The qualifying round for Olympics Men's High Jump will be at around 0130 on Sat, Singapore time. I'm going to sleep later so that I will not miss any part of it!

Hey! Faster, cleaner webpage! I don't like the empty space beside the pic, but i dunno how to push the pic to e middle also...
B3 for chi o lvls leh... I didn't feel anything about this grade. Maybe I just didn't take the whole O lvls seriously. Why have so much fear, sadness and anxiety abt the exams? You don't need them to be a millionaire nor need them just to make yourself happy, let your parents happy because they like counting As in your report book?
C'mon! Often i ask myself why i have to learn meaningless subjects, like social studies? All those things are not relevant to me later in my life...
Take the extreme for example: Liu Yun
He does so much work and I think he finds joy and happiness in doing them!
Look at my class 4e1... So dry...Everyone's so dull except some like Stanley and Junwei. Dynamic is the word here. They know how to crack jokes and how to find entertainment in the midst of all the paperwork we receive.

Special Sports News Report:
Staffan my idol hit 2.30m in a competition recently, trailing Stefan Holm behind his top position.
I really hope both of them will do their best at the Athens Olympics 2004.

Note: Start reading from the 5th paragraph onwards for the essencec of this blog entry.

Hey ppl it's me again! How yer doin'? I had a war of feelings over the week.
Let me describe what exactly happened during the last day of the 45th National Schools Track And Field. The night before Sarah informed me abt it and I was huh?!? I did not run anything in the big track n field competition and you want me to go? I was feeling that way coz i felt rather isolated from the sch's track team at this point of the time. I haven't been training with them for like 3mths.

But the angel in my mind told me, "You should and must go! If you don't even go to National Stadium to support your fellow teammates, you aren't a good tracker anymore!" The devil was defending itself by saying that if I go, how will the other track members there feel about me? I gave myself some time to think over the night and "steadily" agreed to xiangying the next morning and go with the track members. Moreover, the ones running on that finals day were my best buddies. Namely, Yuk Lung aka Ah long, Zhen Huang, Benedict aka Dict or Ben, and Nadzri aka Nad.

So I stepped out of the classroom by 11.40am and reached the car porch to meet up with track members of the school. Xiangying told me that there'll be boys around. I only saw Gentle Giant sitting at a bench alone himself. GG is Isaac. Ok that's bad for me... I never liked going anywhere with lotsa girls around me lol. I haven't jalan with the girls and ppl for a long long time.. I didn't click with them well. That's my personality-shy? That's fine with me i can just walk beside them and..keep silent?lol.. I h8 going out with the track girls. They always have a chain-like connection. When tracy asked where to go for lunch. None of us could decide.. Then the girls will look at each other.That's what they do and nothing is yet decided...Finally they ssssssttttttrrrrroolllleed (so damn slow sia) out of the school gate and we took a bus to Clementi. Again the girls took their sweet time deciding where to eat. Someone said either Mac or hawker centre. So the whole track gang walked to the hawker C. to eat. Now another problem. Suddenly half excused themselves from eating. Some said they just ate, others simply said they're not eating.

A number of us settled down on one long table. Me, Gina, Shan, Loh Ying, Isaac, Fang Yi, Tracy and Kiki i guessed. I was the last to finish my food and what? Isaac disappeared and Gina told me he went with the rest to Mac! What De... Things went faster from now. The Clementi MRT station was our next destination. Missed one train and caught the second one to meet up with Farjar in the train. Bhoo~Hoo~~ The train sets off all the way to Lavender. Bus 16 was already stopping by the bus stop when we climbed out of the underground station.

Moments later the enormous National Stadium was just in front us. With Isaac's instinct as the compass, we three guys led the group to where Mr Tham and the competitor were. I didn't greet Mr Tham, cuz u know i haven't talked to him for so long. Out of a sudden Isaac said the place we sat is actually Cedar Girls' territory.. He remembers tat sch sitting here last year. Mr Tham wasn't concerned about that. He had the heck-care attitude to such things because he thinks there's no such rules as where schools can sit or not.. True enough, a teacher from Cedar Girls came over and commanded us to leave our seats and find another place.. Then we tried to sit behind err NYGH before we're asked to leave.. Lucky Mr Tham's friend(a coach as well) from
NYGH came over and offered us a place in front of them. We thought we can really rest ourselves although it was not under the shelter unlike the first place we occupied..

