly quoting from Louis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's so wrong to sell sex to attract students for JC"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115986411183970072?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115986411183970072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115986411183970072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115986411183970072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115986411183970072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/yea-directly-quoting-from-louis-its-so.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115986346206399221</id><published>2006-10-03T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T16:17:42.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All killer no filler</title><content type='html'>it's best not to moan after the papers, coz you just make the teacher's feel good, coz they achieved their aim. they just wan to torture you and go "nehehehe look at all the students so weak, i rmb during the '80s how hard we worked.."  very well 80s 80s everything also 80s, elvis 80s, ur nana abba also 80s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are all 21century ppl so dun be so atheist (aaaaaaahahahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm reflecting on ALL the papers i can safely say once your butt sticks to the exam chair, it's a  very very longg and tiring process, possibily the longest time our butts have stuck to the chair, coz our butts are always agile, always wun be stuck to the chair to do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papers are all so so so darn bloody long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway okay so to all the MEP ppl we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; MEP &lt;/s&gt; (yea woohoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; physics &lt;/s&gt; (WOOHOO TO ALL AHH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; IHS &lt;/s&gt; (WOOHOO - can go burn the file)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; langu&lt;/s&gt;age arts&lt;br /&gt;Chemisry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;C m&lt;/s&gt;aths&lt;br /&gt;A maths&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually only 50% down, still got half more left. aiya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115986346206399221?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115986346206399221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115986346206399221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115986346206399221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115986346206399221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-killer-no-filler.html' title='All killer no filler'/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115971201717509945</id><published>2006-10-01T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:13:37.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/786/1600/evan_contest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/786/320/evan_contest.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;exams starting tomorrow. i feel that i havent prepared well at all. left my LA stuff in school too. so frustrating. maybe not stocking up before i ascended (for kol) was a blessing in disguise, cos now i only get 47 adventures a day until ronin finish so play time is reasonably limited.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;sad to hear that matthew sprained his finger. i hope he can recover fast so that he can play his guitar, or maybe he still can play even though injured. dunno larh. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;whee whee plee.. so dead for exams.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115971201717509945?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115971201717509945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115971201717509945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115971201717509945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115971201717509945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams.html' title='exams'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115962986471855403</id><published>2006-09-30T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:24:24.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>i want to make my stand. so here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in response to eugene's comment, i genuinely feel that friendship is NEVER a product. it's not a new space gun toy you buy from the newest toys r' us branch that opened beside you, or the latest dota map u downloaded and expect both of them to work. those are games, inanimate dead matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what differentiates friends from games, is of course they are alive, but more importantly they are flexible, versatile and a challenge for you. You can type a cheat code for dota, warcraft, or hack the damn KOL with the josh sum's jian code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are made of meat, friends have a brain. to befriend someone comes with a price, a big price indeed. Friends can go psycho today and really nice 2ml. It doesn't mean that if u treat your supposed opponent nicely, it would mean "i got you, you are my friend hehe". I can personally testify that, because i have been diligently trying to make better bonds with you ppl, but some friends just seem to stick closer to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i means is, friends aren't machines. 100 input does not bring a resultant 100 output. that's what makes friends so much more lively and fun to make then with games, because although there are times where u feel underappreciated, u sometimes hit the jackpot of 1000 output, and you know that's sweeter than any of the games currently available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure your friends. What you have gone through with them, whether with satisfactory output or not, caused u mountains and seas of effort. most imptly, dun pick ur frens judging by OUTPUT.  if u meet this kind of fren, they are very boring frens, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sry i wanted to post  tagboard but thought it wud be too long, yes it was too long lol haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115962986471855403?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115962986471855403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115962986471855403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115962986471855403'/><link rel='self' 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piano i practise with one hand only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst of all, i have my piano O level practical in 20 days time. 20!&lt;br /&gt;and my grandmoyther tell me internal injuries require 100 ndays. she says it's an old proverb from china. hope thise pohysicist is anyhow say one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but cf. to myu piano tacher, she also suffered a similar sprain and for atr least a month shge has littlke signs of recoveryu. oh my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if myt sprain is deep bye bye to Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my mind reflected on paul'ws comment. i have to say i'm very sad to see another person who hs\=ates the calss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;objectively, it may seemn like impulse but i noe only pl who deep down very hurt will speak liddat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paul saometimes the society may seem cold to you, may seem harsh to you. i certainly feel so too. but you cannot wait for the surroundings to changew. adaptability is so imptr. yewa ppl pop you perhaps you can just ignoring it is difficult but a class is a class and rather love it den hate it in my opinion. it's ard to accept in fast impossivble to accept this now in fact during p6 i still did not accept, i left the school with the conflict unresolved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bvut come on we are allk big guys. we are all 15-16. we have a mature nindset. we have our assetys ands niche. most importantly as 4.12abel ppl, we habe a big heart. take your time one step at a time. i will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abd no matter what i'm always your classmate your (soon) band mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your frend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115954088020259282?