<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224</id><updated>2009-10-14T06:14:54.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>story of my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Dannyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172689448794504153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>306</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-8857609555749403993</id><published>2007-12-25T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T21:53:21.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we've moved</title><content type='html'>thank you for visiting daniel's ex blog. feel free to browse through all 310-posts of archives and laugh at his life. for more mundane everyday nonsense, click here. and while youre doing that, have yourself a merry little christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dannyboy325.wordpress.com"&gt;http://dannyboy325.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see you on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15320224-8857609555749403993?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/8857609555749403993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15320224&amp;postID=8857609555749403993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/8857609555749403993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/8857609555749403993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/2007/12/weve-moved.html' title='we&apos;ve moved'/><author><name>Dannyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172689448794504153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11682033356974971795'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-2923476333810244428</id><published>2007-11-01T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T12:19:54.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>possibly temporary. this is NOT a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dannyboy325.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh i am random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11682033356974971795'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-7706169938064747110</id><published>2007-10-31T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:39:02.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whims and fancies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;chinese o lvls today. i found it hard, dunno about you. hopefully everyone found it hard, then the bell curve will just shift upwards. i wonder if it can be a bell curve if its totally assymetrical. or if it ends before reaching 75%. anyway, now theres only mep and guitar left. and i have yet to start preparing for either of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch with my mum after chinese. pepper lunch doesnt taste as good as it used to, or maybe its just that im sick. and i realised how stupid i am. im sick and i went to cycle and run around. cycled along the canal, thats 2.4 km, then from ghim moh to my house, along the road. thats about. 5 or 6 bus stops i think. uphill half the time. or 3/4. and now im feeling even more sick. and my head hurts. stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what subjects to pick next year. having dropped physics last year, i only have 2 main choices. i either do arts courses in uni, meaning humans subjects, or medicine. ill probably take chem history and math at higher level, with larts, chinese and bio/econs at sl. so its between bio and econs. if i take econs, i cant take medicine. if i take bio, it only adds medicine. so the point is, do i see myself with a dr in front of my name within the next 10 years. to think of it, i have no idea why i want to be a lawyer, or why i DONT want to be a doctor. i think it was just on the spur of the moment when i went. i think i shall be a lawyer when i grow up. why? oh no reason. just for the fun of it. and i dont even know if itll be fun. think you stupid brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to continue with my point about the non-existence of fairness. it brings me to something we discussed in POD this year. about how, despite the fact that there is no perfection in human society, we still have the notion of such a concept. so where could such a concept come from. for example if you lived in a primitive society with no computers your whole life, you couldnt possibly imagine the possibility of the internet. so why is it that we are able to imagine perfection despite having absolutely no contact with it. unless we have, and through a supernatural being that is GOD. well my head hurts now so im not thinking properly. so im sorry if whatever i just said makes no argumentative sense whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should shift from blogspot. but what about my archives. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;with you&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/15320224-7706169938064747110?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/7706169938064747110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15320224&amp;postID=7706169938064747110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/7706169938064747110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/7706169938064747110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/2007/10/whims-and-fancies.html' title='whims and fancies'/><author><name>Dannyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172689448794504153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11682033356974971795'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-3859767231142344730</id><published>2007-10-29T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:46:05.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>additional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bytes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in the midst of a conversation with therese, this statement came up. where has the fairness in the world gone. well it made me think. and here's what i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there isnt such a thing as fairness. how would you define fairness? everyone being equal? and therefore getting equal pay and benefits? an ideal communist society perhaps. how is that fair then. even when i work harder than you, ill get the same things. ill have to eat the same food, live in the same kind of house and circumstances. wouldnt that make life unfair for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about the other scenario. meritocracy. reap what you sow. and here's where all the dissatisfied people go: thats not fair. why are those people more privileged. why can people afford to donate millions of dollars at one shot when i have to slog half of my life away just earning one million. why do people own hotel chains when im still paying off the loan for my house. human nature is a continually unhappy one. it gives rise to change and progress through our everlasting hunger for a better life. it also gives rise to hatred, feelings of unhappiness, and looking for ways to outdo others and leave them in your wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i was going to say that fairness died when politics was invented. but i think now that mankind killed fairness when we envisioned the possibility of such a concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ignorance is bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15320224-3859767231142344730?