Then one of the worst situation came to us... "Sorry this place is reserved for Hwa Chong Junior College, can you please leave this place?" a student came from nowhere and shouted at us. Our track members were starting to stand up when Mr Tham angrily barked, "SIT DOWN!"He was so cool....Like a trial boss, we track members are the gang members hehe..Mr Tham fired back, arguing that there's no such things as reserved or booked areas. We can sit anywhere we like.. The students from Hwa Chong and Mr Tham talked for a while before the Nan Yang Girls' coach(quite a plump one) intervened the negotiation. I overheard some of the sentences the NYGH coach and Mr Tham said. A female HCJC student said," We came here at 5am in the morning and booked this place by marking the spot by placing our flags" Mr Tham retorted," So what if you came here at 5am?" The NYGH coach was fiercer in his words," Hey let me tell you this, there is no such rules of booking the place unless it passed down by the parliament. Unless these rules are set by the organiser, they are not valid. At one time i faced Farjar and told him," Farjar, these people study so much and still they are,so selfish,unreasonable?" Don't you ppl think so? Although we sat on 3 rows, the HCJC ppl could have asked us to sit on one single long row and we will only occupy a tiny part of their "booked territory". A thought suddenly flashed through my troubled mind. OMG...if i get into that jc, will i be as unreasonable as them? The Nan Yang girls themselves already occupied around 5 rows of the HCJC's so-called territory. Yet the jc students didn't even said anything.
You know what i am trying to stress here?!??!!?!? We are looked down by other schools! Our numbers there were merely 20! St Nicholas Girls, SJI, Chinese High and NJC count their numbers by the hundreds.Other top schools have no respect for Tanglin!!!

Then Mr Tham gave up and said, "Nevermind, we'll move somewhere else. I want to see how many more schools will chase us away" We marched our way across the grandstand(under the shelter), passing through Chinese High's horde, NJC then CHIJ Toa Payoh. Yay we found an empty space! The Millenia Institute ppl was semi-spreaded but there was still ample space for us.AHH~ We all heaved a sign of relief when the VJC didn't cared when we took a place behind them.

FAST FORWARD. Nadzri went off for his 100m finals. We were all excited and nervous for him! I never felt like this,supporting a close friend in his event. My eyes zoomed in at him like a tele-camera and focused on the first lane. BANG! Nadzri blasted off from his blocks and sprinted with all his strength. He didn't won the top 3 positions, but I am still very very proud of him because he has made this far to the finals and tried his best. Next was that tragic 4x400 event. We waited so long that we got drenched 2 times by the unexpected rain. First time we went through the exit to seek shelter, then came out to watch the running events. Again the rain came but we were smart to get packed fast and hide.

4x400m was next. Zhen Huang was ready at the starting blocks. Off he GOES! He was last when he passed the baton to Yuk Long and he tried to chase the group ahead. Yes! He slowly caught up with the runner in front and overtook afew when he curved in to the last 100m. Benedict was lining up last at the finishing mark with other 3rd runners to receive their batons. Although Yuk Long was 3rd when he reached the receiving runners, bendict was lined last. So benedict wanted to cut the queue and get the baton as ah long was the next coming in. There was a small confusion around and benedict grabbed the baton and went off,4th in position now. A St Patrick guy was just in front of him, so near that it seemed Ben was trailing behind him. I quickly commented that to Farjar,"Eh, Ben's blocked by that guy!" In just a split-second after i turned my eyes away from farjar and focused on Ben, he slipped off and fell into a sitting position. His baton flew at least 3 lanes right of him. But he quickly recovered and took the baton and carried on the race. Now TSS is last.Kaini was covering her mouth with both hands and gina on her shoulders...Everyone was ghastly shocked!

It's over... We lost... I was so devastated! I can feel how the 4 of them felt... It would be hell for them inside their hearts, but they just can't vent their angry in any way they want. Imagine studying hard many months for the O levels and yet you can't get a decent grade. All your efforts have been wasted by a small incident.. In chinese you called it "GONG KUI YI KUI"

I've been doing loads of homework these few weeks. There's no ending at all! I don't really feel I'm going to spend my youthful days poring over the papers. I thought I could use this weekend to finish up my work... But guess who's at the computer again? I started to play quite a bit of GB. I have the full-suit now, or maybe that's what I think. Chief Hair, Robot X, Gold Armor, Pet 01.
 