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115954088020259282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115954088020259282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115954088020259282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115954088020259282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/thunderdome.html' title='thunderdome'/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115944566566121020</id><published>2006-09-28T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:14:25.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i've had enough of irritating people in my class. they are bloody idiots. wish they would jus screw off. u all say i have no sense of humour but u think people got no sense of irritatingness isit.. bloody irritating larh wth.. i cant wait for this year to be over at least i pray hard next year i not same class as all these irritating people. yeah u may say now i very anti-social, i like that cos i have a reason one right? freaking screwed larh some of you omg. when exams are over i will be so super glad i wont stay in the class room near you at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;its a fact everybody hates me and bullies me.. i shou bu liao anymore u noe, cant take it. so now i will jus ignore u and ur stupid comments and acts. yeah POP day ar haha so funny hor.  ok i let u all enjoy ur childish amusement since u all obviously have the mind of a primary school kid. i give up being sad already. now i'm jus pissed off. i dread school everyday having to meet you kind of people. i'm glad that today was the last day of lessons for the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yup anyting i do is stupid right. i noe u all think i very loser. fine ok i accept that, u all very good larh. i really hate you, hate you all so much. u all should jus go die u ########. jus stay away from me ok? i dunno what i do that make u all always wan to irritate me and bully me. i dun really care anymore. going to say bye bye to this class soon. freaking sick of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;people who are thought liked me in the end treat me so badly its really very exasperating. i'm tired of telling u all to stop. worse still are friends who totally dont care and ignore me. i dunno y mus like that lor. can't see that i'm like so sad already meh. go die larh. sometimes on the outside i may seem happy happy laugh at jokes but actually i'm feeling very depressed now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway u dont have to wish me good luck for my exams, jus don't say anyting and u can't hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115944566566121020?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115944566566121020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115944566566121020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115944566566121020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115944566566121020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/sick-of-it.html' title='sick of it'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115918633217184788</id><published>2006-09-25T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:12:12.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madam nase</title><content type='html'>i've had enough of all these nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you madam nase ppl, who say dat we, the madam nase band cannot make it. u watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp. u dalton and co. (and jhan). you watch out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanny, you watch out. it's okay, it's okay. we surely starting got some obstacles one. it's veyr simple, we admit it after all it was deluge who shined first at battle of the bands, not us. we developed late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur image on use is very simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) john foo - probably u see him as a play play not serious guy&lt;br /&gt;2) paul lee - probably also play play not serious guy&lt;br /&gt;3) matthew ge - probably play play also nto serious guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine. but on the other side i'm quite sian of it. something more creative encouragement pls. dun just go say "oh pls u will never jam" coz at least that can be easily accomplished =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115918633217184788?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115918633217184788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115918633217184788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115918633217184788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115918633217184788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/madam-nase.html' title='madam nase'/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115902640210789922</id><published>2006-09-23T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T11:27:33.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i give u any example to display frustration. some that float to ur mind would probably be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;screw u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, define something else, like vulgairites, or violence, or sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many of you people probably even realise ur expression shows how "sick" you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the term "sick" is so overly used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so sick!&lt;br /&gt;wa lao u damn sick eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but have u realised that you are sick too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a boy. i'm healthy. what i did not realise, wasn't how my language'/expressions wud affect the primary conversing opponent, but how it wud affect the secondary third person who happens to walk by and hears me talk about #@$&amp;amp;@$#@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father once told me a story. A Danish professor and a Chinese professor went for a walk. It was late at night and the chinese professor was to send the danish professor to the hotel. Stopped by the traffic lights, the danish professor decided to wait (i know we kiasu ppl wud just aiya so late just walk la). likewise, the chinese professor nudged him forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just cross! what's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what followed was one of the most convincing answers of moral education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no i would not cross"&lt;br /&gt;"but for what?"&lt;br /&gt;"oh. just imagine if we had a small little boy, who happens to be peeking at us through his window. how would he feel? what would he think of? of 2 giant professors, the role models to him, who simply cross the road while the lights are red?