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/3859767231142344730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15320224&amp;postID=3859767231142344730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/3859767231142344730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/3859767231142344730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/2007/10/additional.html' title='additional'/><author><name>Dannyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172689448794504153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11682033356974971795'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-79093652391858141</id><published>2007-10-29T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:25:57.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the first monday of the holidays. and as with all holidays, its spent in school. guitar from 1030 to 430. and i actually left my house at 930, thinking that guitar started at 10. unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, i was distracted by my phone and missed the bus. and unfortunately 74 doesnt come that often. well not as often as i would like it too. so i ended up getting to school only 10 minutes early. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now just after handing over council, i have a new job. well not really. we still have stuff to do, like clear out our cupboards and plan council camp. and as guitar pres ill have more work to do too. like admin stuff for next year, planning concerts, reminding people about practices, organising the orchestra. ah well. i need to jump out of this slacking mood. especially with mep o lvls a week away. and chinese o lvls in 2 days. slap me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make me mug.&lt;br /&gt;im spending too much time&lt;br /&gt;on the phone&lt;br /&gt;on the comp&lt;br /&gt;on the xbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11682033356974971795'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-3695235232912110142</id><published>2007-10-28T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:29:38.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>peiyi.                      prepare. says (10:28 PM):&lt;br /&gt;in times of trouble, do not FRET. you can always PULL IT OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15320224-3695235232912110142?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/3695235232912110142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15320224&amp;postID=3695235232912110142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/3695235232912110142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/3695235232912110142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/2007/10/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>Dannyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172689448794504153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11682033356974971795'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-1947341224121799131</id><published>2007-10-28T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:51:13.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and i started the holidays by destroying my iTunes library. in an attempt to convert calida's song from wav to mp3 so i could put it in my phone, i clicked on iTunes. and seeing as how it didnt work, i naturally clicked on it again. and again. and again. until my comp lagged. so i ctrl-alt-deleted and ended the itunes process. and the next time i opened it, my library was empty. so i had to recreate the library, with all play counts and ratings set at 0. and with no playlists. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite all the sadness. halo 3 is a really interesting game. especially once i koped a giant axe thingy from one of the enemies, which sets of a gigantic shock wave explosion when you whack someone with it. yay. kill. kill. kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chinese&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;more music.&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/15320224-1947341224121799131?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/1947341224121799131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15320224&amp;postID=1947341224121799131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/1947341224121799131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/1947341224121799131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-so.html' title='and so'/><author><name>Dannyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172689448794504153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11682033356974971795'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-144126764868459342</id><published>2007-10-27T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T22:05:35.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the suspense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are the heavens for, if not for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well. this is going to be a relatively long post, seeing as how i was out the whole of yesterday and today and so couldnt blog about all the stuff i wanted to blog about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. we celebrated kevin wong's birthday today. happy birthday kwong. and since i was out yesterday till late, i overslept and woke up at 10am. when his party was supposed to start at 10 and happens to be at east coast. inevitably, because of the stupid rigidity of the space-time continuum, i was late for the party. ate breakfast at 1030, left the house, reached his place at 11, and ate lunch at 12. and i must say, 1 and a half burgers, 5 chicken wings, fries and a milkshake leave you a very full person if you eat them less than 2 hours after your breakfast. played nintendo DS, of which there were 4. 2 belonging to his aunts, one to his brother and one to him. ate doughnuts with candles on top of them in place of a cake, and drank milo while everyone else except kevin low drank irish coffee. containing alcohol. ah well. too bad i dont take coffee. then. we played nintendo wii. man his grandma's house is such a gaming centre. after which, zhang boey and i stayed for dinner while juzzie jason and klow left. so we played more ds, more wii, and cards. had an awesomely nice dinner with roasted pork and chicken, and then an equally awesomely nice cheescake. so. we sang the birthday song for him twice today. 