Maybe i'll stick to my usual entertainment plan. "What plan?" is probably what you'll say uh-huh! It's pretty simple. After i get home from school, i'll settle down a bit and relax. That will be at around 4pm.  THEN IT IS "F.R.I.E.N.D.S" TIME !!! My sis's bf d/l and burned so much episodes that i can watch them one a day for a month. Yes. One friends episode will keep me going. Those 6 lead characters are so hilarious and have great personality. I tried to speak the way each of the 3 guys do, but I couldn' t because I wasn't experienced enough and didn't have their looks. `AhahA` The one thing that i don't like about them now is that they have grown old! I'm now watching the burned epics of season 3. Now channel 5 shows season 10(Year 10). They aren't so energetic as before and their aging faces were unable to make damn damn damn funny expressions.
 
I'll tell you in each blog entry what i like about one character in the show.
Now i'll comment on Matthew Perry as Chandler Bing in the show.Yes he is the one that is in the new movie The Whole Ten Yards.
 
There was once in an episode a person named Russ(date of Rachel) who looked exactly like Ross(David Schwimmer). He went behind Chandler and said hi. Chandler thought he was his friend, Ross. So he said, "Hi RosS-PAA!!!" He was so shocked !!! And it was very funny.

Spira. Once upon a time it was a world of prosperity, sustained by an advanced civilization of machina.
Then, one thousand years ago, Sin came. This immortal menace brought perennial destruction to the land and slowed advances to civilization. The teachings of Yevon offered solace to Spira’s terrified people, but also forbade the use of machina. Still, most people were willing to sacrifice progress for a sense of security, and civilization eventually came to a standstill.
Summoners emerged as Spira’s only hope. They alone were able to stop Sin—if only for a little while.
On the day she becomes a summoner, Yuna, a girl of seventeen, meets him. The young man claims to have come from Zanarkand, though that city was supposedly destroyed a thousand years earlier.
Hearing his claim, Yuna knows this is no chance encounter. Her father, Braska, was a summoner before her. Jecht, a man who served as his guardian, also claimed to have come from Zanarkand.
The next day, Yuna and her own guardians—Kimahri, Wakka, and Lulu—set out on a journey to defeat Sin.
He comes along, too, and before long he becomes one of Yuna’s guardians. Others join them: a man named Auron who guarded Braska and an Al Bhed girl named Rikku. The pilgrimage continues.
Yuna and her entourage witness much. Operation Mi’ihen is launched in an attempt to stop Sin with machina, but it fails. Seymour Guado, a maester of Yevon, reveals machinations of his own. Finally, Yuna and company arrive at their destination, the sacred ruins of Zanarkand. It is here that they were to learn the one and only way to defeat Sin: the Final Summoning.
But Yuna learns something entirely different. Sin cannot be truly destroyed using the Final Summoning. Not now, not ever. Rikku’s father, Cid, takes Yuna and her friends aboard his airship. They begin a new journey, this time in search of another way to destroy Sin. After uncovering the truths and fallacies behind Sin and the teachings of Yevon, they finally succeed in vanquishing Sin.
However, that victory meant he would vanish.
A heavy price is paid, but Spira finds peace and freedom from the terror of Sin at last.
Filled with the many memories of her journey, Yuna speaks to the people of Spira:“The people and the friends we have lost, or the dreams that have faded... Never forget them.”
Two years have passed since Sin was destroyed.
Since defeating Sin and becoming high summoner, Yuna has lived on her childhood home of Besaid Island, and the predictable days pass by one after another.
Isn’t this simple happiness what she always wanted? Still, Yuna senses something is missing...
Then, one day, her former guardian Rikku comes to Besaid and shows Yuna a movie sphere.
The recording is of him.
Or is it? Yuna can’t tell whether it’s him or just someone who looks like him.
“Let’s go look for more clues!” The voice is Rikku’s.
If it is him, Yuna might be able to see him one more time.
If not, Yuna will probably never see him again.
No matter what the truth may be, the answers she finds may change things forever.
Yuna begins another journey.