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u might not noe who would be observing you. the worst case is to have someone, who reveres you, to be observing you talking phrases they wud never expect. i openly admit, i'm incorrigible, but i have come to realise i can do a small part to change not myself, but at least to prevent the character of others to be changed inadvertently because of me, for the worse of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry john, forgive me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115902640210789922?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115902640210789922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115902640210789922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115902640210789922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115902640210789922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-give-u-any-example-to-display.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115898646032087051</id><published>2006-09-23T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T12:41:24.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1944/3389/1600/SingaporeP44s-10000Dollars-%281999%29-donateddeenz_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1944/3389/1600/SingaporeP44s-10000Dollars-%281999%29-donateddeenz_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i can die laughing i tell u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to kenneth yeo's blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115898646032087051?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115898646032087051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115898646032087051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115898646032087051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115898646032087051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-can-die-laughing-i-tell-u-special.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115884200119284286</id><published>2006-09-21T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T20:34:44.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/gambling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 385px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/400/gambling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kekeke at least i made money loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u lost 1 million leh heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115884200119284286?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115884200119284286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115884200119284286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115884200119284286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115884200119284286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/kekeke-at-least-i-made-money-loh-u.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115883521783182477</id><published>2006-09-21T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:45:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG LARH.. heres my lose 7 in a row streak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;09/20/06 04:50PM&lt;br /&gt;1,000 Meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.kingdomofloathing.com/showplayer.php?who=128335"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dah Cheese (#128335)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT YOU&lt;br /&gt;–1,000 Meat&lt;br /&gt;09/20/06 04:52PM&lt;br /&gt;3,000 Meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.kingdomofloathing.com/showplayer.php?who=128335"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dah Cheese (#128335)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT YOU&lt;br /&gt;–3,000 Meat&lt;br /&gt;09/20/06 04:53PM&lt;br /&gt;12,000 Meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.kingdomofloathing.com/showplayer.php?who=675218"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;edward jake (#675218)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT YOU&lt;br /&gt;–12,000 Meat&lt;br /&gt;09/20/06 04:53PM&lt;br /&gt;36,000 Meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.kingdomofloathing.com/showplayer.php?who=175452"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;welder04 (#175452)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT YOU&lt;br /&gt;–36,000 Meat&lt;br /&gt;09/20/06 04:57PM&lt;br /&gt;108,000 Meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.kingdomofloathing.com/showplayer.php?who=856969"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;doomy (#856969)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT YOU&lt;br /&gt;–108,000 Meat&lt;br /&gt;09/20/06 04:59PM&lt;br /&gt;324,000 Meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.kingdomofloathing.com/showplayer.php?who=856969"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;doomy (#856969)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT YOU&lt;br /&gt;–324,000 Meat&lt;br /&gt;09/20/06 05:00PM&lt;br /&gt;248,865 Meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.kingdomofloathing.com/showplayer.php?who=319977"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hairgirl (#319977)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT YOU&lt;br /&gt;–248,865 Meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wahaha. this plus more losses total losses: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;–976,558 Meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;at least not 1 million larh. dont u jus luve gambling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115883521783182477?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115883521783182477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115883521783182477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115883521783182477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115883521783182477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg-larh.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115876376366562283</id><published>2006-09-20T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:49:27.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quitting kol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i've been thinking about quitting kol for the past 3 days and today i finally made my decision to do so. it was quite funny as i did something really stupid and that caused me to want to quit kol. it sort of helped me to make my desision a lot easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;kol got this money-making game thing, where u place bets larh den somebody else who accepts ur bets will pay the same amount of money as u den whoever wins gets to keep the money larh with a bit going to the casino. anyway i started out with small amounts such like 1000 and won a bit so keep betting to win more lor. den i accidentally go click some guy who was betting 100 k and i lost 100 k larh.. and that didnt make me stop lor make me bet some more as i wan to earn by 100 k. ended up losing money until 700k. den i earn back to 730k leh so i motivated wan to earn back all my money so i bet even more. 1000 i lose, so i bet 3000 den i lose, den i bet 12000 den still lose, den bet 36000 lose, den bet 118k still lose, den 300 plus k cos desperate liao lose again, den left 250 k only so i jus bet all larh heck care. i told myself if i lose again i will curse my luck and quit kol. yup as it turned out i lost again. dunno wads wrong with the ting suppose to be 50-50 chance but i lost 7 times in a row. lost 1 million meat in 1 day leh. im damn dumb larh. WA LAO.. i dunno y i keep betting leh i should have stopped when i lose to 700k liao lor still continue.. 