2 celebrations in one day isnt that bad. and playing the wii was a good enough work out for an unfit person like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was slacking the day away a long distance away from my house, i received 10 missed calls from my parents. and when i reached home i found out what it was all about. the first surprise was that my brother is at home. he got kicked out of scouts camp early cos his arms are covered with blisters because of some sunburn he got while kayaking. the 2nd surprise is that sitting next to my tv is a xbox 360. yes thats right. with halo 3, forza motorsport 2 and ninety-nine nights. so much for having nothing to do during the holidays. ill be lucky to even accomplish HALF of all the things i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. on to yesterday's news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the last day of school. brought my amp to school and russ brought his guitar. it was a really unproductive jamming session though, other than the chance to bother the class. either way. after the technical end of my secondary school life, i had guitar comm interviews. which almost made me late for my piano lesson, which was more of mep tuition. seeing as how i didnt play anything on the piano at all, other than the tune of the first subject of haydn's symphony no. 104. i will so be hating that song by 7 november, if i get my act together and study properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. on the way to piano, we passed by this tiny structure by the side of the road. its probably the same size as my room, and was surrounded by a nondescript green fence. on which was pasted the sign: protected place. with a illustration of a soldier pointing a gun at a trespasser. oh the need for technicalities in our society. firstly i doubt anyone would be guarding a post of that size. secondly i dont think anyone would bother climbing over the fence only to find that he can accomplish almost nothing in that small fenced up area. unless he is planning on sleeping on the ground, next to a highway, protected by a fence. which failed to keep him out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing. during our level briefing, we were told that we would have to be much more mature next year. after all, while in secondary school we were given the excuse of being immature and childish, somewhat. but once we hit year 5, expectations increase. we shouldnt even need to be told to keep quiet. just a "good morning" should suffice in silencing the entire cohort. now this i couldnt understand. yesterday i was an immature secondary school student, whose boisterous behaviour was understandable. in the course of the next 2 months however, i will undergo a change in maturity that 4 years of good wholesome education could not instill in me. next january, POOF. ill be a mature student. who will be able to fulfil all the expectations. oh that is one process i dont want to miss out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before worship practice, i went to cycle 9 km. seeing as i havent cycled in over 2 years, that wasnt bad. i didnt even fall off while cycling with one hand. although i did almost crash into someone who suddenly changed direction while jogging in front of me. thankfully, i didnt. after the worship practice, which reminded me once again to fix my spiritual life, i was in the car going home with my grandparents. listening to their conversation was really interesting. my grandfather was talking in hokkien, and my grandmother was replying in english. and the conversation ensued with natural efficiency. the wonders of bilingualism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so. i shall go and sleep, or i will be late for worship practice tomorrow at 740. seeing as how it takes a half an hour drive to get there. more thinking in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you never know&lt;br /&gt;how much that means to me.&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/15320224-144126764868459342?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/144126764868459342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15320224&amp;postID=144126764868459342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/144126764868459342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/144126764868459342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/2007/10/suspense.html' title='the suspense'/><author><name>Dannyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172689448794504153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11682033356974971795'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-4973457264704741268</id><published>2007-10-25T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:32:32.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;today's school wasnt as wasted as i thought it would be. started the day with a long talk with russell. and then played some poker. and then stoned around abit, filled in forms. well thats better than stoning the whole day. came back, had chinese tuition, during which i was totally sleepy. no idea why. spent the rest of the evening on the phone and msn. had dinner, then guitar lesson. after which i am now no longer eager to buy a new guitar. i want a new amp which has effects and a double-plug in. that would own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for some hwachong play thingy yesterday. it sounded very much like a social studies lesson. understanding our past. well i just couldnt bear to listen to the accents, pronounciations and enunciations. and especially since their PAP wore black pants and their GOD was violent and egoistic. island creamery was worth the walk to serene centre, and i must say watching pei yi rambling on with glen was interesting. although hannah and i didnt know what they were talking about most of the time. ah. i need to get out more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;council 08. despite the setbacks, messups and possible mis-decisions (if theres such a word), weve got to trust that things will work out. one way or the other. so this goes out to all the disappointed sec 3s. just because things are this way doesnt mean you cant make a difference. for all you know, the position you are now in may free you up to make bigger changes to the board. hopefully changes for the better. it would really be a shame if everything mrbongard has worked for goes down the drain just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i didnt pay attention during devotions and felt it was a little weird. it did have a point. especially when i look at it with what russell told me. well GOD can speak in any way. i think ive been looking out for obvious signs and voices in my head, when all the time the messages are screaming out at me. fix me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its got to start somewhere. and sometime. so why not here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someones got to have hope&lt;br /&gt;thats how dreams are born.&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/15320224-4973457264704741268?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-503982955471014258</id><published>2007-10-23T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:32:40.