Ways To Annoy Osama Bin Laden


Point out the lice in his beard to make him feel self-conscious.
Pause for a moment, listen carefully, and say, "Doesn't that sound a lot like a B-52?"

Ask him if he's looking forward to replacing Hitler as Satan's favorite chew toy in the lowest inferno of Hell.

Tell him all about your great vacation to Saudi Arabia, where you went absolutely everywhere and did everything, just stomped all over the place.

Use his satellite phone to call the time and weather line in Buenos Aires and leave it off the hook.

Tell him how much less you paid for your Kalashnikov rifle.

Now that you know the address of his secret cave hideout, fill out magazine subscription cards for him for the Wine Spectator and Penthouse. But do not, under any circumstances, send him Popular Mechanics.

Order him ten Domino's pizzas with extra ham topping.

Correct him when he ends a sentence with a preposition.

Ask whether the Taliban gets cable, because you haven't seen "Sex and the City" for weeks.

Yank the end of his turban really hard to make him spin around like a top.

Switch all the CD's in the jewel boxes in his CD collection, so that when he reaches for Michael Bolton, he'll actually get the Mohammed Rafi.

Mine his bathroom.

Leave business cards for the Israeli Mossad in his Rolodex.

Take pictures of all his wives and post them on www.AmIhotOrNot.com

Ask him if he wears boxers or briefs. Check. Take pictures. Again, post these on www.AmIhotOrNot.com

Give him a Hot Chicks of Palestine calendar.

Ask him if Paradise is different for each person, and whether in your own paradise you'll get to "kick his ass every day for eternity".

Refer to him as "Osama-osama-fee-fi-fo-fama bin Laden".

Ask whether suicide bombers have to pay union dues.

Tell him it's lovely what he's done with his cave, but that it'd look much nicer covered with huge, smoking craters.

At dinner, imply that the Northern Alliance has much prettier place settings.

Claim you once saw him at a Hooter's in Muncie wearing a yarmulke.

Ask him if he wouldn't mind if you opened the door and shined your laser pointer on his forehead for a few minutes.

Tell him that this is the worst pyjama party you've ever attended.

Ask for some pork rinds and a good brew to wash them down.

Ask him if he provides his employees with a 401K plan.

Complement him on all his poppies outside, but mention that a few day lilies would be a nice accent.

Ask whether the Taliban is hoping to be bombed ahead into the Stone Age, or perhaps the Iron Age if enough shell casings survive.

Explain that America is a land of freedom and opportunity, filled with people of every race, religion, and background, including millions of women strong enough to knock the crap out of him.

Claim that they serve much better falafel at the public executions in Sudan.

Ask him if he's pursuing the Lesser Jihad, the Greater Jihad, or the "Completely Whacked Out of his Freaking Gourd" Jihad.

Swirl your drink thoughtfully and mention, "Just think, in a few weeks you might fit in this glass!"

Check to see if Saddam is on his speed-dial list.

They have to wait a few years to see current television shows in Afghanistan, so give away the secret of who's having a baby on Friends.

Warn him that you're "in a New York state of mind."

Mention that his wives look quite fetching in their burkas, and ask whether they've ever thought of modeling.

Ask him, "say, where do you keep all those Stinger missiles?" just in case he'll be caught off guard and answer correctly.

Give him a "noogie" or a "wedgie". If there's actually still a flush toilet left in Afghanistan, give him a "swirlie".*

Play a game of Monopoly with him. Make him play the thimble. See if he charges interest. Claim that his properties are your "holy lands" and blow up his hotels.

Offer to take him "clubbing" in Tel Aviv with your friends Saul and Ivan.

When you leave, wave and say, "Shalom!"

i went to the Jurong Regional Library. why is it called regional? I always thought regional is meant for big areas. Even the whole singapore island i won't call it bigger than "regional". I went with 2 other ppl. i caught flu from many days ago and now while i'm tying this my nose is running faster than my words can appear on the screen.

Plan for tonight.

-Do one comprehension, reference to answers allowed.

Plan aka mission ImpossIblE for tomorrow.