1 million gone. omg larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but from this can learn a lesson: gambling is bad so next time i grow up got real cash mus not go go IR at all otherwise i will be like kol like that bet till im broke. waha. so no kol liao a bit sad larh. left 7 meat leh so depressing. quit lorh right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115876376366562283?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115876376366562283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115876376366562283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115876376366562283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115876376366562283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/quitting-kol.html' title='quitting kol'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115867514723158544</id><published>2006-09-19T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:12:27.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mosquito revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/1600/AH%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/2631/400/AH%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could hear it loh, those who wrongly accuse ppl who listen to loud music u are wrong. i could hear it okay =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that frequency is chaoji high yeaa 17000 wavelengths in one second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MATTHE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115867514723158544?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115867514723158544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115867514723158544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115867514723158544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115867514723158544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/mosquito-revisited.html' title='mosquito revisited'/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115848940222530461</id><published>2006-09-17T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T18:36:42.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i welcome u to be in this sea of knowledge for a mere 2 weeks can u do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey it's interesting u noe! firstly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to learn the intrinsic details of a wonderful character of this fantabulous book of Things Fall Apart. His name is Okonkwo. his character is so complex, it's worth taking a look at him ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to learn this brand new world of physics. Cosmic or subatomic, the world you live in is dotted with physics. Pick any instance, physics is there. In physics, you can't touch anything without it touching you. oh what an awesome genius Newton is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get to learn the brand new world of mixin, potions and witchcraft. Believe or not, the most lively science would be Chemistry. What beats the fascinating bromine being decolourized upon mixing with ethene gas? And certianly nothing captures more attention than the mixing of components to esters. certainly u wudn't expect sciences to be that sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get to learn maths that can guage the mean median mode and lots of fascinating data from ur raw datas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course u get to learn how fast ur fren's plane travels when u are travelling in the opposite direction ooh relative velocity! another groundbreaking discovery. and who would expect a simple pascal triangle to be realted to binominal theorem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would u like me to hold ur hand to tour through this wonderful experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it requires is some hard work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115848940222530461?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115848940222530461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115848940222530461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115848940222530461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115848940222530461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi-i-welcome-u-to-be-in-this-sea-of.html' title=''/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115824645044780950</id><published>2006-09-14T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:07:30.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;grade 7 exam was today.. i so sad leh i tink i will fail. made so many mistakes and stop in my second piece den had to go back a few bars and continue. aiyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;jonathan better win spore idol. kol rox larh. tourniquet rox larh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wan a mr.exploiter. goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115824645044780950?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115824645044780950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115824645044780950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115824645044780950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115824645044780950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/grade-7-exam-was-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115815990593168240</id><published>2006-09-13T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:05:05.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;been very very busy with kol and all. so nvr post. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;spore idol - jonathan better win lor he got x-factor leh, go jonathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hady sings really well yes but he jus doesnt have that emotion level yet u noe. aiya i dunno also but i wan jonathan to win cos he cool rocker. waha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway all the best for our mep on friday. i havent started studying yet oh no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115815990593168240?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115815990593168240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115815990593168240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115815990593168240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115815990593168240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/been-very-very-busy-with-kol-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148076972012895923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dreamtheater.jp/Octavarium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246862.post-115807687889680236</id><published>2006-09-13T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T20:48:38.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the back of the book</title><content type='html'>hi i guess i wud not be bloggin this often anymore. 19more days to work on. i'll see you ppl after the exams =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other blog. for those who dunno nvm then ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31246862-115807687889680236?l=pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115807687889680236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31246862&amp;postID=115807687889680236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115807687889680236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31246862/posts/default/115807687889680236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauljohnmatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-of-book.html' title='the back of the book'/><author><name>matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314590600916209005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