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and i</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;got back our report cards today to look. and big surprise, im not top 3 in class. 43 points. and thats with 3 bonus points. ah well. just a reminder to mug next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese karaoke competition. some were not bad. like brandon ang. but others. well, lets just say i dont think the rankings were correct. well not incorrect per se. rather that i strongly vehemently oppose them. well. maybe if i improve my voice a lot during the holidays by getting a band, i might be good enough to join just for the fun of it. with isaac and zhang. that would be interesting. i think we got enough stares already today, and we were in the audience. laughing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my rubik's cube got confiscated today. because during the long and absolutely action-packed emergency drill today, jason took it to play. and mrs sim took it. along with jonas' which was being handled by jonny. well. life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you finally find&lt;br /&gt;you and i collide&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/15320224-503982955471014258?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/503982955471014258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15320224&amp;postID=503982955471014258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we watched a sad sad show doing chapel today. which of course, left the flabulously strong zhang unaffected. HA ZHANG. but it makes me think. what are we living for, if not the present moment. are we living for the day we die? for those who believe, the day we join our creator in heaven? or just the end. in which case, we are living for NOTHING. it scares me sometimes, just thinking about it. death. consistent and clinically precise. reliable. final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive found something to go to school for. rubik's cube! now that ive learnt the 1st 2 layers, kinda, i need to learn the last. then perfect it. and hopefully understand the steps instead of mindlessly memorising scenarios and executing the solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;till next time&lt;br /&gt;ill be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;in anticipation.&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/15320224-3235787746656658592?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/3235787746656658592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15320224&amp;postID=3235787746656658592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/3235787746656658592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/3235787746656658592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-are-we-living-for.html' title='what are we living for'/><author><name>Dannyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172689448794504153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11682033356974971795'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-5754210421879769717</id><published>2007-10-21T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:07:40.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saviour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we all need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just watched superman returns. quite an interesting show, but not something id go crazy about. HOWEVER. it did make me realise something. do you realise how in all these movies and comics and shows which involve people taking over the world and destroying EVERYTHING, the USA usually IS the world. like everything. all that matters. oh yes. destroy new york, nuke it, poison the water supply, and POOF. humanity collapses. not that im saying the USA isnt important, it is. i mean it would probably destroy the world economy and have effects on every single country if the USA collapsed. but its just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i have nothing to blog about, other than complaints about how my classmates all get to slack while i have stupid o lvl music and higher chinese. i guess everyone takes chinese so it doesnt count. but 7 november? when theyre all at the class chalet? grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. heres the depressing breakdown of marks. after moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;larts: 74% (6 points).&lt;br /&gt;chinese (i cant believe i got this for an equivalent of hard chinese b): 77% (6 points).&lt;br /&gt;cmath: 96% (7 points).&lt;br /&gt;amath: 97% (7 points).&lt;br /&gt;chem: 71% (6 points).&lt;br /&gt;bio: 83% (6 points).&lt;br /&gt;ihs (thats humanities, kinda): 83% (7 points).&lt;br /&gt;history: 76% (6 points).&lt;br /&gt;mep (which was supposed to HELP me get high marks): 77% (6 points).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. next year is for mugging. i want my scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if it be so.&lt;br /&gt;ill leave it.&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/15320224-5754210421879769717?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/5754210421879769717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>marks</title><content type='html'>stupid representations of intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back our final year exam marks. and i got a stupid average of 82, which is like. what. 6th in class? rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you've got me there.&lt;br /&gt;waiting.&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/15320224-1177628299926922165?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/1177628299926922165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15320224&amp;postID=1177628299926922165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone buy me flickr pro. or a server. yes. that works too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15320224-5847850882664012323?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/5847850882664012323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15320224&amp;postID=5847850882664012323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/5847850882664012323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/5847850882664012323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/2007/10/upload.html' 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/&gt;tomorrow. hearts beating quick. students swearing. running around comparing little insignificant numbers on pieces of paper. shouting at other people. sitting in a corner of class with a sad face. laughing. crying. hating yourself. sighing with relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which one are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confusion is a wonderful thing&lt;br /&gt;the extent of actions it can drive you to&lt;br /&gt;the mashed up state of your mind&lt;br /&gt;and your heart.&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/15320224-3796851860436144631?