-Short run in the morning around the neighbourhood.Provided I can wake up early enough. If not do the followings for the rest of the day

-3 compre.s by any method; magically; by seeing answers; or do anyhow.

eek! who's that "find me if you can" who posted a meaningless message on my tagboard? Dun care anymore about that. I will be as tough as gold, after a good 10 years i will still be the same. I will be black horse of the race(Seabiscuit), like a 10000m runner who came from the back and overtook the leading runner to clinch his Olympic Gold!

barbecue at West Coast Park yesterday! So (not) FUn! Why? The guys who went were all those "hum zi" guys. Maybe they were just shy infront of the 10-odd girls who went too. I just don't know why they so "hum ji". Lynn gathered us to play some wacko games but they just excused themselves by saying ," We go toilet first" And Patricia..Thanks for your constant reminder that I was saying the word barbecue wrongly

Liu Yun and me was in the middle between the grp of girls and those boys who was walking away. I looked at liu yun and he looked back, dunno what to do. So we went to the rock bay for a while and returned to the barbecue pit. Those jerks still not back yet lol. Liu yun also as bad as the other guys. He said about deciding whether to pay for the food($7) and yong zen keep saying, "I'll leave once Gary comes and pass me the Condition Zero" Condition Zero's a game anyway. Finian, the organizer of the whole thing, also didn't want to play games with the girls. Me leh? Not good either...The plaster the doc sticked on my elbow was on the verge of falling off. I was afraid of a possible infection so i rejected the girls while I... held on to my plaster hah. Still that white plaster fell off when i was kicking soccer with the boys.Barefooted you know? Before that some ppl were having some fun activites on the field. Something that seemed like a mixture of egg yolk and white were on the field. I stepped afew times on those!

Alright. Speaking of the actual barbecuing, it was devastated by the girls! half a box of fire starters were gone when we boys returned to the pit. First Jiayi and Finian took over. Not doing that great as well. Then Yong Zen came to help. He was pretty good at fire-making! Finian on the other hand, started to set up a bunch of charcoals and lit a fire starter in it. His one was burning well, but those charcoals weren't burning! All i could see was the fire starter holding on to its flame, surrounded by lots of charcoal.
He occasionally barked funnily, "No! I will not use paper" He said that because Yong Zen was using paper to help get his charcoal bush burning. Lol once i replied when Finian said that, "Hello? You're not fighting a war!" Finian's voice was a commanding and so hilarious. Oh, the girls started making the fire at 4pm plus and finally something was put onto the netted pit, not before 6pm!

All the girls stood near the pit doing their barbecuing. We guys? Played Tai-Di(Big2) on a pinic mat till it was so dark that i complained that i couldn't see my cards well.I gulped down so much soft drinks and Yuan Jun said he did too. The first course of the barbecue was sticks of (Hotdog, Fishball,Crabmeat 3in1). Next was satay!Really really delicious ones!There was once i went to the pitt and Lynn asked me to try an Otah to see whether it's cooked. She kept scaring me that Patricia ate one last time and couldn't go for band practice for following whole week!
There were marinated chicken wings. Yummy. But i didn't had any! Chicken wings didn't appear till it was almost 9pm! We didn't buy any metal barbecue sticks to use with the wings. And it was so bored! No music. Nothing entertaining.Yong Zen, aiyo. He started a small fire on the grass patch and started to barbecue there! So many things were thrown into the charcoal that started the fire! Plastic snack bags,satay sticks. Yikes.Barbecue is already quite bad for health and yong zen's way of barbecuing was even more harmful for the body. My stomach was so bloated with soft drinks that i decided to go home early. Lynn's dad was coming to fetch her home so I took a free ride home yay!

The Statue


A woman was in bed with her lover when she heard her husband opening the front door.

"Hurry!" she said. "Stand in the corner." She quickly rubbed baby oil all over him and then she dusted him with talcum powder. "Don't move until I tell you to," she whispered. "Just pretend you're a statue."

"What's this honey?" the husband inquired as he entered the room.

"Oh, its just a statue," she replied nonchalantly. "The Smiths bought one for their bedroom. I liked it so much, I got one for us too."

No more was said about the statue, not even later that night when they went to sleep. Around two in the morning the husband got out of bed, went to the kitchen and returned a while later with a sandwich and a glass of milk. "Here," he said to the 'statue', "eat something. I stood like an idiot at the Smith's for three days and nobody offered me so much as a glass of water.