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/3796851860436144631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>and theres nothing left</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what a nice day for my stupid spacebar to spoil. i think i must have typed too much when i was having that amazingly long blog post yesterday. this is really pissing me off,so im notgonna bother to insert anymore spaceswhen the key doesnt work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.another day at school. we went for the sec 3 council speeches,and i must say liu yang wasmost entertaining.thankfully we got to miss PE because of that,and thats a good thing since i didnt bring any PE attire. after which i readapocalypse and watched shooter.quite an interesting show,although there was one part of it which i am quite sure i have watched before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers still hurt from archery.now my fingers on my left hand hurt too because i was playing guitar.oh well. timeto goupload pictures from australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was there ever a chance&lt;br /&gt;or was i too caught up with a concept&lt;br /&gt;an illusion&lt;br /&gt;a figment of imagination&lt;br /&gt;that of hope.&lt;br /&gt;false hope without a shred of substance.&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/15320224-8073550130999327098?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/8073550130999327098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15320224&amp;postID=8073550130999327098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/8073550130999327098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/8073550130999327098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-theres-nothing-left.html' title='and theres nothing left'/><author><name>Dannyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172689448794504153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11682033356974971795'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-7530035990371254322</id><published>2007-10-16T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:36:44.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is spartaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well then the choice is simple&lt;br /&gt;spartans never surrender&lt;br /&gt;spartans never retreat&lt;br /&gt;spartans only die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will fight in the shade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;landed at 9 pm yesterday. the first message i got was from mr bongard, and it was congratulatory. at least it wasnt work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. that was one fascinating trip. its a rare occurrence that i get to spend so much time with friends and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wandering the foreign streets. listening to the sounds. watching the world pass by in such slow motion. going mad. splurging on things id never need but want. looking for a life id love. dreaming of the future. learning of the past.&lt;br /&gt;creating hopes. losing dreams.&lt;br /&gt;dreading the return to reality. awaiting the re-establishment of consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, we must try. ushering the dawn of a future that may be brighter than any we can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this looks like its going to be a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 1 (FRIDAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived in perth at around 1240 am. reached the hotel at 1.30. had a supper of leftover fries, stoned around and then went to sleep at 4am. woke up at 9 am i think. maybe earlier. had cereal for breakfast, with frozen milk. went shopping and i bought superman: red son. it looks like an interesting read. if u can call comics reading. walked around the shopping district but unfortunately didnt buy anything. had really nice pizza for lunch, all the while discussing care for the elderly. i must say, i didnt know arguing over moral and ethical issues were that interesting. let alone scientific possibilities. went for the opening ceremony of the Future Problem Solving Competition. went for the dinner, which wasnt that filling nor nice. still, it sufficed. made friends with some people from the hong kong international school. the guy was very quiet, and one of the girls was obsessed with death. we went from talking about the sun to talking about getting skin cancer. and she reached the conclusion that she would die from something else before getting skin cancer. and then she told us about a sign at the railroad that read "your family wont have to scatter your remains for you. the train will". fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 2 (SATURDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;woke up at like 7am. ate a cereal breakfast again. went for the fps competition. collected lunch from a nearby shop that mrazmi and mrtan ordered the day before. zhang and i sat in the sun with the hong kong team eating and talking until their teacher ordered us into the shade on the grounds that skin cancer would unleash itself on us in this midday heat. we then proceeded to prepare for our action plan presentation, but were distracted by the cmps presentation and interview. so we left our room and joined louis and shaun in presenting our cmps project, which sadly failed to clinch any prizes. getting beaten by hwa chong. absolut rawr. so because we spent so much time on cmps, our action plan presentation was half-baked and didnt get into the finals. another disappointment. after that we went for dinner with the other singaporean teams minus hwa chong. fish and chips ftw. watching mrazmi making conversation with female teachers was interesting too. and then just because i was talking to girls on the way back i get accused by the nanyang primary teacher of being a flirt. or traitor. i cant quite remember. oh well. we went back and ate instant noodles and chinese takeaway. notbadatall. of course. the night was spent emoing and talking until the early morning. until louis started snoring and zhang fell asleep lying across the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 3 (SUNDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;woke up at 9am. went for breakfast with the other acs team at a cafe nearby. although the eggs tasted sour to me, the bacon was awesome. after then we hopped on the chartered bus to wesley college. ah that reminds me. throughout all the bus rides zhang and i were singing songs. especially ones with falsetto. drawing attention from weird people is rather fun, actually. so. the awards ceremony was very disappointing, with none of our teams winning in the cmps nor action plan categories. so when we heard that we won fps, the other people went mad. not me of course. unlike klem who starting waving his hands about on stage and kwong who started hugging klem and zhang. because we were so happy that we won fps, 1st out of 3 teams, we didnt pay attention for the rest of the ceremony. after that was a winner's briefing and then a city tour. our stop at fremantle was taken up entirely by a large fish and chips lunch. and then we were dropped off at the apartment/slum to put our bags. which we were too lazy to do, so we just watched klem making conversation with the bus driver and speculating on their speech. after which we were dropped at the city, so we bought souveniors and walked to the park to take photos. until it was too dark for any of us to take any photos. especially me with my 2 megapixel camera. might as well be a phone. back to the hotel for more chinese takeaway and maggi mee. their hokkien mee is so not hokkien mee. and their char kway teow is nice. except that its more ee fu noodles that char kway teow. slept late again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 4 (MONDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;woke up rather late at 9. went for breakfast at the same cafe, with heavenly scrambled eggs. went to shop for more comics, chocolates, shirt (notice the lack of plurality), food and lunch. lunch was at a japanese restaurant, and the chicken katsu i shared with kwong was so not japanese at all. at least the ambience provoked zhang to take out his jap txtbook and mug. went off to the airport, bought a random cd from there. wandered around. boarded the plane. watched 300 and the remainder of house i missed on the flight there. unfortunately, sitting next to a potential air rager or ragee wasnt any fun. luckily he didnt air rage cos he found solace in the tv screen. never knew 300 was such an interesting show. if i didnt have a screen i think i would go mad. it was me and mrtan sitting in between 2 rows of primary school kids. behind them were the scholars, a wall, rgs (Q_Q) then the rest of the acs boys. noooooo. so at long last we got home, cleared customs, got our luggage. then i ate burger king, went home, bathed and konked off the moment i lied down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 4 + 1 (TUESDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;went to school. had an anti-gambling talk. got ordered to cut my hair. spent the school day doing NOTHING. tried to watch house but our class was too noisy. went for archery lesson, which was fun, but muddy. went to cut my hair. got home at 8, ate dinner, bathed and blogged. and now i shall go sleep. till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and everytime i think of you&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to miss this chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yet&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accidentally in love&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/15320224-7530035990371254322?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/7530035990371254322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15320224&amp;postID=7530035990371254322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/7530035990371254322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/7530035990371254322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-spartaaa.html' title='this is spartaaa'/><author><name>Dannyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172689448794504153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11682033356974971795'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-338996026283343621</id><published>2007-10-14T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:18:46.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are the champions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it feels good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;its the end of the fps competition. first, the bad news. we got owned in action plan presentation. when we got 2nd last year. oh well. cmps, we didnt get any prize. 3 prizes and 6 teams. we didnt win. RAWR. we ranked the same level as a project about toilets. GRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good news. we got 1st for Asia-Pacific fps. the bad news: there were only 3 teams. well at least that means that we are going for the american finals next year. although they might clash with world scholar's cup. which means we can only do one. ahhh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returning tomorrow. hopefully i can finish up that episode of house. and hopefully i can buy souveniors before we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone give me 370 dollars. so i can get a 24-fret guitar with a line 6 amp from city music. with like a 100 dollar discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do i dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15320224-338996026283343621?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/338996026283343621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15320224&amp;postID=338996026283343621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/338996026283343621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/338996026283343621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-are-champions.html' title='we are the champions'/><author><name>Dannyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172689448794504153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11682033356974971795'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-8940324485472823698</id><published>2007-10-12T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:29:14.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>undercover</title><content type='html'>in perth now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our hotel isnt really a hotel. as its name says, its an apartment. now it isnt too bad, but still its not a hotel. at least there is hot water, a toaster and a microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we touched down at 12.30 in the morning. reached the apartments at 1.30 after a half an hour bus ride in the dark. during which i attempted to take photos of things outside with my handphone. however, as i have learnt. night mode isnt REALLY night vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate cereal for breakfast. then we went out to explore the city. bought a comic. its a communist interpretation of superman. looks interesting. theyve got some nice guitar shops there. with explorers and flying vs. oh why didnt i bring my atm card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was on mr alvin tan. 3 pizzas between the 7 of us. not bad i must say, although fizzy water isnt nice at all. well. the fps programme is starting tonight. hope we get seats with total strangers, its more fun that way. if its according to schools, that would be absolutely no fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i got to eat some nice ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and ill wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15320224-8940324485472823698?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/8940324485472823698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15320224&amp;postID=8940324485472823698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/8940324485472823698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/8940324485472823698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/2007/10/undercover.html' title='undercover'/><author><name>Dannyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172689448794504153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11682033356974971795'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-8707066216328021381</id><published>2007-10-11T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T10:29:32.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>avast</title><content type='html'>GONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM 11TH (7PM) TO 15TH (6PM).&lt;br /&gt;ROAMING FEES ARE EXPENSIVE. THEREFORE, DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CONTACT ME.&lt;br /&gt;TAGS AND EMAILS ARE WELCOME THOUGH. ILL TRY TO OBTAIN INTERNET ACCESS. HOPEFULLY ILL BE ABLE TO MSN. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15320224-8707066216328021381?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/8707066216328021381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15320224&amp;postID=8707066216328021381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/8707066216328021381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/8707066216328021381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/2007/10/avast.html' title='avast'/><author><name>Dannyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172689448794504153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11682033356974971795'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-6954117346407436052</id><published>2007-10-09T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:36:30.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>full of surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half-hearted freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;argh. i expected bio to be the killer and not mep prac. but well, i guess music isnt always easy. especially when you dont practice. still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio was surprisingly not-that-hard. notice how i didnt say easy. just not that hard. thank you everyone who prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for australia on the 11th. which means that i DONT GET TO GO ON THE 10TH WITH EVERYONE ELSE. which also means that i MISS OUT ON THE HOLIDAY PART of the trip. :(. ah well. hopefully ill have a good enough holiday when i come back. starting off by learning archery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have just realised that my guitar grade 3 exams clashes with our bintan trip. so hopefully i manage to change the date. or else... no bintan for me. no beach, water sports and having no handphone signal. why oh why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you talk to me and start thinking that im talking weird, i probably am. that was weird already. well my teachers thought i looked so sad after mep that they came to talk to me. but i did mess up big time. the 1st note i played didnt come out properly, i had a few slip ups, anddddd my guitar had a bass string that was OUT OF TUNE. even though im quite sure i tuned it before going in. my ears must be failing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. dont sms me from the 11th from 7pm onwards. and dont call me either. duh. until tuesday when we return from fighting for little medals saying GOLD on them. hopefully we come back with 2, although that means we wont be able to take part in world scholar's cup. and russ and jk will be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its time to think.&lt;br /&gt;and hope.&lt;br /&gt;and dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15320224-6954117346407436052?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-7929841006549629258</id><published>2007-10-08T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T15:06:45.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well its one more paper to the end of our final year exams. obviously we shall not count the mep and chinese o levels, cos if i did i wouldnt be happy till december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amath was easy. history was supposedly easy but i dont know if i answered all the questions correctly. at least i finished my essay when i didnt expect to. after all, 1hr45min for a 4 part DBQ and an essay. not a very long time to do a paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really scared for my mep prac now. its utterly difficult to practice it properly. especially since i have one day left. 2 piano pieces and a guitar piece. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just cant wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15320224-7929841006549629258?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/7929841006549629258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15320224&amp;postID=7929841006549629258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/7929841006549629258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320224/posts/default/7929841006549629258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/2007/10/at-beginning.html' title='at the beginning'/><author><name>Dannyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172689448794504153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11682033356974971795'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-3115110577342646969</id><published>2007-10-07T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:07:38.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its never enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what we try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well. 3 exams left. and only a few hours to prepare for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why wont you save me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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enough'/><author><name>Dannyboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172689448794504153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11682033356974971795'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320224.post-5785053974803491698</id><published>2007-10-06T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T18:39:50.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>add tennis to that list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15320224-5785053974803491698?l=dannyboy325.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dannyboy325.blogspot.com/feeds/5785053974803491698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>save me.</title><content type='html'>2/33 topics for bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go mug. here's a reminder for myself. learn electric guitar properly during the holidays. mug it while im not archering or playing xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now everyone in 4.9 and 4.10 is learning guitar. well maybe i exaggerate. still. guitar mugging ftw. then i can convince my parents to upgrade my equipment. 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